And then—
He pulled back slightly, lips brushing hers as he murmured, "Breathe, stupid."
Her eyes fluttered open, dazed. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she exhaled shakily.
Loki smirked, but before he could move away, her hand slowly reached up—almost like instinct and gently brushed against his ear.
His ear.
The moment her fingers touched the soft velvet fur, Loki jerked.
His breath hitched. His eyes widened.
"Don't—" he said quickly, grabbing her wrist, but his voice had already softened, like he was trying to hide how sensitive he really was.
Rose blinked. "It's… soft," she whispered.
"Of course it is. I'm perfect," he muttered, flustered now, his cheeks just slightly tinted.
She giggled softly and reached again, brushing the tip of his ear with her pinky.
Loki's body stiffened. His tail even curled behind him. "Seriously—stop touching them unless you want me to—"
"To what?" she asked, looking up at him, her voice breathless and teasing now.
