[earlier days, pt. 2]

[forewarned_is]

Kali wakes to sunlight on her closed eyelids. She stretches luxuriously without opening them, taking a moment to savor the pleasant lingering ache of last night's exertions -- both the battle, and what came almost immediately after.

That was, she has to admit, pretty unexpected. But there's some satisfaction -- all right, a lot of satisfaction -- in the knowledge that it took him even more by surprise. And a lot of amusement in watching him try to pretend that it was his own idea all along.

She rolls to her side, and opens her eyes.



At the volley of astonished swearing, a flock of small, brightly colored birds takes swift and panicked flight from the trees overhanging the little tent.

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[changeinasnap]

"'S why you love m -- " is all he gets out before she kisses him.

He can't say that he minds the interruption.

Humming deep and low in the back of his throat, he wraps both arms around her and returns the kiss with interest.

[forewarned_is]

He's not wrong.

Kali's hand trails down his spine, and traces back up, fingernails scraping lightly over the skin.

[changeinasnap]

The hum turns to a sharp intake of breath; somewhere in it is a whispered, "Kali -- "

His hands slide to her hips, encouraging her closer.

[forewarned_is]

The sound she makes in her throat is halfway between a purr and a laugh.

Her hands close hard on his shoulders; a shift, a twist, and the two of them roll over on the sand, coming to a halt with Loki flat on his back and Kali poised over him.

Sometimes it doesn't take an arm across the throat to pin him down; sometimes all she needs is a kiss.