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Playing with Fire. RP for raindownsulphur

Pestilence took advantage of the long weekend to go on holiday. She'd never really needed an excuse to do whatever she wanted, but she figured this gave her the opportunity to decorate her office and talk about something at work. It worried her how naturalised she was becoming to humanity.

If she distracted herself enough, she could ignore the strange feelings she was experiencing. The entirely unreasonable craving for the snow, for example. So she decided to banish it with scorching temperatures.

Lying on a private beach in Cuba, she was wearing her red string bikini - she thought the white pattern of ovals resembled a colony of bacilli - and sipping on a Pina Colada.

This was the perfect place to forget about Loki.

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"Nice little place you got here." Loki commented, having landed on a beach hut a few metres back from where Pestilence was lying and draped his legs over the edge, his attention apparently completely caught by the sea.

Looking up at the handsome intruder, Pestilence removed her sunglasses and swung her legs over the side of the lounger.

"And I thought this was a private beach. Just amazing who they'll let in these days."

"Yeah well... some people are just above the rules. Especially when it comes to private beaches." Loki replied and jumped from the top of the hut, landing in the soft sand next to her.

Leaning back on her hands (which she knew gave him a fabulous view), she idly kicked sand at him. "I'm on vacation, you know."

"That's why I came to bother you." Loki replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he pretended not to notice hers. "I never got around to punishing you, and this is the best thing I could think up at such short notice."

Pestilence rolled her eyes. "Of course, feathers."

She swung her legs back onto the lounger and lay back, picking up her cocktail. "Well, pull up a lounger - all work and no play makes Loki a dull boy."

Still refusing to be told what to do, Loki sat on the side of hers instead and looked up at the sun. He had never understood why humans were so insistent on roasting themselves alive. If they wanted heat, he could take them to a little place downtairs called Hell.

Loki appeared to have blocked her sunlight. With a small sigh, she sat up and reached for his waist, loosening the buckles for his breastplate.

"You are inappropriately dressed. This - off!"

Loki raised his eyebrows, but said nothing in return yet, pulling the armour over his head and let it rest in the sand.

"I may be called away again." He warned, sure that he shouldn't be taking his armour off at all.

"I know." She started to work on his shirt. "I have a reputation to maintain, you know - these good people think I'm a respectable lady. And I refuse to be seen with a man who doesn't know how to dress for the beach."

Also, she'd quite like to see Loki topless, chase this thing back into carnal territories where it belonged.

Loki chuckled at this, now doing nothing to help her cause. If she wanted his shirt off, she'd have to take it off herself.

"I'm not a man, though." He returned with a smirk, blue eyes flashing in amusement.

Pestilence laughed, sliding off the lounger to kneel in front of him and tugging his shirt up, fingers skimming over his warm flesh as she pushed his arms above his head. Her hands swept slowly down his arms, easing the fabric away from skin until the tangle of cloth was pulled free of his head and hands.

"You'll do."

"Glad you think so." Loki replied, smoothing down his slightly ruffled hair, considering that when he'd headed in her direction, he hadn't expected to be half undressed in a matter of minutes.

Loki is a very attractive angel. And in most instances, she would've already dragged him to her beach hut and had her wicked way.

However, she's quite happy to just look and smile up at him. "So...how are you liking your vacation?"

Loki snorted at the mere idea of a vacation, shaking his head and twisted his neck to look down at her. "Vacation? What's that? I've never had a vacation."

She kneels up, resting her hands on his knees. "I don't believe you're working for a minute."

"Not right this second, no. Though I can 'light some fires' and pretend I am, if that makes you feel better?" He continued to tease, the hands at his knees of interest.

Pestilence laughed, folding her arms on his lap and resting her head there.

"Whatever sharpens your sword, feathers."

"Is that what they're calling it these days?" Loki asked and got up, giving her no warning despite her head being on his lap.

Looking up, he commanded lightning from the sky, striking the sand with an electric, almighty thump not far from her sunbed.

Pestilence let herself fall gracefully to the side as Loki stood up. And then there was lightning and the distinct smell of burning, as the palm tree above them started to waver.

"Bravo," she said, deadpan.

Loki raised his eyebrows as he watched one of the palm trees seperate away from the others and slowly fall down towards the beach hut, destroying it and starting a small fire.

Well, that's the end of her souvenir shopping. So much for the office decor.

"I take it that was not what was meant to happen."

Loki had the good grace to look slightly apologetic, and he shot her a sheepish look before he looked up into the sky again, commanding the rain to put out the fire. Except he only knew how to create epic rain, and it completely drenched the both of them.

The drowned rat look did not suit her. Standing on her beach, wearing only her tiny bikini, Pestilence shivered and gave him a look that had killed lesser creatures.

"...thanks."

Forking an eyebrow at her, Loki tried his best not to laugh. He was equally as wet, and was simply glad he hadn't had his wings fanned out.

"Looking good." He teased with a snigger and looked at the now steaming hut. He made a mental note to come back and fix it when he didn't have to leave.

Thankfully, the day was still scorching, and soon there was mist rising from her body - she could still get some sunbathing in.

But first, she had an angel to deal with.

"You," she prodded him in the chest. "Are a nuisance. I should throw you off my beach."

Yet her hand rested on his chest, and she didn't seem like she wanted him to leave at all.

"Oh, c'mon. I don't make mistakes. All part of the plan." He said, grinning down at her, unable to stop his eyes watch the mist rising off her body.

"Whatever, feathers. You're not fooling me."

She laid her hand flat on his chest, her other hand idly finding his and linking their fingers.

"No, apparently not. Can't get anything past you... can I, Pes?" He murmured, leaning down and brushing his lips against hers before adding pressure and turning it into a kiss.

Her heart leapt in that dizzying ridiculous way, and she places both hands round his neck, sucking his bottom lip between her own as she begins her slow conquest of his mouth.

She's not letting him escape this time.

Unable to help himself shudder, which had he not been so preoccupied would have annoyed him, Loki wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to himself as he returned the kiss.

She felt the tone of this encounter change, the subtle shift from whatever-they-had to something passionate and raw. She kissed him hungrily, devouring him, giving herself over in a way she'd never really done before.

Bodies pressed together tightly and skin-on-skin contact was loosening Loki's will, he melted into her kiss and offered up his own desire, the burnt, smoking hut now forgotten.

Using her supernatural strength to match his, she pulled him down into the sand, pressing herself full length against him and offering kiss after kiss.

She needed him.

Groaning against her lips, Loki's hands slipped up her sides, fingertips gently tracing over her ribs. He was having one hell of a time too, until he felt he was needed.

Sighing he broke the kiss and let his head drop back into the sand in annoyance.

Feeling him pull away, Pestilence tried to follow his lips, event though her rational mind knew their time was up.

"Ignore it..."

"Yeah. Sure. That'd be my ass up for a spanking." Loki replied, running his hands over his face before back through his hair.

"And not the good kind." He felt the need to point out before her smart mouth got their first.

With a deep heartfelt sigh, Pestilence rolled off Loki and into the sand, staring up into the sky of her tropical paradise.

"I'm sure you're already in trouble for...something, feathers."

"I'm sure I am." Loki replied, sitting up and back onto his elbows before rolling towards her and pressing a kiss to her lips before he was up, grabbing at his shirt and armour. He didn't have time to re-dress now.

"See you later." He mumbled, unsure if this was just someone's way of saying whatever they had was never going to happen.

Launching himself up into the sky, he dressed in the air, sliding his shirt and armour back on with less difficulty airborne than one would imagine.

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Playing with Fire. RP for raindownsulphur

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