“Babe…babe…babe.”
Darcy’s urgent tone causes Loki to pull his head out from where it’s buried between her neck and the sheets. With one hand gripping the headboard like a vice, and the other wrapped around Darcy’s waist, easily pulling her up off the bed and tighter against him, Loki gives her a concerned look.
“What is it? Is something wrong?”
“No, no…everything’s great, like…” Darcy pauses to make a satisfied sound, “…amazingly great. Like that thing you were doing with your hips just now, definitely great. Don’t stop that.”
“This?”
“Ah – fuck yeah. Yeah, that’s not the problem. No problem there,” Darcy assures him, a pleased little whimper escaping her lips as he moves in her, “But my bed’s not really used to a god pounding me into the mattress, and I feel like the headboard is about to slam through the wall and into the next apartment at the rate you’re going.”
“You’re afraid I’ll…break your bed?” Loki asks slowly, a small smirk on his lips.
“Kinda.”
He laughs a little, the sound a low rumble in his chest, “Darcy, if I break your bed tonight, I’ll buy you a new one on Monday at that enormous maze of a store you love so much. And then I can have the pleasure in wrecking you in something more sturdier.”
“Whoa, okay, hot.” Darcy replies, claiming his mouth in an eager, open-mouthed kiss as she wraps her legs tighter around him. But then a thought suddenly strikes her, and she pulls her head back, “Wait. It’s Saturday. Why do we have to wait until Monday to get a new bed?”
Loki looks at her like it’s obvious, “Monday is all-you-can-eat Swedish meatballs day. I just assumed since they’re your favorite…”
“Holy shit, get your mouth over here so I can kiss you again.”