Chapter 4:

*No One's POV*

Sweat covers Mantis's hair, neck, and everywhere on her body. Her eyes closed from sleeping the previous night. Pleasure waves build up in her stomach which spread through her entire body, resulting in goosebumps. Her antennas light up.

Visions of her underneath Thor's bare, sweating body makes her dream naked body and real clothed body feel weak. Mantis moans and groans in her dream as dream Thor thrusts into her and kissing her neck.

She wakes up, gasping for air and sitting up. Her body is numb from the aftermath of multiple pleasures from the dream. Not only that, her whole body feels dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty. Thor is the only male that shows care and joy towards her. All the others, her father, and brothers only show hatred and disappointment. Loki sees her as a friend because of Tanith.

Mantis lays back down on her old sleeping bag on the floor of her room aka the creepy, old basement of the Mun household. This is the first boy that makes her feel this way. What is she feeling is unfamiliar to her.

The alarm clock next to her pillow flashes 0500. Classes start in three hours and her usual time to wake up is in an hour. A sigh escapes her lips as she gets up out of her sleeping bag.

Mantis wants more.

A nice, warm shower turns on in the basement's restroom. The only thing she has to claim as hers in the big house. Maybe having a long shower can help her relieve herself more.

Meanwhile, her best friend is having a similar situation. Tanith is taking a shower as a part of her normal routine for a school day. Warm water falls down on her naked soft gray body as her long grayish blue long hair is completely wet. She's minding her own business with her face when an ultra pale hand washes her back with a soapy scrub.

It startled her a little, but Tanith feels so relaxed and calm. Her green eyes closed when the movement moves across her body to her stomach. Long, slender pale arms with muscles crosses over to bring Tanith back to its owner's chest. The top of her head goes up to the middle of his chest.

The God of Mischief washes the moon beauty while holding her close. Tanith moans at the sensitive areas being washed. Her knees grow weak, almost making her fall from the pleasure he's giving her.

Once she is cleaned, Loki gently moves away her hair from her shoulder to give the flesh there a series of kisses. He kisses up to her ear to whisper huskily, "you're the one for me." A blush covers her cheeks at the emotion surrounding them.

He gently turns her around to have her face him. Tanith's eyes look up to the amazing eyes of Loki. A smile curls up on his face, knowing that he has got her where he wants her to be.

Tanith's arms rise up to wrap themselves around his neck, feeling his dark locks wet against her short fingers. They both lean in to share a kiss. Sparks are flying and feeling warm inside. Lips moving in sync brings the two closer. Flesh against flesh, yet it feels natural. Tongues fight for dominance, but she lets him win.

Mischief and moon stay like this for a little while before slowly pulling away. She opens her eyes, expected to see who she thinks is her lover, but she didn't see anything. Her eyes widened in shock and lowering her arms.

Did she daydreamed it? Was it real? In fact, what just happened?