For Now [MLR: Loki x Mayura NC-17]

[melrose_stormhaven]

Disclaimer: I do not own Matantei Loki Ragnarok. Don't sue.
Title: For Now
Author: Melrose_Stormhaven
Pairings: Loki x Mayura (one of my favorite pairings next to 1xR)
Warnings: NC-17. Pointless Lemon. If you're underage, leave right
now. Loki's in his adult form.
Summary: It's Loki and Mayura's wedding night, and of all nights,
this is when Mayura worries about her mortality. Written for the 2005
Church of Lemons of the Love Reflection ML.
Email: melrose_stormhaven@y...


Daidouji Mayura stood in front of the mirror, combing her thick pink
hair with a brush held by trembling fingers. She was alone for the
moment in the dimly lighted hotel room, Loki having gone to the
bathroom to take a quick shower. Truth be told, Mayura was grateful
for being left alone, even for a just a while.

It was her wedding night, and like most brides before her, her
stomach had butterflies in it, and she had this ridiculous urge to
run back to the safety of her Papa's arms and lock herself in her
room.

Mayura's lips curled into an amused smile even as the absurd thoughts
ran through her head. She couldn't go back to her Papa now. She was a
woman wed, and her place was with her husband. When a man takes a
wife, he leaves his parents to go and be with her until death parts
them. It is the same when a woman takes a husband. For what was once
two was now one.

However, unlike most women who married mortal men, Mayura had married a god. She laughed softly as she thought about how ironic things
were. She, who for the longest time did not believe to gods, was now
the wife of the Norse god of mischief and chaos.

"Is something funny, Mayura?"

Surprised, Mayura started and whirled around, almost dropping the
brush if Loki hadn't caught it before it fell to the floor. Mayura
blushed at the sight of her new husband wearing a loosely tied cotton
robe, which gave her a peek of the bare, sleek form underneath the
robe. His maple brown hair was still damp from the shower, the
remaining beads of water glowing softly under the light. "Loki-kun!"
she said, calling her husband with the name she had used not so long
ago, back when she had thought Loki was just and unusual eight-year
old boy. Old habits truly die hard. She pouted. "Mou! You startled
me!"

An amused smile on his lips, Loki closed the gap between them and
locked her in the circle of his arms with a gentle embrace, her back
flush against his chest. His chuckled softly when Mayura's cheeks
grew redder. Placing a soft, chaste kiss near the junction point of
the neck and the jaw, Loki's whispered, "I'm sorry." Mischief danced
in his green eyes, making him truly look like the Loki of lore, all
charm and devilry. "Would you like me to…make up for it?" His lips
brazed her collarbone, just the faintest of contact between his lips
and her skin, but it made Mayura shiver.

Loki smirked. Glancing at their reflection in the mirror, he let his
gaze wander at Mayura's body. Clad only in a pale white nightgown and
a pair of panties, Loki could clearly see the outlines of Mayura's
curves. He smiled, looking at her with worshipful eyes. "You're
beautiful," he whispered, bending over to lick the shell of Mayura's
ear.

Mayura reddened even more. She opened her mouth to say the same thing to Loki, but she stopped, remembering something. Loki was beautiful, of course…and he was also a god, immortal. While Mayura was
beautiful, she was human and mortal. She would grow old, age, and
die. Loki would not.

The sudden realization brought unshed tears in her eyes. She hadn't
really thought about the whole god-human thing. It had been never
been an issue between them in their relationship before they got
married. Yes, she had been stunned when Loki finally confessed he was
really the god Loki. In fact, she had been so upset with Loki for not
telling her the truth about himself, that she didn't speak to him for
a month. Finally, she came to terms that Loki was Loki, god or no. He
was still intelligent, still mischievous, still handsome, and still
loving. He just grew up and aged a bit, that's all.

She hadn't really thought about it. She would have probably
considered it if she hadn't been so…euphoric with her feelings for
her then soon-to-be husband.

Euphoric was probably the best word Mayura could come up to describe
what she felt and how she acted. She was in love for the very first
time in her life, and mysteries of mysteries, he loved her back.
Suddenly, everything was more wondrous and more mysterious than
before…

And now, out of all nights, the reality of their situation came
crashing down on her. Numb, she thought, Would Loki-kun still love me
when I'm old and no longer pretty?

As if sensing her distress, Loki stopped his teasing, pulled away
from her, and gazed at her with a worried look. "What's wrong?"

Mayura bit her lip and tried to look away, but Loki grasped her chin
firmly and turned her head to face him.

"What's wrong, Mayura?" he asked again, this time more forcefully.
Then, thinking that her behavior was a bad case of honeymoon jitters,
he said in a gentle voice, "Are you…too nervous? We don't have to do
it now, you know. I could wait."

"No, it's not that…it's…." She blinked back the tears in her
eyes. "It's just that–oh, you'd probably think it's silly, Loki-kun."

Loki smiled wryly, and took her hands. "Nothing is too silly for us
to discuss, Mayura. Now, tell me why you're upset, so I can make you
feel better."

She didn't look at him. "I realized that you're immortal, and I'm
not. I'll age and die, you won't. And you're a god, Loki-kun. What-
what if you go back to that–"

She looked up when she heard Loki chuckle. Then, before she knew it,
she was in his arms again. "My silly little wife. You're afraid that
when you're old, I'll go back to Asgard, is that it?"

Loki had thought about this before, back when he had been quite
reluctant to start a relationship with Mayura because she was mortal,
and he was not. He didn't think he could bear to love Mayura and then
lose her so soon to time, but later, he realized it would have been a
greater loss if he didn't pursue his feeling for Mayura. He'd forever
regret that he let Mayura slip through his grasp.

When he heard Mayura sniff, Loki kissed her on her forehead and said
in a serious voice, "Mayura, I will not lie to you. Yes, I will not
age, however, Mayura, I love you and I will stay by your side–and
there is no power on earth or anywhere else that would change that."
He smiled at her. "Odin couldn't keep me away from you. And I stayed
here for you, remember? And about you growing old, if you want, I'll
grow old along with you. I am not known as a shapeshifter for
nothing. We'd probably be the best-looking old couple in the world."

Mayura had to laugh at that, her spirits lifting. Loki loved her, she
loved him. That was enough. There was lifetime ahead of them, and she
was really being rather silly getting cold feet at the start of their
life together. "You're right, Loki-kun. I am being very silly."

"No, not really…but maybe a little." Mayura pouted. Smiling
mischievously, Loki bent his head and said, "Now that we're done with
that, why don't we get back to what we were doing a while ago?"
Without another word, he kissed her.

Mayura let out a moan, her hand clutching Loki's robe, which was
already slipping away down his shoulders and off his body. Gently,
Loki her on the soft bed, his lips never leaving hers.

Loki's tongue slid into Mayura's mouth, seeking, twining with
Mayura's own. Their lips slid against each other's, tasting and
nibbling. By the time Loki pulled away to kiss the underside of
Mayura's jaw, Mayura was panting for breath. The sensations Loki was
invoking within her were strange, but it felt good. Her breath
hitched in her throat when Loki's warm, wet lips fell on the side of
her neck, alternating between sucking and licking the sensitive
flesh. Her fingers curled tighter on Loki's robes until it fell off
and she ended up clinging on his shoulders.

"Loki!" Mayura gasped as Loki's fingers brushed against her nipples
through the thin material of her nightgown with his thumb, circling
it before rubbing it between his fingers until they were taut.
Closing her eyes, her body arched into the touch, her fingernails
digging into Loki's shoulders. Sweat began to cover her body, making
her skin glisten under the warm light.

Loki's hand crept into Mayura's nightgown, bunched the edge in one
hand and lifted it out of her body until she was only clad with a
pair of lacy panties. Blushing again, Mayura gazed at Loki, eyes full
of trust, though he could see the way her hands clenched the sheets,
her knuckles pale, fingers twitching slightly.

Mayura moaned as Loki lapped a nipple with his tongue, his fingers
tugging at the other one. Mayura cried out when Loki engulfed the
nipple with his mouth, sucking it, then lightly biting on it. He did
the same to the other nipple as his other hand danced on her smooth
belly, moving lower.

Mayura's eyes snapped wide open when Loki brushed against that spot
though her panties. She instinctively closed her legs, trapping
Loki's hand between them. "Loki-kun…."

"Shhh," Loki murmured as he nipped Mayura's neck. "It's all right. I
promise it will feel good." He smiled softly when Mayura nodded, eyes
still huge and cheeks flushed. Slowly, she parted her legs, breath
catching in her throat as Loki slid her panties off her.

A finger brushed over the hidden bundle of nerves, pressing softly.
Mayura arched off the bed, a loud gasp torn from her throat as a wave
of pleasure hit her. What was that?

Loki smirked as rubbed his hands on her sweet spot, drawing harsh
pants from his wife. He felt her tense, then tremble as she tossed
her head back and forth, finger clenching the sheets tightly. She let
out a low wail when she came. "Loki~!"

Mayura let out a disappointed whimper when Loki withdrew his fingers.
Gods, she felt so…weak, and yet she never felt so alive until now.
Gazing at Loki, she saw that the robe was gone, and she was facing
the Norse god in all his…naked glory. She blushed again.

She knew what was to come next; she wasn't that completely innocent.
Now eyeing Loki with hooded eyes, Mayura slid back against the
mattress, and spread her legs further apart.

The blatant invitation momentarily stunned Loki. He'd never imagined
his bride to be so forward, but then again, Mayura had always been
full of surprises. Kissing her softly on her lips, Loki put a hand at
the small of Mayura's back, lifting her hips up. Then he slid his
arms under the crook of both of her knees. "Mayura," Loki said
hoarsely, looking at Mayura straight in the eye. "This might hurt."
Mayura bit her lip, took a deep breath, and nodded, staring at Loki
as well.

Loki entered her in one slick thrust, Mayura making only a small
whimper as he took her. His gaze never left Mayura's face. Loki
groaned as the tight heat that was Mayura encased his length up to
the hilt. He leaned over, panting for breath, and kissed Mayura
softly in the lips, and whispered 'I love you' in old Norse. Then he
began to thrust in and out of her, gently, and slowly at first, then
harder and faster as he began to lose himself in Mayura's warm, wet
heat, but also taking care not to hurt Mayura and give her pleasure
first.

Mayura trembled at the delicious sensations wracking her body, taking
her closer to an aching release. Loki's entry hurt at first, but the
pain faded, and was soon replaced with piercing pleasure. She wrapped
her arms around Loki's neck, drawing him closer, until their faces
were just inches apart. Both of them were sweating now, their moans
reverberating throughout the room. She cried out in pleasure as Loki
angled his thrust so that he would blush against the hidden bundle of
nerves that drove Mayura over the edge.

Loki moaned out Mayura's name as Mayura's muscles tightened around
him when she came, a scream torn from her throat. Growling low in his
throat as Mayura's body shuddered against his own, Loki thrust
upwards a few more times before releasing himself in a shattering
climax.

"Loki-kun," Mayura whispered as Loki fell beside her. Gently, Loki
slid out of her and ran his fingers through Mayura's sweat-soaked
hair. "It's Loki, Mayura-chan," he corrected her gently, then planted
a kiss on her forehead. He drew her closer to him.

"Loki." Mayura smiled and snuggled closer in Loki's embrace.

Author's note: God, this is sooooo PWP. Poor excuse for a lemon. XD
Gomen. I've been a little late. Thesis caught up with me. I still
have one to go tomorrow. Thank God for different timezones!

Ahhh! It's been a while since I wrote a hetero lemon. I have NO idea
why I wrote something like that. Must be because I'm a bit haggard
from writing my undergraduate thesis. But it has been playing in my
mind too long. I wanted to include about Loki's women, but I'm short
on time. Maybe I'll revise this soon. Well, I hope you enjoyed this.

[bookworm]

Nice. Did have some awkward moments, but still nice nonetheless.