p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"Maybe it has something to do with being locked in Stark Tower with the dark, sulking Prince. Darcy has always felt attracted to him, like there is some sort of weird connection. However, he's too god damn stubborn to talk to her, to acknowledge her existence. So, naturally, Darcy does the same. She tries incredibly hard to ignore him. Walks straight past him without even noticing that he was standing there. She knows she has peaked his interest, wondering why all of a sudden she no longer attempted to make him watch hours of Netflix or, heaven forbid, try to have a span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"conversation. /span/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"No, the God of Mischief and Lies was like an angst-driven, hormonal thirteen year old girl who just had her first period. Darcy herself isn't as bad as him, even in her worst moods, and she is legendary for the wrath of her moods. Thor has long since given up on his dear brother, instead choosing to leave him be until he was ready tospan style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" cooperate/span and span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"make friends/span. That, Darcy strongly believed with every fibre in her mortal body, was never going to happen. He mopes around on their shared floor of Stark tower - the floor she named span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Land of the Rejects - /spanor simply refuses to leave his bedroom. Sometimes Darcy has to take meals to his bedroom door, knocking until he answers just to make sure he's still alive and not wasting away in style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"br /span/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"Today, Darcy was quite fed up with the Prince. He hasn't left his room in almost two days and she refuses to bring him any more meals and fuss over him. span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Fuck him,/span she thinks. Yeah, why should she fret and stress over one super attractive, whiny, raven-haired Norse Prince? Who cares if he is so delicious she could spend all day on he knees worsh- nope. She refuses to finish that sentence. Just because he's attractive doesn't mean Darcy can let her mind run all over the place with ways that she would appreciate his body./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Shit, shit, shit, shit. /spanEnough. No more. Darcy Lewis refuses to fall into the abyss that is his emerald eyes and finely chiselled body. Instead, she puts her loose dark brown curls into a messy bun, forgoes pants and decides to make pancakes. Why? Because fuck you, pancakes. That should be reason enough. It's only 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning, everyone else in the tower is either still sleeping, working or on a mission. Darcy Lewis has given herself a small holiday after finishing her university course. This holiday consists of spending the money she's saved up while working for Jane and more recently Tony Stark, the genius himself and cooking pancakes in her underwear whenever she damn well feels like it. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"She decided to put in her headphones, not wanting to blast her favourite songs in case the Prince of Doom decides to come out of his cave to see what was happening. She happily let the sound of The National - her favourite band - fill her ears, going through the regular routine of making pancake batter. It took Darcy a total of ten minuets to make and cook her pancakes. Watching the busy streets of New York City was her favourite thing to do while she ate quietly, lost in the sound of some of her favourite songs. She always thought it was so weird that this is her life now. Norse Gods, genius billionaire playboys (well, recently married playboy) and big, expensive apartment courtesy of said genius. What did she do to deserve this? Growing up she thought she would be stuck in some small town - which she almost was working for Jane. Then Thor and pop tarts happened and things have never been the same. Sometimes she almost misses the simplicity of living with her mother and father, but Darcy Lewis knows she would never trade this experience for anything. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"It happened when she was washing the dishes. All she was doing was singing along to whatever started playing on her iPod, hips swinging in time with the beat when she felt hands on her hips and she didn't even have time to squeal before she was spun around, coming face to face with those striking emerald eyes. "Loki," Darcy's breath was but a whisper, all thoughts lost. She couldn't focus now that all she could see was striking cheekbones and black hair and pink thin lips and those span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"eyes /spanthat are quickly becoming blown with something- lust? Want? The thought brings forth a heat in Darcy. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""You," he growls, "have teased me quite enough. I cannot simply watch you any more. I need to touch you." His voice was like velvet on her skin and suddenly his mouth was on hers, all hesitation and rational thinking out of the window. Darcy's surprise was quickly turning into arousal and she could hardly suppress the moan when Loki's tongue was pushing its way into her mouth. He tastes like mint and something so span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Loki /spanthere isn't a word to describe it. She finds that she loves it and never wants their desperate, lust fuelled kisses to end. The bench is digging into her back and it hurts, but when Loki's hand slides up her t-shirt, eagerly feeling every surface of her body, Darcy doesn't care if he bends her over right here - she actually kind of hopes he will. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"With every sound that leaves her lips Loki becomes more eager, more determined to force another moan from her. Suddenly there's a cool breeze across her chest and she pulls away to look down, seeing her beloved oversized t-shirt is simply span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"gone,/span probablyspan style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /spanmagicked away to god knows where. Loki can obviously tell she is about to rant about how that was her favourite fucking shirt so he tries to distract her with his open-mouthed kisses on her breast and she doesn't give a fuck about the stupid t-shirt, she arches her back up, silently begging Loki to continue. Which he does, kissing and sucking and span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"biting/span, leaving Darcy a writhing mess, head thrown back and mouth parted in an 'o' shape. His hands haven't even touched where she desperately wants them but she knows that she is practically dripping for him. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""Please, please, Loki, please," Darcy manages to say, voice taking on a sultry tone. She tries to angle herself so she can rub up against him - searching for any kind of friction. Instead, he grabs her hips to still her, hands wandering everywhere but where he knows she needs them. It's driving her crazy, she's getting frustrated. /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""I want you, please, Loki," normally, Darcy Lewis doesn't beg. Except for when there is a Norse God that suddenly wants to torture her or fuck her. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""Where do you want me?" She can hear his amusement, which angers her further. Why should he get to have all the fun? /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""Here," Darcy says, voice confident as she slides his hand down her stomach, his fingers leaving a cool trail that makes her want to shiver, to the front of her panties. "I want you here." Loki's sharp intake of breath is all she needs as she arches up against his hand, both of them groaning. She's rewarded with Loki span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"ripping /spanher underwear away and then his thumb is rubbing slow circles against her nub and Darcy cannot focus or think, can hardly remember to breath. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""Lay down." Loki commands, voice leaving no room for arguing as he helps lifts her slightly onto the counter and then she's flat against it and Loki is between her legs, thighs on his shoulders. The sight makes Darcy feel a wave of something she hasn't quite felt before. Even through all of her life, no guy has ever given Lewis decent oral. It's always too much teeth or no idea what the fuck they're doing down there, but Loki changes that. After this, Darcy will never be able to sleep with a regular mortal man again. Loki's tongue is swirling around her clit, teasing, fingers slowly sliding inside of her and it's all so much, so quickly. Her orgasm is rising quickly and her skin is starting to break out in a light sweat. Every time she sees the Silver-tongued Prince she imagines twisting her fingers in his raven coloured locks and now she span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"can /spanand she thinks she won't be able to let go. If the death grip she has on his beautiful soft hair is hurting, he doesn't complain. He actually moans slightly when she twists her fingers and that sound could very well make her explode. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""Fuck, Loki!" His name is falling like a mantra from her plump lips and she can't help but roll her hips and it feels like span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"heaven. /spanThose long digits are pumping in and out, getting faster as he works her clit tirelessly and she thinks she might die from the stimulation. Those green eyes are on hers and as much as she want to, Darcy can't look away and the hunger in his eyes are bringing her closer to bliss. The tightening in her stomach is increasing and it's only when she hears a murmured span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"come for me, Darcy Lewis /spandoes she snap. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"Bright white is all she can see as Darcy's orgasm rips through her, back arching so far off the counter it almost hurts and her legs wraps around Loki's neck, keeping him completely still as he forces her to ride out her orgasm. There's wave upon wave of pleasure and all Darcy can say is span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"oh /spanand span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Loki /spanas well as completely incoherent sounds. Never before has Darcy Lewis, lame 29 year-old intern experienced such a heavenly experience. As she slumps back down onto the counter, hands falling out of the Norse God's hair and legs now numb, she wishes that she can relive that moment over and over. Hell, she plans to as soon as she's recovered from it. Loki's smirk against her inner thigh makes her roll her eyes, but she's too exhausted to care about the Trickster at the moment./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"However, she does know that she will have to pay him back for that. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"No, the God of Mischief and Lies was like an angst-driven, hormonal thirteen year old girl who just had her first period. Darcy herself isn't as bad as him, even in her worst moods, and she is legendary for the wrath of her moods. Thor has long since given up on his dear brother, instead choosing to leave him be until he was ready tospan style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" cooperate/span and span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"make friends/span. That, Darcy strongly believed with every fibre in her mortal body, was never going to happen. He mopes around on their shared floor of Stark tower - the floor she named span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Land of the Rejects - /spanor simply refuses to leave his bedroom. Sometimes Darcy has to take meals to his bedroom door, knocking until he answers just to make sure he's still alive and not wasting away in style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"br /span/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"Today, Darcy was quite fed up with the Prince. He hasn't left his room in almost two days and she refuses to bring him any more meals and fuss over him. span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Fuck him,/span she thinks. Yeah, why should she fret and stress over one super attractive, whiny, raven-haired Norse Prince? Who cares if he is so delicious she could spend all day on he knees worsh- nope. She refuses to finish that sentence. Just because he's attractive doesn't mean Darcy can let her mind run all over the place with ways that she would appreciate his body./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Shit, shit, shit, shit. /spanEnough. No more. Darcy Lewis refuses to fall into the abyss that is his emerald eyes and finely chiselled body. Instead, she puts her loose dark brown curls into a messy bun, forgoes pants and decides to make pancakes. Why? Because fuck you, pancakes. That should be reason enough. It's only 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning, everyone else in the tower is either still sleeping, working or on a mission. Darcy Lewis has given herself a small holiday after finishing her university course. This holiday consists of spending the money she's saved up while working for Jane and more recently Tony Stark, the genius himself and cooking pancakes in her underwear whenever she damn well feels like it. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"She decided to put in her headphones, not wanting to blast her favourite songs in case the Prince of Doom decides to come out of his cave to see what was happening. She happily let the sound of The National - her favourite band - fill her ears, going through the regular routine of making pancake batter. It took Darcy a total of ten minuets to make and cook her pancakes. Watching the busy streets of New York City was her favourite thing to do while she ate quietly, lost in the sound of some of her favourite songs. She always thought it was so weird that this is her life now. Norse Gods, genius billionaire playboys (well, recently married playboy) and big, expensive apartment courtesy of said genius. What did she do to deserve this? Growing up she thought she would be stuck in some small town - which she almost was working for Jane. Then Thor and pop tarts happened and things have never been the same. Sometimes she almost misses the simplicity of living with her mother and father, but Darcy Lewis knows she would never trade this experience for anything. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"It happened when she was washing the dishes. All she was doing was singing along to whatever started playing on her iPod, hips swinging in time with the beat when she felt hands on her hips and she didn't even have time to squeal before she was spun around, coming face to face with those striking emerald eyes. "Loki," Darcy's breath was but a whisper, all thoughts lost. She couldn't focus now that all she could see was striking cheekbones and black hair and pink thin lips and those span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"eyes /spanthat are quickly becoming blown with something- lust? Want? The thought brings forth a heat in Darcy. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""You," he growls, "have teased me quite enough. I cannot simply watch you any more. I need to touch you." His voice was like velvet on her skin and suddenly his mouth was on hers, all hesitation and rational thinking out of the window. Darcy's surprise was quickly turning into arousal and she could hardly suppress the moan when Loki's tongue was pushing its way into her mouth. He tastes like mint and something so span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Loki /spanthere isn't a word to describe it. She finds that she loves it and never wants their desperate, lust fuelled kisses to end. The bench is digging into her back and it hurts, but when Loki's hand slides up her t-shirt, eagerly feeling every surface of her body, Darcy doesn't care if he bends her over right here - she actually kind of hopes he will. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"With every sound that leaves her lips Loki becomes more eager, more determined to force another moan from her. Suddenly there's a cool breeze across her chest and she pulls away to look down, seeing her beloved oversized t-shirt is simply span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"gone,/span probablyspan style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /spanmagicked away to god knows where. Loki can obviously tell she is about to rant about how that was her favourite fucking shirt so he tries to distract her with his open-mouthed kisses on her breast and she doesn't give a fuck about the stupid t-shirt, she arches her back up, silently begging Loki to continue. Which he does, kissing and sucking and span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"biting/span, leaving Darcy a writhing mess, head thrown back and mouth parted in an 'o' shape. His hands haven't even touched where she desperately wants them but she knows that she is practically dripping for him. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""Please, please, Loki, please," Darcy manages to say, voice taking on a sultry tone. She tries to angle herself so she can rub up against him - searching for any kind of friction. Instead, he grabs her hips to still her, hands wandering everywhere but where he knows she needs them. It's driving her crazy, she's getting frustrated. /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""I want you, please, Loki," normally, Darcy Lewis doesn't beg. Except for when there is a Norse God that suddenly wants to torture her or fuck her. /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""Here," Darcy says, voice confident as she slides his hand down her stomach, his fingers leaving a cool trail that makes her want to shiver, to the front of her panties. "I want you here." Loki's sharp intake of breath is all she needs as she arches up against his hand, both of them groaning. She's rewarded with Loki span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"ripping /spanher underwear away and then his thumb is rubbing slow circles against her nub and Darcy cannot focus or think, can hardly remember to breath. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""Lay down." Loki commands, voice leaving no room for arguing as he helps lifts her slightly onto the counter and then she's flat against it and Loki is between her legs, thighs on his shoulders. The sight makes Darcy feel a wave of something she hasn't quite felt before. Even through all of her life, no guy has ever given Lewis decent oral. It's always too much teeth or no idea what the fuck they're doing down there, but Loki changes that. After this, Darcy will never be able to sleep with a regular mortal man again. Loki's tongue is swirling around her clit, teasing, fingers slowly sliding inside of her and it's all so much, so quickly. Her orgasm is rising quickly and her skin is starting to break out in a light sweat. Every time she sees the Silver-tongued Prince she imagines twisting her fingers in his raven coloured locks and now she span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"can /spanand she thinks she won't be able to let go. If the death grip she has on his beautiful soft hair is hurting, he doesn't complain. He actually moans slightly when she twists her fingers and that sound could very well make her explode. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;""Fuck, Loki!" His name is falling like a mantra from her plump lips and she can't help but roll her hips and it feels like span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"heaven. /spanThose long digits are pumping in and out, getting faster as he works her clit tirelessly and she thinks she might die from the stimulation. Those green eyes are on hers and as much as she want to, Darcy can't look away and the hunger in his eyes are bringing her closer to bliss. The tightening in her stomach is increasing and it's only when she hears a murmured span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"come for me, Darcy Lewis /spandoes she snap. /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #cacaca; background-color: #1e1e1e;"However, she does know that she will have to pay him back for that. /p