A/N: I apologize it took so long to finally get a second chapter up but I wasn't sure what to write or if I would write it at all. I know some of you wanted me to up the rating to M but I just don't have the experience and would probably just ruin the story. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Drop me a comment or don't. Its all good. Happy reading!
Oh, god! Darcy's mind cries. Loki's lips are kissing and sucking their way across her cheek, nose, and chin; skirting the area she wants him the most. Her hands crawl up his neck into his hair and pull his lips crashing into her. He taste like chocolate, obviously, and Darcy can't get enough. Her tongue pushes into his mouth, colliding with his, and she moans as they battle for dominance. Loki hikes her up and she wraps her legs around his waist. A large bump meets her sensitive area and she instinctively starts grinding against him. Loki's hands slide up underneath her tank top, his surprisingly cold hands making Darcy sigh. She arches against him, breaking their lips apart, and he can feel her well endowed breasts rub against his chest. He can't take this torture anymore.
"Which room is yours, love?" he asks before capturing her neck and biting down slightly. She pulls his head back and attacks his mouth again. She shakes her head slightly.
"Couch, now." She's more impatient than he is.
He moves through the kitchen and into the living room. She pulls off his scarf, letting it flutter to the floor, as he kicks off his shoes. An empty bowl from last night's midnight snacking makes Loki stumble and the couple collapses onto the couch. Darcy laughs, pulling a magazine out from under her. Loki smirks. He enjoys this woman and imagines he will enjoy her even more in the very, very near future. She begins unbuttoning his shirt, taking her sweet time playing with the new skin that is revealed after every button. He growls at her, grinding down into her open legs. She moans, arching up into him. His hand slips up her shirt, sending shivers up her spine as his fingers ghost across her stomach and higher. His hands freeze when he realizes she isn't wearing a bra.
"Surprise." She whispers into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. She finally pushes his shirt off his shoulders and runs her hands across his toned chest and back.
"Holy shit." She breathes. He is way more fit than she first thought. He's not buff like Thor but huge muscles never turned her on anyway. Naturally strong, that's how she would describe it.
"Like what you see, love?" he leans down, pushing their bodies together, and trails kisses down her neck. Her breathing become ragged, arching her lower half towards him, trying to gain some friction down there.
"I'd like to see more." She snips back.
"Ah, shirt for a shirt first." His fingers play at the hem of her tank, rubbing against her skin in the process.
"Just take the damn thing off already." She lifts herself up and pushes him onto his back, hands on his chest. The garment of clothing is half way up when Darcy hears voices outside the front door. Thor's unmistakable laughter makes them both freeze.
"Shit, shit, shit." Darcy squeaks climbing off her smirking guest. "Quick, get dressed." She whispers, throwing Loki his shirt. He slips it back on, toeing on his shoes, and throwing his jacket over his shoulder.
He leans down, "We will finish this later." He practically hisses into her ear before stepping a safe distance away as Thor and Jane walk through the door. Their smiles fall as soon as they see the pair standing just outside of the living room.
"Loki?" Thor stares at his brother with a confused, sorrowful look on his face.
"Yes, hello. I didn-" he is cut off by Thor pulling him into a bear hug.
"Oh, how good it is to see you again, brother. I have missed you." He sets him back on his feet and turns to Jane, "This is Jane, my girlfriend and love of my life."
"Hi." Jane gives a shy, little wave.
"I hope you have not been waiting long here for us to return."
"Oh, no. Not too long. Darcy has been...entertaining me well enough." Loki gives her a quick side glance and smirk. She tries extremely hard to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Yeah, I can only imagine." Jane remarks picking up Loki's discarded scarf off the floor and squinting at Darcy.
"Hey, cookies anyone?" Darcy scurries off to the kitchen so she doesn't have to sit under Jane's scrutinizing glare.
"Me!" Thor shouts enthusiastically and follows her. "So tell me, brother, why are you here?" he asks before jamming an entire cookie in his mouth.
"I need a favor."
"What, borrow a condom?" Jane mutters under her breath but Darcy hears and spits the water she was drinking out all over the counter.
"Sorry." she mutters, grabbing a fistful of paper towels to clean up the mess. "Bad water." shaking her head and cursing under her breathe.
Loki watches Darcy fumbling around embarrassed and he smiles; a genuine, soft smile. As much as he would like to explore every inch of her glorious body, he would very much like to explore her mind too. Talk to her, get to know her, bake goddamn cookies with her. He can't remember ever wanting that with anyone.
"So that favor?" Thor prods him, stuffing another cookie in his mouth.
"Hey! Save some for me!" Darcy complains, snatching a few off the tray. She sneaks a glance over at Loki as she deviously bites into one and smirks.
Loki looks at his brother, "I was hoping I could stay with you a few days, until I find my own place. Seems I'm moving to Malibu."