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Loki watches with an amused smile as Mobius scrambles to get dressed. He’s late for a ‘very important meeting’, apparently. Of course, Loki is the reason he’s late - a fact that Mobius has reminded him of about thirty times. Just to be an ass, Loki is still in bed, smack in the middle of it, naked, and wrapped up in Mobius’ blanket.
“You don’t have to look so damn smug about it,” Mobius complains, adjusting his tie. “Ravonna will prune both of us if she finds out that we are - ”
“What? Fucking?”
“Loki!”
Loki shrugs and rolls over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows. “Your collar is crooked, and have you seen your hair? Personally I think it is a good look on you, but Renslayer may not agree.“
Mobius huffs in annoyance, and disappears into the bathroom. Loki has to admit, he really enjoys badgering Mobius. Most of the time he won’t react to it, but when he does get flustered, it is truly adorable. Loki frowns and rolls back over, staring at the ceiling. It was just supposed to be a bit of fun, the whole sex with Mobius thing. … Just to scratch an itch, and to see if he could actually get away with it. Lately, though, it seems like all he can think about – and not just the sex. It’s little things, like the special smile Mobius has just for when Loki does something that amuses him, or the way their eyes sometimes meet and Loki can’t look away. It’s strangely familiar platonic touches that linger just a bit longer than what should be appropriate, and stupid conversations about nothing, while they lay in bed together in the early hours of the morning. He doesn’t do feelings, but it’s getting harder to pretend it’s just casual sex. But what does that even mean? Loki isn’t sure he knows what love is, and he certainly doesn’t deserve it.
“I’m going, get your ass out of bed because we have work to do as soon as I escape that meeting,” Mobius says, glaring at him. There’s no venom in his tone, though, and a fond smile smile tugs at his lips.
“Fine,” Loki relents.
When he does get out of bed a few minutes later, he notices Mobius’ TemPad sitting on the dresser. Loki wraps himself up in Mobius’ bathrobe and makes it to the living room of the apartment, just as he’s on his way out the door.
“You have forgotten something,” Loki tells him.
Mobius sighs in annoyance and glares at him. “I really don’t have time,” He complains, crossing the room and taking Loki into his arms, as he kisses him softly.
“That was lovely,” Loki says breathlessly, “However, I was referring to this.”
Mobius sees the TemPad in his hands, and groans. “Thank you, love,” He says gratefully.
“What did you just say?” Loki mumbles.
“Thank you?”
“No, not that.”
Mobius smiles knowingly. “It’s not a game anymore. Is it, love?”