p dir="ltr" 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;"After her mind blowing orgasm, courtesy of the Silver-tongued Prince, Darcy lets herself relax on the counter, utterly exhausted. Honestly, she could fall asleep here. She has fallen asleep in worse places before (ask Jane). It takes Darcy a couple moments to realise that Loki is fixing her up - somehow she has underwear on again - while his hands run along her body, making her like jelly against the counter. She can't help but think back to when they first move into their shared floor together./p
p dir="ltr" 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;"Loki hated her guts. He refused to talk to her, look at her, breath the same air as her. Darcy, stubborn and loud-mouthed, voiced her dislike of him very loudly so he knew that the feeling was mutual. That led to her ignoring him, which lead to being bent over on a kitchen counter, naked and exposed, extremely happy. As much as she hated the raven-haired Prince, she could see past his hateful interior and tell he was hiding something. That's why it was no surprise when the golden, beautiful Thor sat her down and told Darcy about Thanos and all of Loki's horrific back-story. Sarcastic and stubborn, Darcy knew if she was in the same predicament as her favourite God, she would have gone crazy too, maybe that is why she finds it so hard to hate him these days. That was a year ago, now she feels like they've just started on a new adventure that could end very, very well for both of them. Jane's right though, Asgardians are very talented in the bedroom. If she was impressed by what just happened, Darcy is sure she's in for something amazing and she looks forward to it./p
p dir="ltr" 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;"Of course, Darcy is now stuck. How does one continue from that? Does Loki want to have sex? It sounded like he did with his I cannot watch you any more and I need to touch you. Does she ask? Jump on him? When she feels his hands slide underneath her loose t-shirt, she straightens herself up, stretching as best as she can because kitchen counters are so not comfortable. Loki is watching her every move, eyes blown wide with what she can only assume is lust, hair fallen around his face and a faint flush on his skin. It's at this moment Darcy remembers she is naked. Utterly naked./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;"Now, Darcy has had many guys lust over her. Big boobs and a killer sense of humour really appeals to those jerk-off's that do nothing but use her for shitty sex. When she looks at Loki she can see a man who may use her, but at least the sex won't be shitty. "Well," she starts, raising her eyebrows at the God in front of her. "What happens now?"/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;"Loki's laugh is her favourite sound right now. He laughs at her, genuinely laughs at her and the sound makes her inside melt. "Now, I can either drag you to the couch or to my bed. Your preference." Is his response, a smirk on his lips./p
p dir="ltr" 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;"Heat rushes through Darcy and she turns, rushing down the hallway to the room that has always been out-of-bounds for the intern. Darcy was full of nerves, she had always thought Loki lived in the a villainous cave, but now she was going to find out. She honestly never thought her day would involve sex with a Norse God that she had only ever heard of in mythology. Holy shit was she excited for this./p
p dir="ltr" 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;"Loki hated her guts. He refused to talk to her, look at her, breath the same air as her. Darcy, stubborn and loud-mouthed, voiced her dislike of him very loudly so he knew that the feeling was mutual. That led to her ignoring him, which lead to being bent over on a kitchen counter, naked and exposed, extremely happy. As much as she hated the raven-haired Prince, she could see past his hateful interior and tell he was hiding something. That's why it was no surprise when the golden, beautiful Thor sat her down and told Darcy about Thanos and all of Loki's horrific back-story. Sarcastic and stubborn, Darcy knew if she was in the same predicament as her favourite God, she would have gone crazy too, maybe that is why she finds it so hard to hate him these days. That was a year ago, now she feels like they've just started on a new adventure that could end very, very well for both of them. Jane's right though, Asgardians are very talented in the bedroom. If she was impressed by what just happened, Darcy is sure she's in for something amazing and she looks forward to it./p
p dir="ltr" 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;"Of course, Darcy is now stuck. How does one continue from that? Does Loki want to have sex? It sounded like he did with his I cannot watch you any more and I need to touch you. Does she ask? Jump on him? When she feels his hands slide underneath her loose t-shirt, she straightens herself up, stretching as best as she can because kitchen counters are so not comfortable. Loki is watching her every move, eyes blown wide with what she can only assume is lust, hair fallen around his face and a faint flush on his skin. It's at this moment Darcy remembers she is naked. Utterly naked./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;"Now, Darcy has had many guys lust over her. Big boobs and a killer sense of humour really appeals to those jerk-off's that do nothing but use her for shitty sex. When she looks at Loki she can see a man who may use her, but at least the sex won't be shitty. "Well," she starts, raising her eyebrows at the God in front of her. "What happens now?"/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;"Loki's laugh is her favourite sound right now. He laughs at her, genuinely laughs at her and the sound makes her inside melt. "Now, I can either drag you to the couch or to my bed. Your preference." Is his response, a smirk on his lips./p
p dir="ltr" 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;"Heat rushes through Darcy and she turns, rushing down the hallway to the room that has always been out-of-bounds for the intern. Darcy was full of nerves, she had always thought Loki lived in the a villainous cave, but now she was going to find out. She honestly never thought her day would involve sex with a Norse God that she had only ever heard of in mythology. Holy shit was she excited for this./p