A/N: The sequel/conclusion to Going Up. I wasn’t planning on writing it, but people asked and once I realized what the title had to be, I couldn’t stop. It’s almost twice as long, with more sexy bits. The last third ended up gentler than I planned with Loki more as a sensual, generous lover, so um… yeah.
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As it turned out, I didn’t call Loki that night. Or the next. I went home and told myself that I would call him after a shower. Then I thought maybe I should have dinner first. By the time I was done cooking and eating and cleaning up, I had convinced myself that it was too late in the evening to call him and that I should wait until tomorrow. What if he went to bed early? I didn’t want to wake him up.
I knew these were pathetic excuses. I wanted to call him. But I just couldn’t get up the nerve. What was I going to say? "Hi, remember me, I’m the girl you shagged in an elevator?“ I blushed just thinking about it. It had been incredible. I certainly didn’t regret it. But was going back for more a good idea? Was it better just to leave it as a fling, a little fun in an elevator, something special?
Going Down
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Maker's Breath 