#over18

He adjusts his tie, loosening it slightly as he looks in the mirror. Methodically checking every strand of hair is in place, no whisps escaping tonight. His lily pinned to the suit jacket, still perfect, white against the black. The little dimple just above his smile? Stunning. Harry is more than a unicorn. He’s charming, sweet, kind, & wants the best for everyone in life.

That’s when you appear in the mirror’s reflection, walking casually past to talk to a family member, one who will surely ask the same questions you always get at weddings: “When’s it going to be you?” “Are you settled down?” “Time’s running out.” All tedious. & frankly, nobody’s business but your own.

But as you walk past, something shifts. Harry’s eyes light up.

You’re the groom’s younger sister, heading off to face the usual interrogation from the boomers & beyond. Your light blue dress flows just enough to catch the eye. Your hair is swept into an elegant bun, a few strands escaping. Simple. Stunning.

Harry is best friends with the other groom. They met in school at age ten & have been thick as thieves ever since. He takes one last glance in the hallway mirror, picks his whiskey glass up off the shelf, & heads across the room a few minutes later, following the same path you took.

Sure enough, as he approaches the bar for a top-up, he hears them.

“So, who can we match you up with, darling?” It’s a great aunt you only see at these events. Your grandma is hovering nearby, too.

“Oh, if it happens, it happens,” you say, trying to make it sound trivial. But inside, you’re squirming. Your hands twitch nervously. You’d rather talk about literally anything else, or at least have a drink in hand.

“Well, we just want you to be happy,” the aunt offers.

“Oh yes,” your grandma adds, “my poor little flower. Bless her, maybe you’ll find happiness one day.”

“Who says she isn’t happy?” You turn your head. It’s Harry, smiling, a whiskey in one hand, a glass of Prosecco for you in the other. “Who says you’re only happy if you have a partner? Or a family?” You take the glass from him.

“Well…” your great aunt begins, faltering, “doesn’t everyone want that?”

“Happiness isn’t just one box you tick,” Harry says, offering you the glass. You sip silently, watching him. He’s calm, firm, a gentleman putting outdated views in their place. “Why has no one asked me if I’m happy? I’m in the same boat. But when a woman’s single at a wedding & over thirty, suddenly everyone’s desperate to match her up.”

“Well, you can provide for yourself as a man,” your grandma replies.

“& she can’t?” That line hits you like a shiver. Without thinking, your free hand gently rests on his lower back. “It’s harder for her than it is for a man to succeed alone. You should be bloody proud of her, her salary, her apartment, her car. Everything she’s built on her own.” He nods to you, & you nearly choke on your Prosecco.

The older women panic, clearly flustered, & mumble excuses before heading off toward the grandparents’ table. Harry takes another sip of his whiskey. You start to giggle.

“Guessing you enjoyed that performance?” he asks.

“More than enough, Harry,” you say with a smile.

You’ve known Harry for three years. You met at your brother’s birthday, the night his now husband proposed. “I owe you,” you say.

“No, you don’t,” he replies, smirking.

“Please. As an independent woman, you know I hate being in debt.”

He leans in slightly. “Well… if they knew how little independence you’ve had these past 14 months, they’d be asking us both why there’s no wedding date.”

It all started with a drunken couch make-out at his best friend’s place. You both regretted it the next morning, until a week later, when you found yourself in his king-size bed, wrapped in silk sheets, feeling valued & adored. Only a select few people know you’re a couple. Harry didn’t want to pressure you & you wanted to be sure he was the one. You’ve all but moved in with him now. Your apartment lease expires in two months. That’s when you plan to tell everyone.

Harry gently places his hand around your waist. “Maybe we should cause a little stir,” he says, setting his empty glass down beside him. “Let them whisper a bit.” He takes your hand “Dance with me.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised & smiling.

“I thought you didn’t dance.” You take the last sip of your drink.

“I don’t,” he says. “But if I don’t hold you close soon, I might combust.”

He leads you gently toward the dance floor, where only a few couples sway, newlyweds, long-time lovers, the odd tipsy uncle & his saint of a wife. The music slows, something soft & golden playing in the background. You barely notice the song, you only feel the way Harry’s hand rests lightly against your back, how your fingers thread into his, the way he leaves just enough space between your bodies to be polite.

Well that’s at first. You move slowly together, small steps, cautious to begin, like pretending it’s just for show. Just for the relatives. Just for the whispers.

But with every turn, every soft sway, the space between you disappears. His touch becomes firmer, more certain. Your head shifts a little closer to his. He leans in now & then to say something quiet things. You barely catch them over the music, but you don’t really need to. They sound like kindness, like safety. Like the version of love you’d almost stopped believing in. Comfort & love.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he murmurs at one point.

“I knew you’d say that,” you reply, trying to sound breezy, but your voice is softer now too.

“Because it’s true. & because I mean it.”

There’s a pause. The kind that says more than conversation ever could.

“You look handsome too”

“I know” he sniggers.

“No Harry, you’re more than just the grooms best friend to me” you say softly. You inhale his scent & sigh.

By the end of the song, there’s barely a breath between your bodies. His hand rests just above the small of your back. Your forehead nearly touches his. You can feel his breath when he whispers your name.

Your lips almost brush. The world around you blurs, the clinking of glasses, the chatter of cousins, the shrieks of toddlers doing laps in sparkly shoes. It all fades. For a moment, it’s just the two of you, suspended. You’re sure people are talking about the two of you but it’s just white noise.

Then you pull back half an inch, just enough to say it. Quietly. Clearly.

“I know where we can go.” Harry looks into your eyes, eyebrows raised ever so slightly. “Where we can just be… more than two random people at a wedding. Away from all these eyes.”

His smile is slow, warm, unmistakably full of love.

“Lead the way beautiful.” It’s barely audible. Your souls ignites.

Harry’s smile deepens, a quiet flicker of mischief in his eyes now he can see that you are both on the same page.

“Lead the way,” he says again, more softly now almost like a dare.

You take his hand, fingers laced tightly, & together you slip off the dance floor. Nobody really notices. Or maybe they do, but no one says anything. Let them whisper.

The corridor off the main hall is dim, lined with flickering fairy lights & soft carpet that hushes your steps. You pass the gift table, a glamour photo booth, & a pair of older cousins arguing gently about cake. Then you tug him left, away from all the celebration. Toward the rooms upstairs.

The hotel suite is quiet when you enter. The door clicks shut behind you. The hum of the hallway fades, & now it’s just the two of you, hearts racing, fingers still tangled, eyes locked like you might not survive the next few seconds if one of you lets go. You booked the room in your name Harry was “staying at a friend’s” well that’s what he told those who didn’t know.

You both pause. It hangs there. That moment between the moment. The space where decision turns into action.

Finally after being careful all day, he’s kissing you. Not gently. Not hesitantly. Like he’s been holding it in for days, despite the fact that he kissed you in bed this morning. Like he’s tired of pretending you’re just the groom’s sister & he’s just the best friend. His hands find your waist, then your back, then your jaw. You lean into him with a soft, breathless gasp that turns into a moan against his mouth. You break only for air. Barely. You need him more than oxygen.

He presses you back toward the bed, or maybe you pull him, neither of you quite sure who’s leading anymore. You don’t care. His tie is already loose, & your dress has shifted slightly at the shoulder. His jacket hits the floor, the Lilly now crumpled. Your heels come off. Nothing’s rushed, but it’s all urgent, every kiss a little deeper, every touch a little firmer, like the two of you have been pretending for far too long & now, finally, you don’t have to.

“Been dying to do this all night,” he murmurs against your neck.

“All night?” you tease, tugging at his shirt.

He laughs, low & hoarse. “Fine. Since the day we met. I think I say that to you every time we have a moment, it’s not changed though.”

You kiss him again. Longer this time. Slower. Like you believe him because you do.

The rest of the world can wait, the reception, the gossip, the relatives & the irritating questions. Right now, it’s just you & Harry, in your own private celebration, wrapped in each other & the honesty of it all. The sounds of the wedding are distant now, muffled laughter, faraway music. None of it reaches you here.

Harry’s hands move slower now. He’s no longer kissing you with urgency, but with purpose. Like he’s savoring every second, like he’s learning you all over again. You’re lying back on the bed, dress slipped off your shoulders, bunched at your waist. His fingers trace your collarbone, your arm, the curve of your waist , reverent & unhurried.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, like it’s a secret he’s finally allowed to say out loud. “Every inch of you. I hope you know that.” His next kiss delicate “& im going to reminds you of that every single day” each word punctuated with another kiss.

Your breath hitches. You’ve heard those words before, from others. But with Harry, it doesn’t feel like flattery. It feels like fact. Like he’s not trying to convince you, just remind you.

You reach up & run your fingers through his hair, pulling him down to kiss you again, slow, soft, deep. His weight settles gently over you, his hands roaming only when invited, his mouth pressing kisses to your shoulder, your jaw, your chest. Every touch is a question, you answer by pulling him closer.

Clothes continue to fall away. No rush, no fumbling. Just the quiet peeling back of everything that isn’t essential. Soon your legs part. Micro moans escaping your lips. A dampness between your thighs. His penis rubbing against your exposed skin. You can feel the thud of his heart as you run your hands over his chest. It’s more than racing, it’s like this every time. & when he finally slides into you, he pauses, just for a second, eyes locked with yours, like he’s anchoring himself in the moment. Like this means as much to him as it does to you.

“Oooh Harry” you gasp when your filled to the brim. Eyes wide with desire, your body automatically remembering the next movement, the next spike of pleasure.

“God baby” he moans catching his breath from the anticipation always feeling you clamp around him. “What did I ever do to deserve this each night”

He moves slowly. Intimately. His hand finds yours, fingers interlocking above your head. His other hand cradles your cheek, & when he leans down to kiss you, it’s so tender you feel it everywhere, like he’s kissing more than your mouth. Like he’s kissing your tired heart, your loneliness, all the parts of you that didn’t believe love like this was real.

“Harry please…”You whisper his name. Wanting more, you always want more with him.

He kisses your temple. “I’ve got you,” he breathes. “Always.”

You slowly open your eyes & look at him, a really deep look. & then you ask the question that’s been living in your chest all evening.

“Are you happy?”

He stills for a beat, his forehead resting against yours. “With you?” His voice is soft, but sure.

“With everything”

“I’ve never been happier in my life.”

You close your eyes, & a tear slips free, not from sadness, but from the terrifying relief of being truly seen. He brushes it away with his thumb & kisses you again.

“What about you beautiful, you happy?”

“Always, why would I settle for anything less” you run your fingers through his hair & his pace picks up. Slowly building, kisses that mean more than anything, passion that’s a slow burn as your body’s mould as one.

You make love like that, slow, quiet, honest. There’s no performance, no noise, just the two of you breathing each other in, skin to skin, soul to soul. The occasional moan or swear word but tonight is about being loved. Each thrust is felt, he is rather endowed after all, but the way he runs his fingers over your body, no inch neglected & the way your hands don’t know if they want to hold him & make deep intense eye contact with each grind or grasp the silk sheets as you close your eyes in pleasure. Both are beautiful. Much like the orgasm that makes you bolt your eyes open, panting desperately for air as he shudders through his own. Making you both feel incredibly.

When it’s over, he stays inside you for a moment, holding your face, his eyes full of something wordless & huge. Then he kisses you like a promise. You lie there eventually resting your head on his chest, caressing his torso once he’s rolled off you. You feel at one. How could anyone not be happy doing this as you both succumb to sleep. No need to head back to the reception.

Sunlight is already warming the room when you wake. It falls in golden strips across the sheets, catching the bare skin of your shoulder & the curve of Harry’s back. He’s still in bed beside you, propped against the headboard, scrolling absently on his phone, not out of distraction, but habit. He’s already showered. You watch him for a second before he notices.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he says, not looking up at first, like he’s said it a hundred times. Then he glances over & grins. “God, look at you.”

You squint at him sleepily. Breasts exposed as you sit up “You’re way too smug for someone who didn’t even set an alarm.”

“We’re at a wedding, not a conference.” He tosses his phone to the side & rolls toward you, dragging the sheet with him. “Besides… I think we earned the lie-in.”

You stretch, the motion tugging the sheets down a little more anymore & he will see the sticky mess that dried onto you as you slept last night, you didn’t clean yourself up. His eyes flick down, then up again, & he exhales softly, like he can’t quite believe you’re real.

He kisses your shoulder, then your jaw, then your temple. Not rushed. Just affectionate.

“You’re staring,” you murmur.

“You’re glowing.” He brushes your hair back, the messy bun that you never took out now more chaos. “You look like sex & sun & smug satisfaction. It’s honestly a lot to take in before coffee.”

You let out a sleepy laugh & roll onto your side to face him. “You look…” You pause to take him in, hair still damp from his shower, still in his robe soft but sexy “Like the guy I’m going to keep waking up next to.”

Something flickers across his face, that look he gives when he’s trying not to get emotional. He leans forward &kisses you gently, one hand sliding along your bare hip beneath the sheet.

“You okay?” you whisper.

He nods, brushing his nose against yours. “Better than. You?”

“I am… actually.” You pause. “Are you happy?”

His reply is immediate, & solid. “Yeah. With you? I’m so stupidly happy it’s almost embarrassing.”

You grin. “Good. I just… you know… needed to hear it out loud.”

“Well, I’ll say it as many times as you need.” He kisses you again, slower this time. “Though I may need breakfast first if I’m expected to string sentences together all day.”

You groan & roll back against the pillows. “We have to face the family circus.”

“Let them stare,” Harry says, standing & pulling on his shirt. “We look too good for them to judge us anyway.”

You drag yourself out of bed & slip into the soft yellow day dress you packed, the easy one that makes you look like you tried, even when you didn’t. Your hair’s still a mess, you’ve brushed it out but it’s still a little wavy, in a romantic way. Harry watches you from across the room, adjusting his cuffs in the mirror. Even casual he looks like a gent.

“You look like summer,” he says, grabbing his watch. “& like maybe you ruined me a little last night.”

You shoot him a teasing look. “Only a little?”

He grins and shrugs. “There’s still time to finish the job.”

“Maybe I need a different appetite quenched” you say as you slip on your shoes.

“You’re irresistible when you say stuff like that” he says. Harry offers his hand again. Just like the night before. “Let’s go make a scene. They’re not ready to face us.”

The breakfast room is already buzzing when you arrive, cutlery clinking, coffee being poured, guests slowly recovering from the night before. A few kids are running barefoot, someone’s gran is hoarding croissants, & somewhere, a groomsman is wearing sunglasses indoors. But the second you two step into the room, time slows. The grooms spot you from across the buffet table. One nudges the other & points. Their matching smirks say everything. One of them mouths, “About time.” Harry doesn’t blush often but that moment has him turning as red as the strawberry jam.

& then there are the oldies.

The same great aunt from the night before cranes her neck, adjusting her bifocals for confirmation. Your grandma lowers her toast & stares, no gawps. You hear whispers begin to ripple, things like “That’s her with him?” & “Well, I never…” & “Did he stay here thought he was at a friends?”

Harry doesn’t hesitate. With his blushing over he walks you right into the middle of it all, your hand tucked confidently in his. He pulls out a chair for you at the long family table, like this isn’t your relationship reveal, it’s your coronation.

You sit, smoothing your dress, smiling just enough to make them all wonder how long you’ve been smiling like that. Then Harry leans down, presses a soft kiss to your forehead, warm & sure, before he says, clear enough for half the room to hear, “Love you, babes.”

Then he sits beside you, pours himself a cup of coffee, & passes you the butter like it’s just another perfect morning in a life you’ve been quietly building together. Which if it was a Sunday morning at his it would be just like this, just less clothes.

You glance around the room. Some people are gawking. Others pretend not to. The two grooms toast you with their mugs from across the table.

Harry leans over and whispers, “How long do you think before someone pretends they always knew?”

You nudge his foot under the table. “Let them try. We’ve got stories they don’t.” You both start to laugh. The mischief in his face alluring.

At this hotel for breakfast they serve eggs & toast & endless pots of coffee, & somehow you & Harry manage to ignore the noise around you. The sideways glances, the pretend not to look, the gleam in your brother’s eyes across the table that says finally. Even though he’s been helping you keep the secret. You sit close, not pressed together but comfortably near, sharing butter, stealing glances. No fireworks. No performance. Just… breakfast.

“I don’t want to make a big deal out of all this,” Harry says eventually, stirring his coffee, voice low. “No announcements. No spotlight. Just… you & me. That okay?”

You glance at him over your mug, lips curling.

“Then just hold my hand.” He doesn’t even hesitate. His fingers slide into yours under the table, like he’s been waiting his whole life to get permission. You never intended this to be a secret kts just how this has kind of happened. You squeeze once. He squeezes back. Neither of you let go until breakfast is over & it’s time to check out.

Down at reception, the two of you roll your weekend bags through the quiet lobby. A few of the older family members from breakfast are loitering by the sofas with styrofoam cups & smug speculation in their eyes. All waiting for their taxis home.

You catch a few whispered phrases “… in the same room, I heard…” & “…well, about time really…” & “…those hotel sheets, the poor staff…”

Harry clocks it too, & just sighs & smirks.

You step up to the counter, already pulling out your purse.

“Room 318,” you tell the receptionist, handing over your card before Harry can blink. He raises an eyebrow.

“I could’ve done that, babes.”

You turn toward him, lifting your chin a little, not defensively, just solid.

“I know. But I can look after myself.”

He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t make a joke or push the point. He just steps closer, looks at you like it’s the first time he’s really seeing that part of you, the independence, the quiet power. He knows what you’re doing, the point you are making to all these people.

“I love that about you,” he murmurs, brushing your hair behind your ear. You smile, slip your card back in your purse, & lean in to kiss him, not dramatic, not rushed, just soft & sure, like you’re choosing him again. & again.

As you pull away, you hear one of the aunties gasp, like she’s just seen something slightly scandalous. You turn toward the exit with your suitcase, Harry’s hand finding yours again without a word.

You walk out together, side by side, calm in the face of it all. Not a secret anymore. Not a whisper. Just a woman who can pay for her own room, & the man who would’ve happily paid twice over, as long as it meant waking up next to her.

“Think they got the message?” You ask Harry as you load your bags into your car in the car park.

“Oooh loud & clear” he says as he opens the passenger door for you.

“Oooh still being a gentleman I see…”

“Just for now…” he says as he shuts your door & walks around & gets in the drivers side. “But I know that when I get you home I’m going to make you more than happy” he grips your thigh before putting the car into gear.

“Hmmmm happy & glorious” you stretch out.

You hadn’t been working in the TVA vaults for long.

Time definitely worked differently here but you knew you had clocked in and back out again a total of 164 times so must be about 5 months now?

You were working your way up to a promotion at the moment, hence the later clocking out time stamps compared to your associates.

“I’m gone now Lars…Goodnight” you shout out as you walked past the security desk at the front of the building.

You were almost out the main glassed doors before you realised he hadn’t shouted his goodbyes back.

You turn around, staring back at the un manned desk you hadn’t spotted a few moments ago.

“Lars?” You call out as you see his empty chair being illuminated by the many tv screens he had on throughout his shift.

Walking slowly back towards it now, you take a small pocket knife out of your coat, flicking the blade open.

You’ve always carried protection on you, often being laughed at by your work colleagues after being told there was never a threat here at the TVA.

Yet here you were, about to use it on anyone and everyone who would be jumping out on you tonight.

As you step past the opening of the table, you spot a pair of shoes sticking out from behind the chair.

“Lars!!” You almost screech as you drop your knife in panic and rush over to where he was laid on the ground. 

You couldn’t see much in the dim light but he was definitely unconscious, you search for a pulse and feel relief wash over you when you find one.

“Lars…” you gently call out his name.

“Hey…Larsy!” You say louder now as you slightly shake his shoulder.

“He cant answer you” the deep voice from behind causes you to spin round in panic.

Standing before you was a tall man, wearing a dark suit made up of different kinds of green and black shades.

You worked your line of vision upwards for what seemed like ages before setting your eyes on his.

They were looking deeply into yours, like you were prey.

You glance slightly to your left, catching where you had dropped your pocket knife on the ground earlier.

As you lunge towards it, the mysterious man seems to guess your movement and kicks out, your knife goes skimming across the tiled floor.

“Wha…what did you do to…?” You can’t even finish your sentence before he steps closer to you now. Grabbing you by the collar of your work shirt, he pulls you up to your feet with no effort at all.

You struggle against his grasp as you can feel him start to lift you into the air, your feet dangling, trying to find some sort of surface to land on.

He tilts his head slightly as he tries to work you out.

You weren’t wearing the same armour as the security guard that was passed out beneath him. 

You simply looked like an analyst or office book worm of some sort as he runs his eyes over your brown blouse and skirt.

You stop trying to fight him as you can feel his eyes on you, raking your body as you feel your cheeks heat up slightly.

*what is wrong with you* you think internally.

*this..stranger has you by the scruff of the neck, after taking out one of your security guards and the only thing you could think of was how close he was to you, the size of his hands as he held onto you, the darkness that pooled in his eyes as he stared down at you*

“Who are you?” He simply stated as he could see you were having an internal conversation with your self.

“I…I er…” you swallowed as your throat felt dry.

He raised his eyebrows at you stuttering.

“My…name is y/n…” you tell him as he focuses on your lips moving “and er, I’m a strategist” you add on as you start to cough with the restricting hold the man had on your neck.

“A strategist?” He repeated doubtfully.

You had no further words than to nod. You were sure you would either pass out or be sick if you tried to move your voice box.

“Then what’s with the weapon?” The man asked you as you stared back at him confused.

“The knife” he snaps as he can tell you weren’t keeping up with him. 

“Protection” you splutter out as he lowers you down slowly, releasing the tightness round your neck a little. 

“From?” He asked, genuinely as he drops his hands from you completely.

“People taking out my security guards” you reply back as he chuckles at your quick wit.

“What are you even doing here?” The man asks you as he wonders where you came from.

He had scoped the place out a few times yet he’s never had another in this particular building apart from the one security guard.

“What..what are you doing here?” You ask him his own question as he raises an eyebrow at you. 

“Escaping” he smirked as he pointed at you to answer him now. 

“Working” you say to him as if it was the most obvious thing to say.

“At this time….alone?” He asks as his mouth curls up into a half smile.

You just shrug.

Your feelings of being scared of the man were dropping by the minute.

You no longer saw this menacing being as a threat the more he spoke to you.

“Well I’d love to stay and finish this, riveting conversation but…” the sarcasm seems to ooze out of his voice as he starts to walk away from you now.

“What about Lars??” You blurt out.

He turns on the spot “what about him?” He shrugs.

“Is he going to be ok??” The concern in your voice alleviates it slightly.

He sighs out as if you were supposed to fully understand.

“He’ll be fine” he tells you “…its a temporary thing. Just think of it as…dreaming” he smirks.

You look between him and Lars now, you shouldn’t believe a word this man says to you yet you do.

You stand at the desk whilst you watch him stalk down the corridors towards your labs.

Disappearing into the shadows.

You finally manage to regulate your breathing as you grab your pocket knife from the floor and think about how to move Lars into a more comfortable position.

But your heart rate is sent rocketing once more as the TVA alarms blare out through the sound system above you.

Your hands fly up to cover your ears as you rush round to the tv screens.

Scanning the many different rooms they project back for the cause of the alarm.

Sure enough, it’s the mysterious man that was now stood in front of the TVA time pad vault.

The room being lit up under the red flashing lights as the alarm almost mimics the movement of them. 

You press a few buttons on the keyboard that was in front of you.

Sighing out loud as the alarms come to an abrupt stop, leaving behind a slight ringing in your ears.

You weren’t trained as a security guard but you had read the TVA guidebook to almost everything so knew certain access codes or in this case, control codes.

You slump back on the large swivel chair Lars must of sat on before being taken out unexpectedly. 

You didn’t realise you had closed your eyes until you feel them fly open at the voice stood in front of you now.

It was the man again.

This time instead of a cheeky smile on his face, his eyes were narrowed as he frowned.

“Just a strategist hmm?” He snaps at you as you look back at him puzzled.

“How did you disable the security system??” He asks you as you realise what he meant from his comments.

It definitely wasn’t common knowledge how to over ride the alarms and you had known the security guard by his first name.

He steps behind the desk once more as you stay frozen to the chair.

You definitely relaxed around him a few moments ago but now you felt a little scared by the way he was towering over you.

“Please…I erm…I just” your voice waivers as see something glint in the mysterious man’s eye.

He’s lived his life making people afraid of him.

He had great joy knowing others were scared of his presence but when he saw that familiar look of fear in your eyes he didn’t have the normal gloating feeling like before.

This was weird. 

Felt deep in the pit of his stomach.

“Hmm” he mumbled as he leans towards you, shaking off the uncomfortable senses.

Your words have escaped your mouth, you had no thoughts as you didn’t know how to explain anything right now.

“I need you” he simply states as you’re taken a back.

“You do?” You ask him, confused at his choice of words.

He exhales a breath out as he knows he doesn’t have the time to explain anything right now so instead he just grabs you by the arm and marches you both down the dark corridor.

Your little legs struggling to keep up with his larger strides.

“Open it” he barks at you as you stand before the time pad vault.

You furrow your eyebrows at him “what for?”

He looks at you as if you were speaking another language.

He didn’t like the fact he had scared you earlier at the security desk but you were wasting valuable time right now.

He definitely needs your help so must remain calm as to get you to comply but your stupid questions grind on him.

“Open it…please” he presses his lips together on the please, you watch as his jaw clenches.

You stare blankly at him.

Why does he want a vault unlocked of time pads when you can just use yours?

“You’re after a time pad?” You ask him trying to clear up the confusion.

He feels like shaking you out of frustration.

You gulp as you can clearly see you’re annoying him.

“Just use mine…” you quietly say to him pulling it out from your TVA issued coat.

“I…” he goes to tell you once more to open the damned door but as his eyes land on the time pad you had in your outstretched hand he’s silenced.

“You have a time pad??” He almost shouts.

“Yeah” you shrug “all strategists do…it’s what we work on” now it’s your turn to act like he’s speaking another language.

Everyone here knew both hunter pack leaders and strategists held the time pads.

He took the device from your hand a little too quickly.

Tapping away on it at speed whilst you stood there watching him.

He flickers his eyes up to yours.

You avoid his stare awkwardly as his eyes start to lose that look of urgency he had before.

As he was just about to press the button to open up a time jump, the door to the vault room is blown apart, causing you to duck in fright as the debris cloud of dust dances around you.

“Hands up!”

“Stay where you are!” 

“Drop the time pad Loki!!”

The booming voices of 4 hunters are shouting all kinds of directions to you as you freeze in shock.

You go to turn slowly round to face them as they point their time sticks at you, ready to prune.

Just before you’re able to face them fully, you’re pulled backwards by someone, thrown completely off balance you tumble, landing on something or someone with a thud.

You hear the person cough as you open your eyes, realising that you were sprawled across the chest of the mysterious man.

“Loki?!” You cry out as you try to get back on your feet.

You look around in panic to your new surroundings.

It was dark, it was quiet.

“You’re welcome” Loki says to you as he holds onto the side of your hips now.

Trying to regulate his breathing.

But with you pressed up against him, it’s hard to concentrate on anything else.

“You’re the Loki Laufeyson?” You ask the man as you look up at his face in disbelief.

Please don’t say you just helped the god of mischief escape the hunters of the TVA.

“The one and only” he says cockily as he looks down to where your blouse was straining to keep its buttons done up.

You’ve heard of this Loki variant that had been sent to be pruned by the TVA, but in a change of events that no one would talk about, he ended up helping the TVA, working with them to hunt down variants himself.

“Where are we?” you sound panicked again as you can’t seem to work out the place you were stood in.

Loki shrugs as he wasn’t sure what he typed in that device.

“Timepad Loki!” You raise your voice at him in anger.

He bucks his hips upwards as he fumbles trying to grab the time pad that was tucked safely in his back pocket.

The movement causes your cheeks to heat a little as you can definitely feel something underneath your TVA issued skirt.

He goes to hand it over but stops mid way, why were you so annoyed with him, he literally just saved you from the pruning by the TVA.

Reluctantly, he hands it over as you sit up now, each one of your legs straddling his waist.

His eyes widen at the new position you’re both in as your skirt rides up past your thighs but you don’t notice the look on his face as you focus on the time pad. 

The device beeps twice as the light dims away from the cracked screen. 

“No!!” You sounded horrified so Loki looks up at you for answers.

“The batteries gone” You barely whisper out.

With the time pad having no power, there was no way to open up another time jump door, no way to choose a different time line, no way to escape.

“You gave me a dead time pad?!” It’s his turn to sound annoyed.

“Fuck!!” You curse out as Loki looks at you, surprised at the tone of your voice.

“Now what?!” You ask the darkness surrounding you.

You feel Loki twitch under you.

You were so caught up in trying to find an alternative escape route that you didn’t clock the compromising position you were in right now.

Loki leans up on his elbows, edging his face closer to yours.

You hardly get a chance to ask him what he was doing before you feel his lips being pressed against yours.

You don’t seem to have any control as you groan into his mouth, the sound causes him to kiss you harder.

He snakes a hand behind the back of your head, almost holding onto you as his tongue now joins his assault on your mouth.

You feel like you’re going to lose your breath as you’re pulled towards him.

He doesn’t break the kiss, you’ve never had a  man’s lips be on yours with this much urgency. 

Another moan leaving your mouth causes the god of mischief to dig his other hand into the flesh at your hips.

It seems like you don’t want an inch of thought as you start to grind on him, his hardness pressing against the fabric of your skirt.

You feel his hands on you, roaming your body.

The one that was gripping the back of your head so tightly moves down past your chest.

Teasing your hardened nipples that had started to show through your shirt now.

The other hands slip underneath the fabric of your skirt, the feel of his skin on yours causes you to take a deep breath in anticipation.

Just as his fingers started to stroke the now dampened lace of your underwear, you almost jump out of your own skin as you hear the distance shouts of others.

“Fuck! no!!” Loki curses now as he knows he has to stop what he was doing.

You almost froze to the spot, trying to figure out what to do but Loki springs into action.

He lifts you up effortlessly as he stands from the floor, panting slightly from your make out session.

He grabs hold of you under your arm as he starts to run down a corridor, hopefully in the opposite way of the hunters. 

His grip tightens on you as he starts to work out what to do, where to go.

He kicks open another door, shoving you inside.

He steps in after you, whilst slowly shutting the door behind him. 

“Loki…” you drop your voice down quieter to him as he stands in front of you now, his height allowing him to lean over you to press one ear on the metal listening out.

“Not know” he snaps at you. Trying to strain his hearing to reach further.

You go to answer him back but he places a hand over your mouth, stopping you in your tracks.

You hear the footsteps of people run past the door you were hidden behind as your eyes widen in shock at how close you were just now at being found.

You can feel your heart beating against your chest as fear strikes you yet again this evening.

Your eyes search the darkness for the face of Loki.

Still stood just before you, his hand not moving an inch from its grip across your face.

You can almost hear his quicken breaths also, feel his shallow breathing as his whole body is  pressed up against yours.

Your thoughts start running back to what you were doing just a few moments ago.

You lick your lips slightly behind that large hand of his as he tenses slightly, flexing the muscles in his arm that was still pinned one side of your head.

It’s as if he could read your mind as he casts his eyes downwards on you.

You so wish you could see his face.

It was too dark inside this cupboard type place he had chosen to hide you both in.

“We really mustn’t” Loki whispers to you as you look at him puzzled.

You go to say something but the hand over your mouth muffles your words.

“What?” Loki says a little too loudly as he removes his hand now.

“I said…” you hushed at him.

“I didn’t say anything” 

“What?!” He looks at you with confusion.

“Oh for fucks sake” you sigh out.

“Is that all the language you speak in?” Loki tuts at you “…profanities?” 

You glare at him.

Considering your situation right now, the fact that you’re adding a few swear words into your vocabulary surely isn’t the worse part?!

You feel his smile through the kiss he lands on your lips.

He wastes no time to match the same urgent pace he had been kissing you before.

Before you were so rudely interrupted .

The force of him causes your head to hit off the back of the door you were pinned up against.

The noise causing you both to stop for a few seconds before he nips your bottom lip lightly, giving the all clear.

He pushes his knee up to your centre, the sudden pressure there causes you to gasp into his mouth.

Your hands make their way to his hair, wrapping your fingers around a few strands you tug on them.

“Fuck” he rasps, the humming of his voice vibrating on your lips.

Grabbing one your legs under your thigh he lifts it up, you instinctively wrap it around the back of his waist.

Feeling his hardness push up against you where his knee once was, turns something inside you and you find yourself begging him for more. 

“So needy” Loki whispers now as he breaks the kiss.

You’d pout if you could see you.

He chooses this time mocking you, to undo the belt he had on, pulling down on his leathers, his cock throbbing as it strains against the fabric. 

You try to wiggle up your skirt now, it puts up a protest as it clung to the leg that was wrapped around Loki’s waist.

The god of mischief seems to sense your struggle as he drops the hold he still had on your thigh, pulls your skirt up to your waist in one quick moment and then returns his hand to place your leg back to where it was.

His move being lightning quick, you were impressed.

He kisses you once more as he frees his cock, he trails the tip over the lace of your underwear as you unconsciously Buck your hips up towards him. 

He flattens his palm on the door behind you, steadying himself as he pulls your underwear to one side, his fingers tease your folds as you can’t seem to concentrate on the kiss anymore.

Parting your lips slightly, he presses his cock up to your entrance.

Stalling for a moment as if he wanted to make sure you fully wanted this.

“Loki…please” you whine as he leans into you. 

Pushing inside you, his cock being swallowed almost to the base.

He quickly covers your mouth once more with his hand as you moan loudly into his palm.

He knew you would make a sound as he breathes through the urges to come right there and then.

After a few seconds he starts to rock his hips into you, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back, deep inside.

The tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again.

You want to be vocal, you want to tell him just how good he was at fucking you up against this door but you hold your self back.

Imagine being caught this way.

His hand cups your ass as he quickens his pace.

Digging his fingers into your flesh, you know there will be marks left there.

He grunts as he feels your cunt pulsate around him.

You were going to make him come a lot quicker than he had wanted to.

He wants to fuck you forever he thinks to himself  as his movements start to falter.

He tries his best to hold on but the way you were gripping onto him was overwhelming.

It felt like you were made for him and him only as your bodies moulded together inside that small storage cupboard.

You were starting to see stars, you felt Loki’s pace become sloppy as your body was rocked up against that door harder and harder.

You didn’t even care if you were heard now as the sensations you were feeling were too good to even think about stopping.

“Loki….” You whisper out to him as he didn’t even realise he had dropped his hand from your mouth.

He had a hold of both sides of your hips now, holding you in place as he pushed deeper and deeper inside.

He panicked slightly when he thought you had a been a bit too loud so without thinking how you would react, he conjures up his shadows.

The irises of his eyes flashing green as you widen yours in surprise.

‘Is he using his sorcery?’ You think to yourself as you feel a hand move over your mouth once more.

Except this time it was a lot cooler in touch.

The same cool touch you feel trailing down your body, from your neck, across your chest and then down to your most sensitive area.

Your brain working over load as it tried to work out what was happening right now. 

Loki’s hands were definitely on you, gripping onto the curves of your hips as his cock still pumped in and out of you.

But these extra touches were hard to decipher.

Like someone else was in this cupboard with you but it couldn’t be possible.

You go to ask him what was happening, what was causing this weird sensation of being touched by another but your thoughts are cut off when you feel the cooler touch move over your clit.

You jerk against the door as the colder temperatures felt so good rubbing over it.

Loki is in his element as he wishes he could see your face contort in pleasure.

The noises he was hearing, being muffled behind his shadows hand of course, sounded delicious.

You were losing your mind as he put more pressure on your clit as he could feel himself getting closer also.

That familiar feeling starting to knot in your stomach.

The mixture of being fucked so deeply up against that door whilst the pace Loki was moving across your clit was picking up, you weren’t going to last much longer.

You want to scream his name as you come. 

It was increasingly hard not to but you couldn’t, for one the shadow clamping over your face wasn’t letting up plus the situation of still being on the run by those TVA hunters scared you into a more quieter groan as you came around Loki’s cock.

The noises inside that small confinement is something he wants to remember forever as the gushing from you sends him over the edge, falling against the door in exhausted bliss.

You both are panting now as you come down from your highs, the cooler touches of Loki’s shadows have gone. The warmth radiating from the both of you are all you can feel now.

He leans his forehead against yours as his eyes remain closed.

He hopes he hadn’t scared you with his shadow play.

“You good?” He asks you, his voice raspy from trying to catch his breath.

“All good” you finally manage to answer him as your place your leg back on the ground, a little shakily.

“Who?…what was that” you ask him as he gently straightens your skirt from being bunched up at your waist.

He just smiles in the darkness.

“All me” he tells you as he grabs you under the chin.

He places a kiss lightly on your lips now as he feels they were swollen slightly.

“Ha” you breathe out.

You had heard stories circulating your offices of this Loki - God of mischief - having magical powers but you would have never believed those powers were to be used on you in such a way.

“Loki…” you whisper out to the dark at him.

“Mmm?” He replies, still lost in the moment.

“How are we getting out of here” you sounded worried as the cloud you were riding on starts to land back on reality.

“I do believe the coast is clearer the longer we are inside this cupboard” he answers you.

You start to chew your lip with worry as you think.

“We’d just have to bide our time better?” Loki smiles now as he can see you were concerned “I’m sure we can think of something to do whilst waiting?” 

Dave had texted you the night of your birthday party, as he said he would. And over the last few days, you had texted each other every now and then. Mostly him asking what you were doing, though you were sure he somehow knew exactly what you were up to, almost at all hours of the day. Or you asked how his day was going and or if he wanted to stop by later that night. Most nights, he would stop by, either for a quick fuck but sometimes he would fuck you slowly and for hours. Learning what made you moan and what made you scream out his name louder than you had before. And he loved to make you scream; it seemed to only spur him on and fuck you harder and faster, or slower and deeper. Not that you were complaining. He always left you satiated and tired. But he did always leave. He never stayed the night. And you were too chicken shit to ask him to. Because hearing him say no would probably hurt more than him leaving after he had fucked you senseless.

Yet again, it had been a few days since you had seen Dave; he had said he would be going away for a few days, but that didn't stop you from missing him. You missed him more than you should have. You had tried not to fall for him; you really had. But it had been futile to resist. He consumed your every waking hour. You found yourself daydreaming about him on numerous occasions.

Even as you were walking down the aisles of the grocery store, you thought about what it would be like to be walking next to him, picking out items to put in the basket for you to go home together and cook a meal before devouring each other afterwards. Against your better judgment, you pulled out your phone and sent him a quick text. It couldn’t hurt now, could it?

When will you be back?

A low buzzing sound sounded out from an aisle or two behind you. And for a split second, you hoped he was there at the store, but you shook your head as if to clear that silly thought out of your mind. He wasn't here; why would he be here? Your phone pinged, and you scrambled to open the text message, hoping it was from Dave.

Sooner than you think. Be patient.

A big smile spread across your lips as you read the text over and over. Your only thought was, how soon was soon? But you refrained from sending another text asking just that question and put the phone back in your purse as you walked into the next aisle.

Stopping in front of the shampoo section, you couldn't reach the higher shelf where your favorite shampoo was. It never failed to surprise you why they insisted on putting it so goddamn high up! It wasn’t like you were abnormally short. You were 5 feet, 3 inches. That wasn’t short. But they insisted on stocking some of your most parched items on the highest shelves. And it never ceased to annoy the living hell out of you. You were just about to give up or maybe even climb the shelf when you felt a presence behind you, but you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You already knew exactly who was standing behind you. He moved closer until he was flushed up against your back, his cologne wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you leaned back onto him as his hands snaked their way around your waist. His hard cock pressed against your ass. And a smile spread across your lips just at the thought of him getting hard at the sight of your back. Sure, the short sundress you had on probably helped—probably not a dress to be going shopping in at this time of the day—but it had been another excruciatingly hot day, and even wearing only this, sweat still coated your skin. The only slight reprieve from the heat was being in the AC-controlled store.

“Did you miss me?” He asked, his voice low, and his breath fanned over my neck and left side of my face as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss just below my ear. He groaned in your ear and pushed himself harder into you. Letting you feel his hard cock pressing into you. A soft moan slipped from your lips.

“Yes,” you said, already breathless and your breathing becoming labored. Just having him close to you again, you sighed a breath of relief. ”What are you doing here?” You asked and turned your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder.

“I had to see you. I just got back into town. Now be a good girl and don’t move.” One of his hands slid from your waist down to your thigh. The store wasn’t that crowded, but there were still some people walking up and down the aisles. You wondered if you should tell him to stop. But the idea of getting caught—the idea of him taking you right then and there—was too thrilling to refuse. Not that you were sure you even had it in you to refuse him. If this was what he wanted, then this was what he would get.

 You spread your legs slightly as his hand moved up your thigh, closer to your aching core. Where you needed his touch the most. His finger grazed over your clothed pussy, and he pressed down on your clit, causing a moan to escape your lips.

“We don’t want to attract any attention and get kicked out before I’ve made you cum, now do we?” He asked, his lips closed to your ear, and his teeth grazed gently along your ear. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin at the sound of his voice and the way his fingers kept sliding up and down your pussy. You could feel the wetness growing on your panties as your slick began to trickle out of you. He had you turned on and wet beyond normal within mere seconds.

“No. I’ll be good. I promise.” You vowed. Sliding your panties to the side, he let one finger slide in between your wet lips.

“Already so wet. Fuck, this turns you on, doesn’t it? You want me to fuck you here in this store right now, don’t you? His voice was low and almost threatening, but it was like music to your ears. That was exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You needed to feel him inside of you now. You didn't want to wait until you got back to your apartment, or fuck even out to his car if he had it parked out back. You needed him to take you here now, with the risk of getting caught only spurring you on.

“Yes, please, Dave, fuck me here, now,” you pleaded with him. Begged him to give you what you so desperately needed.

“You’re so goddamn filthy and depraved, and I fucking love it. Bend over and show me that sweet ass of yours, and I'll bury my cock in your deliciously tight pussy.” Without any protest, you did as he asked, bending over slightly and pushing your ass out and into his now rock-hard cock that was pressing against his lacks.

As one hand kept sliding up and down your slit and every now and then pressed against your throbbing clit, his other hand left your waist and you heard the telltale sound of a zipper being unzipped before he lined himself up with your hole and pushed all the way inside in one slow thrust.

You gripped the shelf in front of you for support as he began to move in and out while his fingers still pressed and circled your clit. The tightness within began to build fast. And you knew he would have you cum within mere moments.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice strained from thrusting into you hard and slow and from him holding back. “Tell me who makes you feel this good.”

“You, oh fuck. You Dave, only you,” and that was the truth. Ever since your first encounter, you hadn’t even looked at another man and found them attractive. All you ever thought about was Dave. How he knew just how to make you melt into putty in his hands. How he managed to make you do things you had secretly always wanted to do but had always been too afraid to ask for with any previous partner. He just knew what you wanted and needed without you having to ask.

“Fuck, your sweet pussy is squeezing me so damn tight. I’m going to need you to cum. I won’t last long.” His hot breath on your neck as he kept thrusting into you in slow and hard thrusts was like throwing gasoline on an already smoldering fire. “Cum for me, baby.”

That last sentence—him calling you baby and him pressing down while circling your clit is what finally sent you. The rush of sensation hit you hard and fast as you came. You bit down on your lower lip to keep from screaming out his name. Though you were sure he would have loved that. You, however, would have never been able to show your face at this store again, and it was the one closest to your apartment.

“Fuuuck!” He gasped and pushed as deep into you as he could, and then he came too. Pouring himself into you. His cock twitched a few times before he stilled, and he leaned his head against your shoulder as he breathed slowly. “You will be the death of me.”

He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants after he had repositioned your panties back into place. You turned around to finally look at him.

“Me? You are the one who snuck up on me while I was just minding my business, shopping,” you said, smiling sweetly at him. “How is it that you knew exactly where I was, by the way?"

“I may have put in a tracker on your phone,” he confessed. He looked you up and down before meeting your eyes. You didn’t care that he had done that; to be honest, the moment you realized he was behind you, that had been your first thought—that he may have actually been spying on you and keeping track of you. And you found it cute in a sick and twisted way. But then again, nothing about whatever this was that you had with Dave was normal by any measure.

“Hmm… I thought you might have.”

“You’re not pissed?” He asked and looked at you, almost shocked. Like he had expected you to lose your marbles when you found out.

“Nope, and just so you know, I found the cameras in my apartment too, and no, I’m not mad about them either. I find it kind of endearing that you went through all that trouble just so that you could keep an eye on me.” You wanted him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you did not care or were mad at him about it all. No matter how messed up it all was or how you two had stumbled upon each other, you were glad you had.

“Wow, you’re almost as fucked up as me, aren’t you?"

“Almost,” you agreed.

He grabbed your hand and started to pull out towards the exit.

“But my groceries!” You called out.

“Fuck the groceries. You can come back tomorrow and finish your shopping. I’m taking you out to dinner, then we’re going back to your place, where I tend to have my desert in  private."He smirked at you as he looked behind him to see your reaction. A big smile grew on your lips as he continued to pull you by your hand out of the store and over to where his car was parked.

When he reached his car, he walked with you over to the passenger side and opened the door for you.

“Such a gentle man,” you mocked, but not in a mean way. In a playful way. Because the first time he put you in his car, you had been unconscious. And you were almost sure he had put you in the trunk that night.

"Oh, I most definitely am not, most of the time. But for you, I am willing to make an exception,” he replied with that half smirk upon his lips that sent a shiver down your spine and had your body humming again. Desperate and wanting for more and anything this man would give you. And now he wanted to take you out for dinner. But after that, you were sure he was going to give you the best night of your life.

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