“Do you think I’m pretty without makeup on? What do you prefer?”
“I think you are beautiful, and your self-expression is beautiful. Wear makeup. Wear nothing.
Whatever you like, darling.”
“Do you like when I wear makeup? What do you prefer?” Loki asks.
“I fucking love it. It’s somehow natural when you do.”
“Because I’m not trying. I’m reacting to myself.”
“I want you to take my rose and tear the petals into pieces over your bed,” Loki instructs.
The rose I had offered him is given back. I do as he says.
“Now sleep in it.”
I tumble into his arms
like a fallen leaf swirling in the air
before ground,
and he carries me, naked in the twilight,
to the cave entrance, the only place I wish to be.
Beneath a cocoon of bearskins, musk, and Loki,
my fire stokes awake from dormant.
I’m a leaf falling from a branch. Loki catches me
on my way down, at my last breaths.
“Everything dies,” Loki says,
as the world darkens, his warmth draws nearer.
A candlelit journey through autumn’s intimacy. Music for slow dancing, intentional touch, and the flicker of flame. -Lilith
Prefer YouTube? Autumn by Candlelight: A Slow Fall Playlist lives there, too.
“Need me to remind you?”
I nod.
Loki tips me into kissing long and wide.
Air and light filtering between strands of his hair blanketing us
in shadowed privacy.
His hand on the soft curve where my tummy meets my hip, making me feel myself as he does.
His fingers laced around my wrist, thumb on pulse, lightly rubbing and enjoying my racing blood.
back pressed against the wall, warming wood.
I know I’m his.
“We’ll take this slow, darling,” Loki says, lying back with me under stars,
a swirl of lights prickling above us.
I relax into him. Spread, warmed and love-sick for his kiss. My heart heats red with his.
Falling to sleep with him over me into soft purple velvet.
Loki’s Song Choice: “We Watch The Stars” (Berlin Session) by Fink
I sit down to clean Loki’s boots.
Brushing earth bits from them.
Rubbing out the scuffs and polishing them to a shine again.
Their woodsy musk scent smells of him. I think about his feet slipping inside them, flexing his toes to feel their structure and remind them of his shape.
I set the brush back on the shelf and the leather oil and rag in their box and wait patiently for him, aglow with love.
Loki’s song choice: “Silence” by Delerium featuring Sarah McLachlan.
“What’s your fantasy?” I ask Loki.
“I’m bathing in the river. You find me and undress yourself, drawn into the water with me. We bathe together. Smooth river stones in our palms, we glide them over each other’s bodies in small circles. Cool water threads between us. The stones smell of mineral sun and filtered mountain water,” he whispers.
I am drawn into planes with him. Hair wet, pieces stuck to skin. Sunlight over water ripples.
He traces the stone between my breasts, down, and parts my labia with it, smooth grit. I lean into his hand and rock as he moves it in gentle, firm circles. My breath catches.
He kisses my ear. “Breathe, down to your middle. Draw your breath down there.”
I gulp air, filling my lungs, drawing that breath down through my body, through my womb, to my perineum. I feel the fullness of my body and orgasm, falling against him, pressing into his arms, trembling, surprised.
“Good girl. You mean so much to me.”
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