At Last, Chloe Can Shut Up
I stepped outside my front door into the rain and was greeted by the sight of… Loki. He was leaning against a black and green sports car, holding a silvery umbrella over his head. I stopped in the doorway and stared. He looked up with that familiar troublemaker’s smile on his face, and greeted me with a,
“So, how do I look?” ‘Good’ would be the answer. He was wearing his usual ripped jeans, and a tight black muscle shirt that made the slight contours on his chest more pronounced. His hair was styled up into spikes, and dusted with glitter, and he wore a pendant with a strange symbol etched into it on a gold chain around his neck. He laughed. “From your expression, I would guess the answer is ‘Yes, Loki. You look devilishly handsome, Loki.’” I shrugged,
“Pretty much.” I got into the car.
After dinner, I waited at the mouth of an alley near where Loki parked the car, and waited for him to come. After a few minutes, he came around the corner and walked over to me. It was still raining, and I ducked under his umbrella and closed mine.
“You know,” I started, “the first person I was ever with, we danced in the rain like this.” I took Loki’s hand and led him in an impromptu waltz around the alley.
“So…” He looked disgruntled. I laughed.
“She was a good dancer.” Loki looked shocked.
“You're gay? Is that why you've been refusing my attempts at affection?" I blushed,
"No, I'm not gay. I like boys too."He looked relieved.
"So just bisexual then. Good." He dipped me backward and held me suspended for a few moments. Then he leaned down and kissed me. Not on the cheek, not on the forehead, he full on kissed me.
That first kiss was magical, and time itself seemed to slow down. Raindrops seemed suspended in the air, like tiny floating crystals. Loki detached his lips from mine and pressed my back against the nearest building. His lips grazed the edge of my jaw, and he kissed a tender line down my neck. I tangled my hands in his hair and the umbrella slipped out of his hand and hit the floor, forgotten. He cupped his hands around my shoulder blades and returned his lips to mine. We stood like that, pressed against the wall with the rain falling around us, for an eternity. At last, Loki pulled away, and time returned to normal. I smiled as I looked up at him through eyelashes fringed with water.
"Wow, that was... wow." I managed. He flicked a strand of wet hair out of is face and smirked.
"Well, I am a very good kisser, if I do say so myself."
"I didn't mean that. I mean that ever since we first met, I've been waiting for that to happen, I just never realised until just now." He leaned down and pecked me on the lips.
"Kate, I love you."