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Name.
An Avengers Fanfic.
Written by Pandora's Lie.
The night had begun nice enough. Damien had taken her out for dinner at a reasonably new, and if the lack of prices on the menu said anything, more than reasonably priced Italian restaurant by the water. Followed by a walk through a part of central park that she knew for a fact hadn't been there before, culminating in what was turning out to be one of the most entertaining bouts of after date sex she has ever had.
And by entertaining she meant hot.
"Adelaide," she loved the way her name sounded when he said it like that, voice more of a growl than anything else, especially when he said it against her neck, nipping and sucking at the exposed skin as if he there was nothing else in the world he'd rather be doing. Her wrists where pinned against the wall above her head by one large hand while the other made its way up her shirt, trailing across her stomach and ghosting over her breast. She gasped when his fingers found that one spot on her side, almost arching into the touch. Her lips found his again.
"I want to hear you scream my name. I want to be the only thought in your mind before you can no longer think of anything else." The thigh wedging its way between her legs seemed to punctuate this point. "I want you know that you are mine."
If asked later, she would deny the inhuman whine that tore itself from her throat at those words. "Damien."
He ground his leg up in a way that would be considered harsh if it weren't for the fact that it felt so damn good.
"Wrong. I said my name." She cracked an eye (when had she closed them?) open and locked with dark, lust filled green. His hand traveled downwards again, as if sliding home. "Say it."
"Loki."