A faint smile curling his lips, Loki trailed his mouth over the swell of her breast, circling the bud of her nipple, scraping very lightly with his teeth. His free hand palmed her other breast, kneading gently, taking his time. This was always preferable to sleep, and if it served to distract her, he was more than willing to oblige.

He trailed lower, kissing the flat plane of her stomach, the dip in her navel, smirking faintly as he hitched one of her legs over his shoulder, his lips grazing the tender inside of one thigh.