A/N: This is my first time writing: in the Thor-verse, a Darcy/Loki, and a lemony story. So let me know how I do please!
Oh…damn.
Darcy breathed in rather loudly as she tried to struggled to get some air. Air is good. Air is necessary. Air is nice. "That," she panted, "that…should be illegal."
She swore she could feel Loki's smirk as he rolled off her and pulled her into him in one smooth movement. "Apparently it is in Alfheim. The elves tend to be a little…touchy," he nearly all but purred into her ear, "when their partner's fingers do—"
"Ah! S-sensitive!" Darcy slapped his hands away and interrupted his admittedly sinful ministrations. She rolled her eyes when his smirk turned into an outright chuckle. As much as she loved the way his fingers felt, a girl's gotta have a break! "I think I've lost all feelings from the waist down."
He laughed louder, sending pleasing vibrations up and down her back but Darcy was hearing none of it. "I'm serious! I'm gonna end up being that girl who gets sent to the ER for having sex-related injuries. My insurance—among other things—is gonna go up because of you."
"You know very well, my dear girl, what the only thing that goes up between us is." Loki ground his hips against her as if to prove his point. He nipped her shoulder gently while letting his fingers trace her curves lightly this time. "Besides, I still have a few tricks I haven't even used yet."
Darcy's snort was cut short and was turned into a moan when he slipped between her wet thighs right before her entrance. Oh goody, I can feel my other half.
"You've been holding out on me? I should be insulted."
She squeezed her thighs to create some pressure—she was wet enough for Loki to simply slide in and out. It was Loki's turn to groan. Finally!
"Silly girl. I've been alive far more than you have. A month wouldn't even be sufficient to thoroughly cover what I know." He roughly grabbed her hips before thrusting in a different angle.
Darcy was panting again and it wasn't too long before that delicious numbing feeling came back.
Sex-related injuries are worth it anyways.
Darcy struggled to keep herself from checking and rechecking if her jacket was still on top of her basket. It was meant to hide what she had underneath, but she knew that nothing was more suspicious than someone who fidgeted. And she was being incognito dangit—she was so not going to draw attention to herself. I am just another customer, I am just another customer, I am just another customer…
She refocused her attention again on the line of books in front of her. Her eyes traveled over the list of titles hurriedly, barely pausing to finish the end of the labels before moving on to the next one.
Jungles & Forests: The Ad—
Jupiter or Satu—
The Judicia—
Darcy huffed in annoyance but she knew she shouldn't complain. She did choose this particular store after all. The vast amounts of references and books made sure that the particular subjects she had in mind were available and the store's popularity provided ample discretion for what she was trying to get.
Kansas City, Missouri: What more can you wa—
Kangaroos: The New Source of Mea—
Kanawha Riv—
She grinned with excitement as she read the titles, her search finally nearing completion with this last book. Unconsciously, her fingers began tracing the spines of each hardcover, as if preparing to grab the next title that would signal the end of her quest.
Kamensk Ura—
Kameezes in South A—
The Kamchatka: Siber—
Kambas Ramayanam: An English prose rendering
Uhh, what? Darcy feigned interest in the title and hummed as if finally founding her book. Inwardly, she cursed the group of girls that giggled loudly behind her—but subtlety was her middle name today and she was gonna live up to it! The girls finally left her aisle and Darcy shoved the book back thoughtlessly.
Her eyes spotted the title she was looking for and she could hardly contain her grin. Looking around her one more time before sticking her tongue at the security cameras right above her, Darcy shoved the book into her basket before walking away—casually of course, so as to not draw attention to herself. But if anyone saw the mischievous glint in her eye and the smirk threatening to come out, they would know that her intentions were far from innocent.
It was a trademark look that she eerily picked up from the God of Mischief himself. Darcy sauntered..yes, sauntered, over to the register and unloaded her purchases. She was proud to admit that she was able to look at the blushing cashier at the eye when she paid. And she may or may not have given him a wink before handing over her cash.
Darcy looked over each of the titles when she left the bookstore. A full smirk was on her face now.
It's time to show Loki a few Midgardian tricks.
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Women: How to Deal with His Other Head
Little Black Book of Sex Tricks and Tips
The Male Anatomy; How His is Different from Hers
And finally…
Kama Sutra 101: The Essential Guide to a Good Romp
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