Page 54 of Fenrir

He rolled her over and poised above her kissing down her throat. “What’s something you’ve always wanted that you never had the money to buy?”

She tried to think as her body heated at his touch. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve always really wanted a pony.”

He stopped kissing her. “Like a real pony?”

“Yeah. Not a horse. They’re too big, but I’ve always wanted a little pony.”

They stared at each other, and then she burst out laughing.

“You’re joking?”

She nodded, laughing harder at his perplexed expression.

“So you don’t want a pony?”

“Of course, I don’t want a pony. What would I do with a pony? Where would I even keep it?”

He shrugged. “Thor built a small stable in the back of his bike shop for his goats. If you wanted a pony, I’d figure something out.”

She looked around the bedroom. “I’m pretty sure ponies and penthouses don’t go together.”

“We can live somewhere else. This isn’t really my place anyway. Loki bought it for me.”

She stopped breathing.We?Did he say, we?

“Did I scare you away?” he asked. “As you’ve said, this thing between us is quick. Even so, I have no life moving forward without you.”

She smiled. “I feel the same.”

He kissed her softly. “So, do I need to find a place with a barn for a pony, then?”

She shook her head and chuckled. “How about we keep it simple and stay here for a while.”

“I guess we could do that. But I still want to get you something you’ve always wanted.”

Her cheeks heated a bit as she remembered the one childhood wish she’d always dreamed of.

“What?” he asked.

She bit her lip. “Well, if I’m being honest, there is one thing I’ve always wanted to do.”

“Tell me.”

Suddenly it felt silly.

“Nothing you say will change how I feel about you. Unless you say something like you’ve always had a thing for my dad, or you’ve always had a fantasy three-way with Thor or something.”

She smacked his chest. “What? No! Eww… I’m not into pretty boys, sorry. I like mine scarred, furry, and tattooed.”

He smiled. “So you don’t want me to wax my nether regions?”

“Not unless you want me to stop having sex with you.”

“Definitely not.” He kissed her hard. “So tell me. What is it I can give you?”

“I’ve… I’ve always really wanted to go to Disneyland.”

His thick brows scrunched together. “The amusement park?”

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