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I wondered if Thor would leave his glasses on during sex.
I dunno what dumbass nineties comedian started the smear campaign against snuggling, but I’m here to tell you, it fucking rules.
When I’d looked at him before he went to bed last night, he’d made a soft little noise, somewhere between a sigh and a whine—and the best part was, I didn’t think he even realized he’d made it.
Thor laughed, an evil little chuckle he saved for when he knew he had me happily bagged up in some sexy snare.
Honestly, this is where I belonged: standing in the kitchen, whisk in hand, listening to the people I loved most in the world bicker and laugh.
During a lull in the conversation, he caught my eye and missed his mouth with his fork, stabbing himself. “Ow,” he said softly, blushing. Yes. I loved him.
I filled my camera roll with stupidly cute hedgehog pics. My favorite by far was one where I put Thor in a mug and pretended to take a sip for a selfie. His little face looked so grouchy in the picture that I immediately made it the lock screen background on my phone.
Thor cocked his head to the side, confused, and I had to try really hard to not show how much his cute little gestures affected me.
In answer to his look, I yanked my t-shirt collar to expose the wound he’d left on my neck. “Am I dying?” Thor clucked, looking at the bite. “Don’t be so dramatic.” “That’s rich, coming from the guy who spent forty-eight hours as a hedgehog because he was a little embarrassed.”
Cas stood in the kitchen, openly scowling, and he didn’t even offer to make Rafe a sandwich, which was the Cassian Rhodes equivalent of taking off his glove and smacking Rafe in the face with it.
“I would have done anything if it meant surviving,” Cas said. “If it meant coming back to you.”
Coping with trauma, I learned, was not a linear process.
“I can’t decide if I want to take you home and peel that fucking suit off you, or get on my knees for you right here.”
Cas looked up at me, lips stretched around my shaft, wearing his mask, and it was by far the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Feeling filthy, I traced my finger along Cas’s cheek, feeling myself in his mouth and I nearly lost it.
The span of heartbeats when his pleasure peaked and we were as close as two people could possibly ever be, I think that’s when I most understood the whole ‘mate’ thing.
“No thanks,” I said, holding up the knife defensively. “No offense man, but the budget Scooby-Doo wolfman look is not an improvement.”
“The quill is mightier than the sword.”
Thor’s pretty face swam in front of me, my vision going a little misty. Then I heard the last words the love of my life would say to me before I passed out cold. “You’re an idiot.”
As if he wasn’t lying here after almost bleeding to death, Cas polished my glasses on the front of his hospital gown and put them back on my face.
“Charging into a mad scientist lair with nothing but a kitchen knife definitely counts as stupid.” “It was a good plan,” I said, crossing my arms. “I stand by it.”
“Cassian…” my name was a plea, a warning, but it was also a siren call. My full name in Thor’s mouth did things to me.
“Oh baby,” he said softly. “I’ll give you everything you need.”
