“Should we get out of the water, it’s getting kinda chilly.” You mumbled, looking at Loki.
He smiled, gliding his hand along your bare shoulder, watching the gooseflesh rise beneath his touch. “I suppose, you do look cold.”
“I like being in here with you though.”
“We can always swim tomorrow.” Loki tilted his head up, looking towards the sky. A smile graced his lips as he watched the twinkling lights. You followed his gaze, admiring Loki’s angular jaw and the way his hair cascaded around his head. “Yes, come love, let’s get out.”
You swam over to the edge of the pool and slowly lifted yourself from the water.
Loki watched you closely, admiring the curve of your body, the movement of your muscles, your hair hanging in dripping curtains. You pulled yourself up and turned around, smiling coyly at him.
Quirking your finger, you motioned for him to join you.
Loki’s grin widened as he moved forward, resting his hands on either sides of your legs. You wrapped your legs around his torso as he lifted himself from the water. Pulling himself up, Loki met your lips in a soft kiss, lifting himself and slowly pushing you back until he crawled out of the pool, sliding you back and pressing his body against yours, planting soft kisses on your dripping flesh.
You giggled at the feather touches, reaching for the large towel to wrap around the pair of you. Loki wrapped his arm around you, the towel enveloping the two of you. He leaned his head down and pressed a soft kiss into the crown of your head before lightly rubbing the corner of the towel through your hair, drying it off.
As Loki held you tightly, sometimes drying you off, other times just planting soft kisses, the two of you kicked your feet in the water, lightly splashing and enjoying the texture of the water.
“Look at the stars.” You finally interrupted the warm amicable silence.
“They’re beautiful tonight.” Loki agreed, following your gaze. “Thank you for this lovely evening.”
“Thank you too.” You replied.
Loki cupped your chin and pulled you in for a deep kiss, his lips melding against yours. Your eyes sank shut, melting into his touch.