Part Two

That night, Jane tossed and turned, twisted in her sheets. She knew that Loki was gone the moment she couldn't see him anymore: she felt a sort of lightness, of absence, that she couldn't explain. In the back of her mind, she knew she should be slightly afraid that he'd come back, that he'd make her go to bed with him.

The other part of her brain, perhaps the irrational one, didn't think that was likely. If he wanted that, why didn't he do it the night before, when she was spread open (albeit unknowingly) before him? He came before her to give her a choice. Yes or no.

She'd made her choice, but still, she couldn't sleep. She couldn't shake the ethereal feeling he left her with; she felt restless, skin agitated, heart resting somewhere between her throat and clavicle. She couldn't help but wonder, What if I had said yes?

She tossed again, face toward the window, so far away from Puente Antiguo that there were no streetlights to leak into the room, and only rarely were there cars to listen to pass by. It was a stupid, stupid thing to consider saying yes to him. With it would only bring consequences, and secrets.

Consequences because sleeping with a war criminal, or whatever SHIELD classified him as, was a one way ticket to being shunned socially, removed from payroll, and tossed out to be on her own with her work. Darcy would probably quit, find some other, more sane, scientist to work for. She's not exactly qualified, but she has the experience now.

Secrets because between the actual act and the consequences to follow, she'd have to keep her mouth shut. She'd have to lie to everyone she knew, and lying was not a strong suit Jane could say she had in her cards.

She had briefly considered calling Agent Wilson, of explaining to him that she had seen Loki, that he hadn't harmed her, that he'd only asked to fuck.

Yeah. Right.

She thought of his hands, then, long fingers splayed against hers. She had yanked her own away, uncertain what his touch had meant. Now she imagined what exactly those hands would feel like on her, what expression his face would yield as she responded to him -

She turned, abruptly, again, squashing that thought in its tracks. She could feel her body responding to her thoughts. Dangerous thoughts, and for what reason? She didn't know him - she only knew what he'd done. She knew he was attractive, surely anybody could see that. But to sleep with him? Out of the question.

You're overthinking this, Jane, she thought to herself. You already know you have to keep it secret…what if there were no consequences? One night, release. You'll never have to see him again. Not only would it satisfy your craving, but after what Thor did to you, you deserve a little petty revenge.

She almost scoffed at herself. Petty revenge, indeed. But the thought had merit, and she made up her mind.

And with that, she fell into a fitful sleep, her dreams devoid of space and filled with numbers.

The next night, Jane returned home from work, a ball of nerves. She tossed her keys into the bowl, rubbing her stiff shoulders, mind set on what she was about to do.

She ate a hurried dinner - this time a TV dinner, its box covered in ice - and poured herself a shot of vodka. After showering, shaving her legs, applying lotion, blowdrying her hair and putting a hint of mascara on, she poured herself another shot.

Liquid courage.

How did one prepare to call a god? Was there some sort of ritual, dancing around a circle of candles, or something? She settled with lighting a single candle, placing it on the coffee table. Poetic Edda was still resting on it from the night before.

And, feeling rather stupid, she said as clearly as she could, "Loki."

For a moment, nothing happened. She thought that maybe she hadn't done it right, and opened her mouth to say his name again. She saw movement in the corner of her eye. She turned, and there he was.

He looked basically the same as the night before, except the leather was toned down a bit. He wore a forest green tunic, his skin almost creamy in contrast. Her stomach lurched at the sight of him; she hadn't expected to respond to him so strongly.

It was obvious that he knew why she had called him. He eyed her appreciatively; she felt her face heat at his knowing glace, but felt a small sense of pride that he found her pleasing.

"You called?" he said then, his voice smooth as always. Now that Jane had accepted what she was about to do, it was easy to get lost in the sound of it.

"I - I did. I…gave your offer some thought."

"Did you now?" Loki replied, obviously enjoying this. Hands behind his back, he came closer to her, stopping once he was close enough to touch, if he wanted. For the first time, Jane could catch his scent: to her, he smelled of pine, and maybe even a hint of snow. It made her heart race more, and she struggled to remember what she wanted to say.

"Yes. I - I accept your offer, but on two conditions. One, that we only do this once. And two, that you never tell Thor what we've done."

Loki's head tilted at her words, his hands coming from behind his back to reach for her. They rested on her shoulders, firmly, as if to say, you've called me here, and here I am.

"I accept your conditions, Jane."

She had expected it to be harder than this, and had rebuttals planned in advance. But now he was simply watching her, his thumbs lightly stroking her, hands in place. The smirk that fit his face so well was showing itself again.

"Oh. Well, then," she said dumbly.

She expected for him to drag her to bed, to rip her clothes off and have his way at this point. But he didn't. Instead, he reached to cup her chin.

"May I kiss you now?" he asked, his voice soft, causing her face to heat. Nobody had ever asked to kiss her before.

"Yes," she replied, almost breathlessly.

When his lips met hers, it was almost familiar. The kiss felt almost tender to her - instinctively, she closed her eyes, the sensation of the kiss reminiscent of her dream yet very real. She opened her mouth, felt his tongue, and shivered. Her body responded strongly to him; she felt the heat pooling, her heart racing.

They parted, slightly breathless, looking at each other, trying to anticipate the next move.

"If you wish to continue this, and I very much hope you do, I have a place in mind," Loki said then, and Jane knit her brows in confusion.

"What do you mean?" She had assumed they'd go to her bedroom; she wasn't anticipating a trip.

Loki chuckled. "It won't take long." He took her hands in his, squeezing slightly. "What do you say?"

"Sure?" she replied, uncertain of what was about to happen.

She felt a very strange feeling then, somewhere in her ears, almost like the pressure building sensation in an airplane. She closed her eyes.

"We're here."

Jane opened her eyes, the scent of this new place very different from her home. They were in what appeared to be a very well furnished apartment; or perhaps a hotel, judging by the sprinklers on the ceiling. A couch and television adored one end, a kitchenette on the other. A hall was in sight; presumably the bedroom and bathroom were that way.

"Where are we?" she asked, going to the window. Using a hand to part the curtain, she was looking down into a marina, in the heart of a large city.

"You call it Seattle," Loki replied. "I thought you'd appreciate the view."

Jane turned to look at him; he was to her side now, also looking out the window. She couldn't help but feel slightly touched by his gesture.

"Thank you. It's beautiful. Now…"

She reached out to touch him, grabbing his arm, unable to stop herself. He lowered his head, and their lips met again.

This time, it was not tender, and Jane gasped as Loki bit her lip, his tongue parting her lips, hands reaching to grip her scalp. It felt good, in ways she couldn't explain. She felt her body respond to this like she had been shocked. Her hips moved of their own accord, forcing her body against his; she could feel his hardness. She ground against him, letting out a low moan.

"Loki," she gasped, parting the kiss and forcing herself to take a deep breath. "Please."

His breath was coming out in short bursts and his forehead rested on hers for a moment.

"Please what?" he asked, that smirk back again. "Ask, and you shall receive."

"You know what I want," Jane replied defiantly, face coloring again.

"I don't. You'll have to be very specific."

"I want you," she said, after a slight hesitation. "Please…I want you now."

For a moment, she thought he was going to drag it on, continue to poke at her for a more specific response. He regarded her, his eyes dancing over her face, fingers stroking her back.

"It's a start," he said finally. "Let us go to bed."

She followed him to the hall, into the bedroom, thinking how very erotic that sounded. Let us go to bed. Already the difference between the two brothers was obvious. Thor was the type to race to the finish line, never taking his time; Loki was obviously drawing this out, relishing in the sensation of anticipation.

Once there, Loki held his arms out, and she went to him; they kissed awhile longer, until she felt his hands trail down to the bottom of her shirt, pausing there as if in question.

"Take it off," she said, reaching to help him. She stripped herself of her shirt, the cool air causing her bare skin to erupt in gooseflesh, and reached for her pants, but he stopped her.

"Not yet."

And then: she was on her back on the bed, before she knew what was happening. Loki loomed above her, hair no longer slicked back in austerity. His smirk was still there, his eyes piercing hers.

"You are in the habit of rushing things, and I am not," he said, his voice a delicious purr. "So you will lie there until I say you can get up."

Yet even more heat pooled at his command; she wished very much for relief but had a feeling that she would be rewarded for listening to him. She watched him watch her, his fingers caressing her shoulders, her arms. More gooseflesh erupted; she had to stop herself from shivering.

Finally, he decided to caress her breasts, fingers toying with her nipples, making circles. Jane had never felt pleasure from this before, but this time, she could barely stifle a moan. Her hips moved involuntarily, and Loki raised an eyebrow.

"So very eager," he said. "I can't wait to see what you do when I bury myself in you."

At his words, Jane squirmed some more, her body heating. Her skin felt like it was on fire; she needed to be touched, everywhere.

"Please," she let out.

Instead of words, Loki dipped his head, sending a trail of kisses from her lips down her neck, making a languid circle with his tongue in the hollow of her throat. Jane could only breathe; she couldn't trust herself to say anything else. The sensation of him, enveloping her, was almost too much: she was hyperaware of how much she wanted him, needed him, but knew that doing this was dangerous, wrong, even.

Animal instinct won out again. She moaned.

Loki's kisses continued; he reached her breasts, tongue darting out sporadically, and then he reached her nipples. He started with her left one, giving it the most attention anyone had ever given both her nipples combined, circling it with his tongue, ending with a sharp nip.

The incongruent feeling, pain against pleasure, caused her to jump. She didn't cry out. She let out a pant, a strange feeling of arousal shrouding her in the aftermath of the pain.

"Did you like that?" he asked, voice cutting through her thoughts. She opened her eyes (when had she closed them?) and saw him watching her, cheeks slightly flushed.

"Yes."

He said nothing more, but dipped his head again, to pay the same attention to her right nipple. She was expecting the nip this time, but it still surprised her slightly.

She moaned this time, writhing in her place on the bed. Loki seemed ridiculously far away, he wasn't resting on her but propped up by his knees. She wanted nothing more than to feel him pressed against her, she needed to feel him inside her. She didn't know how she'd survive if it didn't happen soon.

Loki's hands trailed down her sides, his mouth still on her, making a path down her belly. His hands reached the waistband of her shorts, tugging slightly, teasing.

"Please," Jane gasped, wiggling her hips, grinding into the bed. He chuckled again.

"Please what?"

By now, she would have said anything he wanted if it meant he'd fuck her. She knew the rational part of her brain had checked out the second he put his mouth on her.

"Take them off. Fuck me. Please."

At her words, he pulled down her shorts, panties with them. He threw them somewhere behind him, and leaned back slightly. She knew he was looking at her; she blushed anew at the thought, looking away. She knew how she looked to him: red faced, swollen mouth, wild eyes. Wanting him.

"Jane, look at me."

She looked, meeting his eyes. He leaned forward, grabbed her hand. He put it on his cock, its hardness straining against his trousers.

"This is what you do to me."

Something in his tone of voice, his words, made her burn even more. She parted her legs slightly, as best she could with his on each side of her.

"Then do something about it," she replied, her voice husky.

It didn't even cross her mind to think that him being fully clothed while she was completely naked was odd; he lowered his head again, shifting himself to be in between her parted legs, parting them more. She knew what was coming.

He began by kissing her belly, fingers gripping the inside of her thighs, thumbs rubbing small circles. Usually, in another life, another time, she'd have wiggled away, said it's not necessary, asked them if they'd like her to go down instead. But this time, she knew she'd be missing out if she did such a thing, and she also knew Loki wouldn't allow it.

The touch of his tongue to her clit sent jolts through her body, caused her head to fall back into the mattress as far as it could go. He started off slowly, making small paths along the bud, and then began the circular motion only she thought she knew so well.

She was already so wound up from thinking about him all day, from his touches tonight, that she barely lasted more than a minute. She felt that twinge, that sensation of winding, and the waves settled inside her so quickly she thought it was surely a fluke.

His tongue worked her, more frantically now, and she felt a finger slip inside her, she felt it crook in such a way that she could only moan.

Jane came so hard she saw stars, literally, behind her eyelids. She cried out, her hips working, not caring if Loki would have a hard time keeping up with it; she rode it to the very last wave.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes. Loki's finger slipped out, his head came up, he was watching her again. His lips were glistening, she felt fresh arousal at the sight of him.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked, the self-satisfied expression on his face making his question void.

Instead of an answer, Jane grabbed his face, kissing him. She tasted traces of herself on his tongue. This time, she took control of it - pushing her tongue through his lips, gripping his scalp, his hair. For the first time tonight, she felt, more than heard, a moan escape from him.

She broke the kiss, abruptly. They looked at each other for a moment; she could see his pupils, blown wide.

"I think you're a little overdressed," she said then.

He didn't say anything back. He sat upright, removing his shirt silently, and she took in the sight of his pale skin, reflecting against the moonlight. There was something strangely intoxicating in the sight - she reached a hand out to graze her fingertips across his chest, feeling a sense of relish at the gooseflesh springing to her touch.

He went to his pants, next, fiddling slightly with the tie at the waist. After it was untied, she put her hand on his.

"Let me."

She raised herself up, guiding him to where she was, lowering him back. The look on his face was hard to narrow down; it was almost one of uneasiness, but a hint of excitement, too. She got the feeling he didn't allow his bedmates to take control very much.

This time, it was Jane's turn to trail kisses down his chest, down his belly. She could feel his eyes burning into her skull, she knew he was watching her, yet instead of making her want to get it over with, as it would have in the past, it made her want to take it as slow as she could.

Her fingers stalled at the waistband of his trousers; she wasn't sure if she was asking permission or waiting for him to stop her.

"Go on," he said quietly, voice husky.

She slipped his pants down, his erection springing free. She threw them behind her, to join her own.

Slightly nervous, she lowered her head, placing a kiss on the inside of his hipbone. With a slightly shaky hand, she gripped his cock, the flesh feathery soft yet hard, all at once. She stroked him, for a moment, watching his eyes flutter closed. He opened his mouth, a small ah sound escaping his lips. She smiled in triumph.

Jane dipped her head, taking him in her mouth. Loki gripped the sheets, hips slightly jerking, but the feeling of his hand pushing her head down never came. She was all at once startled and relieved by this; and it gave her confidence to explore.

Using her tongue, she swirled around and around, using her other hand to work what couldn't fit in her mouth. She heard him cry out, for real this time, and her body responded to the sound.

"Jane, ah, let's not have this come to an untimely end," Loki gasped, and Jane stopped, releasing him and raising her head to look at him. It was almost like looking at a different man entirely; his expression was lazy, yet she could tell he was tightly wound from the pleasure he had just received. There was a sort of lightness to him now that he lacked before.

She climbed atop him, her breasts tickling his chest, the feeling hardening her nipples anew. She lowered her mouth, meeting his, the kiss hurried, feverish. Her hips rocked, his cock pinned against her stomach, the carnal feeling of his flesh against her skin heady.

And again, she was on her back, the action so quick she couldn't react.

"Shall we proceed, my dear Jane?" Loki asked, voice barely above a whisper. He looked wild, but his question was not rhetorical. He was, as he had been doing all evening, giving her a choice. She knew that he would immediately stop if she said no.

"Yes, Loki, please," she responded, legs parting, inviting. She wanted him there, she wanted him in there as far as he could go.

Her silent wishes were answered; after a brief kiss on the mouth, he poised himself. The room seemed to hold its breath, the hush so prominent Jane vaguely wondered if it had always been this quiet.

There were no words to describe the immediate sensation of entry; the delicious stretching and surge of warmth that seemed to roll over her body in waves. She curled her toes, and slightly jerked her hips, wanting him to start, to move.

"Jane," he whispered, drawing himself out almost all the way, and then in a tremendous action, filling her completely again with a hurried jerk of his own hips. She cried out at the motion; her clit tingled at the contact.

"Jane," he whispered again, repeating the action. She could barely move: he was so strong, he had her pinned in place. She moaned again, the sound echoing off the walls.

"Here we are," he said, a touch louder this time. "Filled to the brim; you do not disappoint."

"Loki," she gasped. "I'm close."

That everpresent smirk appeared again, somewhat dimmed by his own arousal. He arched his back slightly, licked his fingers, and lowered them down to her clit. It only took about ten seconds, and she was reeling, writhing, pumping her hips to meet his as she came again.

He slowed, somewhat, while she recovered from her orgasm. Her body felt limp, bone-tired. She had never had sex like this before.

Loki kissed her again, his hips moving languidly, the in and out motion soft and tender. His tongue brushed her lips, parted them; she met his with fervor, instinct.

And without warning, he began to move, faster, his intent obvious. His skin was flushed, hot to the touch, and her overstimulated clit was in direct contact with him as he slammed in and out of her, rougher than she would have normally liked, but right now, it felt like the only way she could take it.

Amazingly, at least in her hazy mind, she came again; a baby of an orgasm, but still, delicious and inebriating all the same. She felt Loki jerk slightly, his breaths in rapid pants; he let out a moan, an unintelligible word.

He came then, small moans mingled in with his pants. He rode it, gripping her, burying himself deep; then he stilled, laying his head against her.

For a time, they just lay there together, coming down off their natural high. Jane could feel her heart receding its pace, could feel Loki's breaths against her chest slow. She briefly wondered what it would be like to do this all the time, and, even stranger, wondered if she had picked the wrong brother to begin with.

Stop, she told herself. It was just sex. Nothing more.

Jane suddenly felt incredibly drowsy. It was dark, she was comfortable. Loki's head was still resting on her, his hand curled around hers.

She felt her eyes drifting shut, unable to stop it.

Somewhere, in the depths of her sleepy mind, she thought she heard him say, "Thank you."

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