I plan on doing this whole story in one night. Also, the plot bunnies for hips and Asgardians have taken a vacay to Guadalajara. Since then, they have been replaced by this story and a much longer story that will probably be just for fun.

Sight

The day was lovely outside. Bright sun, singing birds, warm breezes, but they chose to stay inside. Stark's library was well stocked with both Earthly and un-earthly books, and the silent companions were taking every advantage.

Loki was sitting sideways in a chair, long legs casually hanging over the arm. Jane was stretched out on the matching sofa. He was fighting hard to keep his attention on the large book in his lap but was rapidly losing the battle. Since moving into the tower, Jane had picked up a few bad habits from Pepper. Particularly, the habit of wearing cut-offs and bare feet. This was the specific cause of his current problem.

The pure expanse of lightly tanned skin was absolute torture. He imagined running his hands up and down the living silk, causing her to make all sorts of exquisite sounds. The thin t-shirt she wore rode up slightly, revealing a couple of inches of the same said skin. At the thought of peeling her shirt off, revealing her hidden treasures, Loki swore angrily. "Damn!"

Jane glanced up. "Are you alright?" She asked shyly, watching him scrub his long, pale fingers through his blue-black hair.

He gave her a weak smile. "Yes. Some of your midgardian literature, it's just a touch insipid to me."

Jane gave him an understanding smile. "Gotcha. Give me just a sec..." she turned to one of the towering bookshelves and pulled out a slim volume. "Try this."

He turned the book over in his hands. "Shakespeare?" She nodded. "Let me know what you think."

It was amazing to her that he could make something as commonplace as a shrug into something so sexy. At the same time though, he was Loki. He could make reading a phone book look sexy.

As soon as she was sure he was absorbed in the book before openly staring. His pale blue shirt, that exactly matched his eyes, was untucked, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Loki's arms, while lean, we're hard with hidden muscle. That she knew for a fact. Jane felt a flush come over her at the memory of his arm around her. Visibly rough but physically gentle. The man was a walking contradiction.

She tilted her head as her gaze moved to his face. His hair, the glossy color of a ravens wing, his eyes, such a pure blue, those cheekbones, so sharp you could cut concrete with them, his lips...The flush in her body concentrated in her cheeks. His lips were thin yet looked infinity kissable. Capable of such cruelty, but better suited for tenderness.

Loki glanced over at her and was amazed at her expression. She was looking at him with a burning intensity. Her even breathing had quickened, her cheeks rosy. She was aroused. This single fact tweaked his mischief-making side. His lips curled in a smile.

"You seem distracted, Jane." He whispered smoothly. "Is your current book not to your liking?"

Jane looked away. "It's fine. I was just watching you read to yourself."

"Was it distracting?"

You have no idea. "No. Not at all."

Loki shook his head in mock dismay. "Jane, Jane, Jane. You know better than to lie to me."