The Difference Between a Whisper and a Scream

Part I

His touch was like a whisper, so soft; she had to strain to feel it, but when he did lay his elegant hands on her body, how she relished it. She loved every second of it, but he was gone with a whisper. Leaving the bitter sounds of silence, leaving her feeling like a traitor. Her body was a traitor, always begging to feel him, her eyes betrayed her; loving the sight of the stunning angles of his face, and her ears. They were the biggest traitor of all, hanging on to every word he whispered; allowing him to twist her thoughts with the words he spoke quietly into her ears.

Tonight, there was something different about him; he touched her like a scream, embracing his lust for her fully; she screamed for him, he shouted for her. Tonight was not a whisper, their screams for each other filled the room, echoing off the walls; through every crevice, from every nook and cranny. After the screams subsided, he collapsed on her, his face resting in the crook of her neck. Sweat waltzed down her forehead, her heart pounded against her ribcage. Even her heart screamed, he lifted his head to look at her. His forest green eyes screaming at her, but his voice was gentle as he whispered words of passion to her. She wrapped her arms around him, clutching on to him like he was the last lifejacket on a sinking ship. Her love for him was a whisper, she kept it quiet from her colleagues, from her friends, from her boss. She knew if they were to discover her lover's idenity, they would scream in shock, in disapproval.

He dipped for a kiss, a long, mind twisting, toe curling kiss. She clawed his back desperately, aching for more as his lips trailed down her neck,gently sucking and biting with each kiss. She bucked her hips, moaning as he granted her pleasures. After he was finished, he sat upright, his hands plowing through the mass of his raven locks. His eyes glowed mischievously as his thin lips twisted into a smirk; sweat danced down his temples as he rolled over so he lay next to her. She was out of breath, as an assassin, she had an impressive level of endurance; but when it came to this twisted game he was playing, she was always left breathless and a slightly woozy. Her fiery red locks stuck to her eyelashes as she rolled over to face him, hooking her long leg over his. A sizable amount of weeks ago she vowed to herself that she would put an end to this affair, but he used his greatest weapon against her; his voice. He put desires in her head, he made her need him, he was deadly. Not because of his worthy magic or impressive set of skills, no it was because he tricked you, (Hence the title God of Mischief) he planted the tiniest notion in you're mind and then he watered it and cared for it until it sprouted. And by that time, it's too late to reverse the damage. The sprout grew into tree with twisting and damaging limbs. When the growing was finished, all said in done; you were his to command, Natasha promised herself the first time he ran his long musical fingers across her flesh that she would not fall a victim to his trap, now she was to far in to quit; and to stop him would be as unbearable as unimaginable.

Her hand went to the sharp curve of his cheekbone, she wiped the sweat of his brow with her thumb. He was a piece of art, he should be sculpted and painted, and hung in museums across the world; her thumb ran over his smooth black eyebrows and over his eyelid. She traced down the bridge of his nose to his upper lip, Natasha outlined his lips and Loki took her thumb in his mouth and gently nibbled on the tip. This was his specialty, he knew just the right things to say, the right touch to place to keep her coming for seconds, then thirds, and fourths etc. For a moment Natasha wondered the countless wonderful things he could do if he was on they're side, she knew his heart to be ultimately good but it was buried and locked and chained, his heart was frozen then dressed in steel and caked in blood. Finding Loki's good would be like Tony going the day without making a snark remark, it was nearly an impossible. He pressed his cool tongue to the pad of her thumb, Natasha felt the shock of electricity between them. It ran down her fingers to her toes, it was like a kick start; she was suddenly fired up; ready for round three or what it four? Natasha pulled her thumb from his lips and in it's place, she pressed her mouth to his. She slid her tongue in between his lips, poking and feeling his mouth. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him close, normally Natasha would not be so aggressive with her lovers but Loki was unlike any of her past lovers; he loved when she was mean and in return he was meaner.

His hands went to to her hips, he lifted her onto his body so she was straddling his hips. When she first let him into her bedroom, Natasha was pleasantly surprised by his strength, he looked so lean but the trickster possessed tight corded muscles so he was able to lift her with ease. It was another trick that Loki placed on the mind, with his outer appearance; some would believe that he was weak but Loki had strength that could outmatch Thor's. Natasha sat her hands on the smooth planes of his abdomen, feeling the smooth flesh, he grabbed her wrists and forced her to lay down on top of him. His hands went to her fiery red hair, he pulled on her locks so her head snapped up, exposing her neck to him. His lips trailed the smooth column of her neck, kissing, lapping, and biting hard.

Natasha screamed, "Bozhe Mui!"

"Natalia" Loki whispered against her collarbone

Suddenly the door of Natasha's room swung open, revealing a flabbergasted Clint Barton; he looked at Natasha and Loki's exposed bodies as he mouth fell agape. Natasha sat upright, she clawed for her bed sheets. A silk forest green robe appeared in front of Natasha, she glanced at Loki, a "thank you" written in her eyes. Natasha pulled the robe on and tied the sash, the assassin pulled herself out of the bed to face Barton who was still frozen in shock.

Loki was about to speak but Natasha silenced him, "This is something I have to take care of alone" Loki studied her momentarily before vanishing out of sight.

Natasha wondered if this was the last time she saw Loki, but she was pulled from her thoughts when Clint spoke. "I can't believe he brainwashed you"

Natasha's red brows met in anger, "Loki did NOT brainwash me"

"You are in denial" Clint tried

"The only one that is denial is you" Natasha accused harshly

"Do you love him?" Clint asked in hushed tones

"Excuse me?"

"DO you love him!" Clint screamed at his old partner

Natasha knew there was no point of lying, "Yes" she whispered.

"Then that makes you a traitor" Clint said his voice full of spite, "Sleeping with that monster, have you forgotten that he tried to kill us?"

"He has good in him Clint" Natasha defended her lover

"You are blinded by you're lust!" Clint screamed

"And you are blinded by your unwillingness to let the past go!" Natasha screamed back

The two S.H.I. E.L.D agents had a silent battle of the wills, the two glared at each other for a few moments before Clint relaxed his shoulders and his eyes flickered downwards.

"It was only a matter of time" Barton sighed turning his back, "I won't speak a word to anyone, this is the last time Tasha I swear to God."

"Thank you Clint" Natasha whispered, silently relieved that he won't report to Fury about her lover.

"The things I do for you" Clint turned his head to look at Natasha, his eyes sad.

He left her room and slammed her door shut, leaving Natasha alone. The assassin walked over to her bed and sat down, she was clutching at her chest. She now came to realize the difference between a whisper and a scream, her life as a reformed S.H.I. E.L.D agent was a whisper, it was a cycle she was used to. But Loki appeared in her life like a scream, impossible to ignore, he grabbed her attention fast, and now he echoed through her life. Sometime, one day, he would fade and erase his existent from her life completely. When he did, she'd be a whisper; no longer possessing the scream of fire that Loki made her feel. But until that day came, she would enjoy the symphony of screams and whispers that Loki composed.

I apologize if the characters are deemed OOC, please no flames. Review! Part II is coming soon!