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ONE SHOT, LOKExLUCY, CITRUSY FUN FOR EVERYONE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! MAWHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAA!

Loke's hand slipped out from under his head causing his head to fall forward. The action jolted him awake.

'Shit, I don't even remember falling asleep.'

Something shifted in his lap, causing him to look down.

Lucy had turned her head towards his stomach, mumbling as her cheek rubbed against his thigh.

Loke couldn't help but stiffen a little, her face was so damned close to his groin. He choose to stare at her for a bit, taking in her features. Her golden hair was slightly askew, curled this way and that. Her soft pink lips slightly parted, a slight blush gave her slightly pale face some color as her eyelids fluttered slightly. Loke shifted in his seat slightly, uncrossing his long legs and recrossing them, left over the right this time, the heel of his shoe resting on the seat across from him in their private room on the train from Magnolia to Dawn City. The trek a long and arduous one, three day minimum and that was if they caught all of their trains.

His gaze traveled from her face, taking in the curve of her graceful neck. Followed it down past her ample breasts, her arm draped across herself still clutching the book she had been reading to him. He continued his leisurely pace down her torso, noting how her shirt had ridden up in her sleep, now well above her naval. Her sky blue pleated skirt, longer then normal, wrapped around her thighs just reaching her knees. And don't get him started on her legs, those long, long, gorgeous legs ending in her petite, bare feet. Her flats abandoned long ago, lost somewhere beneath the chaise lounge they currently occupied.

Loke picked up the book, not wanting to bend the spin any more then necessary. Placed the ribbon that Lucy had been using as a bookmark in between the open pages and set the copy of Homer's The Illiad on the shelf next to the lounge. He stretched his arms above his head, straining his shoulders and back to ease the tension that had built up from falling asleep sitting upright.

"Lucy, my love, it's late. I'm going to move you to the bed," he whispered, gently placing his hand on her shoulder and nudging it.

"mmmmmm..." was all he could hear as she snuggled further into his lap. His breath hitched as her cheek actually did graze his groin that time.

He slowly shifted himself out from under her, completely aware of how hard he had become from her innocent snuggling. His hand under her head as he made his escape, he laid her head down on the lounger as he repositioned his hands under her to carry her bridal style to the bed at the other end of the compartment. He was always amazed at how light she felt in his arms, almost as if she weighed nothing at all. Nuzzling his nose into the hair on the top of her head he breathed in the sweet aromatic scent of vanilla with a hint of strawberries. The smell brought out on a deep purring, starting deep within his chest and reverberating through his shoulders. 'All mine. She. Is. All. Mine.'

Loke made his way over to the side of the bed and laid Lucy down gently, her head on the pillow. He made to pull away and found himself tangled in her arms. She smiled up at him, a soft, sleepy smile hitting her eyes and making them sparkle in the low light.

"I'm sorry for waking you Princess, but you were passed out on my lap and I though you might appreciate sleeping in the bed." His hands went to her arms gently trying to remove them from his neck thinking she was going to pass out again from exhaustion. Her arms wouldn't budge. Loke pulled away slightly to gaze upon her face.

She used her arms around his neck as leverage as she pulled herself up to meet his lips. Loke softened into the kiss, into her body as he realized she wasn't going to let him get away that easily. Not that he was complaining.

Wrapping his arms around her back, he pulled her flush against him, half off the bed, deepening the kiss. It was as if he was devouring her at the mouth. Fiercely gentle, not too rough but just an edge of hardness to it. Unspoken promises of what was to come as his lips crushed against hers. Teeth gnashing, tongues intertwining, as though they couldn't get enough of each other through the moans and desperate gulps of air that threatened the length of time they could keep their lips pressed to each other.

He removed one arm from her back to support them against the bed as he moved them both further onto the bed. His knee forcing her legs apart as she started to fumble with the buttons of his dress shirt. His suit jacket long abandoned on the posh chair across the room. Using the toes of one foot he forced the first of his shiney black dress shoes off, and then the other. Lucy still stuck on button number three, her handles trembling as she tried to maintain contact with his lips, as though her life depended on it. Loke smiled into her kisses as a devilish thought came to him.

Summoning just enough magical power to bath the room in the yellow light of Regulus' power, Loke ripped Lucy's shirt from her body. A gasp escaped her lips at the sensation of the fabric being torn from her over heated body, exposing her bare skin in a rush that she had never experienced before. 'Heh, if that is how he wants to play this, then fine.'

Lucy drew upon her own magic, creating a softer yellow light that emanated from her body. She stopped fumbling with the buttons and instead bunched the silk fabric of his white dress shirt in her hands and pulled it in opposite directions. Buttons flew everywhere, the fabric starting to tear from the force. Loke hissed at the sensation. Breaking the kiss and grazing his teeth along her jaw, biting and nipping down her neck. "You. Should. Not. Have. Done. That." He whispered along her skin between nips, until he came to the crook of her neck, where it met her shoulder. Sucking and playing with that tiny parcel of skin he moved his hands down to grab her ass and pulled her hips flush to his. Forcing her to feel his erection. Creating more friction as he ground himself against her core, even with all of the layers of fabric left between them she moaned his name as she prayed to the heavens.

JUST A TEASER! THERE WILL BE ONE MORE CHAPTER, MAYBE TWO. DON'T HATE ME PLEASE... I WANT TO MAKE IT GOOD AND RIGHT NOW WITH HOW MENACING LOKE IS SOUNDING AFTER LUCY RUINING HIS SILK SHIRT WHO KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN!

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