Embracing the Dark (3/3)
Author: starhawk2005
Fandom: Marvel's Avengers
Date: July 2012
Pairing: Loki/ Jane (Lokane)
Rating/ Warnings: BDSM-flavoured smut, so Adult (18+). And, just in case, I should probably mention that there's…snake!porn. Yeah. I'm definitely going to Hell…
Summary: After the Battle of Manhattan, Thor never returns from Asgard, and a threatening Loki starts appearing to Jane….and now he's here in person. My smutty take on the whole 'Maybe when this is over, I'll pay her a visit' thing from 'Thor'.
Beta: One thousand thank-yous to my lovely and talented beta, canyr12. Loki's still waiting for you humans to kneel and worship her!
Disclaimer: Don't own a single character. Because slavery is illegal.
Author's note: I haven't read a single Avengers comic yet (sad, I know), so this is all from the 'Thor' and 'Marvel's Avengers' movie canon (and is spoilery for both).
At some point, Darcy figures it out. Jane's not sure when it happened exactly; she had participated in that wild night with Loki six days ago, but it's only today that Darcy finally corners her during their lunch break.
"Alright, spill," she says, holding Jane's coffee cup up out of reach.
"About what?" Jane stalls, just on the off chance that this isn't going where she thinks it is. Erik turns to watch them from the lab's kitchen stove, his spatula poised in the middle of flipping pancakes.
Darcy rolls her eyes theatrically. "C'mon Jane, d'you think we're idiots? You've been practically glowing since last weekend. And you really think anyone is fooled by that scarf? It pretty much screams: 'Hey, I have a hickey!' You got laid, didn't you?"
Not a hickey. More like a set of teethmarks, Jane corrects to herself, unable to stop from reaching up and rubbing the spot. "My coffee. Give it up," Jane insists, holding out her hand.
"No, you give it up. Who's the guy?" Darcy continues, keeping the mug high out of reach.
"Good for you, Jane," Erik jumps in. He hesitates, his gaze shifting between Jane and Darcy. "You've seemed, well, kind of down since Thor left-"
"What's he like?" Darcy interrupts. She can be a real pit-bull about this sort of thing, Jane knows from unfortunate past experience. "Blond? Dark?"
Jane has to restrain a hysterical giggle. Dark? Oh yes. Darcy has no idea. Jane's hand unconsciously rubs the bite-mark again.
"I think it's best that I don't kiss and tell, Darcy," Jane says firmly. It seems safest, especially since Erik's here. This isn't a conversation she's comfortable having in front of him anyway – he's practically a father to her – but for her to be screwing the same person who once took over Erik's mind….yeah, awkward doesn't even begin to cover it.
"No way, you did NOT just say that," Darcy protests, setting Jane's coffee down hard enough to slosh some out onto the table. "I tell you everything about my love life-"
"Yeah, and sometimes I wish you didn't," Jane retorts, though she regrets it the moment she says it. Darcy doesn't deserve to pay for Jane's guilt over….whatever it is that she's doing with Loki.
Luckily, Darcy's skin is almost as thick as Loki's leather armour. "Um, Jane, I hate to break this to you, but that's what's considered 'girl talk'. And you- " Darcy points to Jane, "and I-" she points to herself. "Are girls. It's, like, a law or something."
Erik comes to the table with the pancakes, shaking his head and smiling at the two of them. "Have you been seeing this guy long, Jane?"
Jane can't think of any reason to avoid that particular question. "No. I mean, we just started seeing each other last weekend, in person, really-"
"I knew it!" Darcy proclaims triumphantly.
Erik elbows Darcy, but gently. "So, when do we get to meet this guy? Anyone who makes you glow-" he winks at Darcy "-is someone I'd like to meet."
Jane practically chokes to death on her coffee. When she's done coughing (with a few fake coughs thrown in to buy some time), Jane replies: "Well, it's kind of a long-distance thing. He was here over the weekend, but now he's gone." It's even partially true.
Erik sits back in his chair and takes a sip of coffee, looking wistful. "Ah, long-distance relationships are tough."
"Boy, tell me about it," Darcy cuts in. "Did I ever tell you about this guy I dated during my first year at university? He was going to school in Chicago, see…"
Relieved, Jane lets Darcy take over the conversation. It seems she managed to dodge the bullet. For now.
Jane tosses and turns in her narrow bed, finally throwing the covers aside and yanking her jeans on. She grabs her jacket, scarf, and car-keys from the kitchen table. Maybe a drive will clear her head.
She drives out into the desert, purposely avoiding the area where Thor first arrived. That's the last thing she wants to remember right now.
When she finds what feels like a 'good' spot, she stops the truck and gets out, staring upward at the lazy sprawl of stars above her. If you'd told her a year ago that alien life would've contacted them, that she would've met Thor, and that she would be….involved with a supposed god of mischief from a mythical place that actually exists in real life….No wonder everything about her own life feels so surreal lately.
It's all so confusing, so complicated. She's sneaking around, she's hiding information from the government, and worst of all, she's lying to her closest friends. And all for what? Are three orgasms and one night of mind-blowing, somewhat kinky sex (with the promise of more to come) worth this tap-dance she's doing?
"Why does everything have to be so complicated?" Jane asks the chill night air, shaking her head.
She isn't expecting an answer, but she gets one anyways.
"Why not?" breathes the now-familiar voice by her ear. "I thrive on 'complicated'." He chuckles.
Jane doesn't look back at him, even though he's standing close enough that she can feel his body heat. "Of course you would. God of Mischief and Lies, right? 'Complicated' must be your middle name." It comes out sounding a lot more bitter than she meant it, and Loki seems to go still as stone behind her.
A long moment passes, and then he walks around to stand in front of her. She stares resolutely at the patterns on the golden semi-circle ornament on his chest, refusing to meet his eyes. Whatever game he wants to play right now, she's not in the mood.
He reaches out and touches her hair, smoothing the strands between his fingers. "Already having regrets, my pet?" Jane listens for the expected note of mockery in his voice, but it isn't there. She risks a glance up at his face, and if she didn't know better, she'd think he was hanging on her answer. "Tell me what is troubling you now, that did not trouble you the last time we parted," he finally says, a note of command creeping back into his voice.
Jane shakes her head, turning a little away from Loki. There's probably a pit-trap in that question, waiting to catch her. Since when is he interested in being her confidante?
After a moment it all spills out of her anyways, though, because while Loki might be a master at lying, she's not even a yellow belt at it. "As I said, it's complicated," she repeats. "This could end very badly for me."
"I thought you trusted me not to bring harm to you," Loki says quietly. Jane shakes her head some more and stares up at the stars again, focusing on them as she explains: "It's not you I'm worried about. It's everyone else! SHIELD is probably not going to react well if they find out you're not only here on Earth, but that I'm…." here Jane pauses, searching for the right word, finally deciding on: "involved with you. I'm sure 'treason' wouldn't be too strong a word. And if they did find out, what would they do? At best, they would only take away my research again. At worst? Probably throw me into Guantanamo Bay." Tears blur her vision as she remembers the impotent frustration she felt, the first time they came and 'borrowed' her work, but she blinks them away.
"I don't know of that place, but I would guess that you do not want to be imprisoned. You need not be afraid; I would never allow them to do those things to you," Loki says even more softly, but Jane's not interested in that particular promise. Or lie. This is her life, and she doesn't need him or anyone else to 'save' it for her. She trusted Thor to do that once, and he did get her life's work back for her, but she doesn't want to be in that position ever again.
"And that's not even what bugs me the most!" Jane continues. "Lying to Darcy and Erik, that's what's keeping me up at night. Especially Erik, after what you did to him." She hadn't meant to say that, to take things that far, but it's out of her mouth now, it's hanging in the air between them.
Loki doesn't say anything, though, and almost without her willing it, the next logical step spills out: "And then I start thinking, why the hell are you here? Planning the next alien invasion of Earth? Trying to pump me for information about SHIELD? I doubt you escaped from Asgard just to come here and get some tail."
"I don't know what you mean. 'Tail'?" He asks, and he almost sounds plaintive to her, but she still won't let herself look at him. He's volatile, and she's probably already said more than enough to get him angry with her. Too late, she remembers that she's in the middle of the desert, at night, all alone with a god that she just told off.
Nobody even knows she's out here.
It's too late to stop now, though. "Have sex," she clarifies. She's about to continue venting, but then abruptly she changes her mind. She's said enough, paid out enough rope for Loki to hang her with, if he wants to. "Like I said," she concludes, "complicated."
He circles around slowly, until he's behind her, and Jane tries not to tense up. Look at the stars, she says to herself. In some ways, they are her oldest friends. If he's about to end her life, at least she can take comfort in knowing that she's dying in the company of the things she loves most.
But he doesn't lay a hand on her, and when he finally speaks, he sounds calm and perfectly reasonable. As if he expected this all along. "So, I take it you wish to end this, then? You do not want to continue our…arrangement."
"I never said that," Jane retorts, almost angry. But it's not Loki she's angry at, it's herself. Because despite all the danger, all the potential ways that she can pay dearly for what she's doing with him, the one thing she's most sure about, is that she does not want this to end. "I don't want to stop seeing you. I'm afraid of what the outcome might be if other people find out, yes, and I HATE lying to the people I love, but I don't want our 'arrangement'-" that label works for her, yes "-to end, no. I just wish it was easier."
The very desert itself seems to take a breath, to pause, as if it's listening to their conversation, and Jane can almost feel the wheels of Loki's mind turning, processing what she just said. "Why?" he asks at last. "If the cost is so great – or could be – why would you wish to continue?"
But she has no real answer for that. Not one that makes any sense. She's not in love; she doesn't know him well enough or long enough at all for that. To say she's doing it for the kinky sex isn't right, either. She's not stupid enough to risk her freedom and her life's work just for that. So, still looking up at the stars, she says only the truth, "I don't know. But I know if we stop now, I'll spend the rest of my life wondering where it would have gone."
Deafening silence follows, and when Jane turns around, she realizes she's alone again. Typical man, she thinks. Pour your heart out, and they take off. Apparently Asgardian and human males have that in common. Terrific.
Shivering, Jane wraps her jacket tightly around herself, wondering if Loki has just made the all-important decision for her. And if so, what it was.
Sleep comes a bit easier once Jane gets back to her miserable excuse for a 'home'. Things are no less complex, but at least she got to vent to someone about it. Even if he was probably the last person she should have vented to.
Her sleep is dreamless and calm. Which makes it even stranger when she suddenly jerks awake, not sure what woke her. Groggy, she gropes for the watch she keeps under her pillow, but it's not there. Frowning, she tries to reach down over the side of the bed, in case it fell on the floor….except that she can't. The mattress is suddenly a lot bigger than it used to be. And it's got a headboard and footboard. What the Hell?
Blinking, Jane sits up, finally realizing that this isn't her trailer. Yet another hotel room. Loki really doesn't approve of her 'temporary living situation', it appears. Then again, considering how tiny her bedroom alcove is, he's probably got the right idea. If this keeps up, maybe I should rent an apartment in Puente Antiguo, Jane thinks, scanning the room for Loki, but he's not there. Or rather, if he's there, he's not allowing her to see him.
Jane climbs out of the unfamiliar bed, adrenalin pushing away the last dregs of her sleepiness. She's not afraid, exactly, but she's not sure what's going on, either.
Out of nowhere warm hands suddenly descend on her shoulders, gripping her firmly and holding her in place. He's standing behind her, she can feel his heat again, breathe in the scent of leather that clings to him. He sweeps her hair away from her neck, leaning in and planting a series of the softest of love-bites along the length of her throat, and Jane shivers and closes her eyes, already fighting back a moan. It seems he wants their 'arrangement' to continue, too.
His next words confirm it. "Say that you belong to me," he says softly right into her ear, his breath tickling her skin.
She wants to, but it's somehow hard to say it out loud. It must be her inner militant feminist again. She manages it, though, because that's what she signed up for, right? "I belong to you," she says. Her voice shakes a little.
His hands slide off of her, and he backs away, leaving her cold. "Remove your clothing," he orders. Jane turns to look at him, and he's wearing his usual smirk.
Jane doesn't have much to take off, but she does it slowly, her face heating as she realizes how closely Loki is watching her, like he's assessing every curve she reveals. It's ridiculous, he's seen her naked, has at least a passing acquaintance with every inch of her, and yet the way he's looking at her, the desire in his eyes, almost makes her feel like this is their first time all over again.
When she's naked, he stalks slowly around her, sizing her up. Somehow, it's even harder to tolerate his scrutiny, because he's wearing every last stitch of that damned armor. Again.
He circles back to stand in front of her, grinning at her obvious discomfort. "Get on your knees," is his next command, but Jane doesn't cooperate. She's already tired of this, of being the one who's always naked and exposed, while Loki gets to hide behind his leather and metal.
"No," she shoots back. His expression of surprise is almost comical. Clearly, he doesn't expect her to defy him.
"Not until you take off all that armour. It's sexy as hell, but I want to see you," Jane explains quickly, though his darkening expression almost makes her go to her knees anyway. They haven't set any terms for what he will do if she disobeys, and she's not sure she wants to find out.
Loki finally gives her a smile, but it's hard-edged as a sword, more of a threat than anything else. "It will be a difficult task, to break that spirit of yours, but I'm going to enjoy trying," he rasps. Jane clenches her fists, wondering if she's about to find out exactly what Loki will do to ensure her obedience, but when he starts to unbuckle the metal shielding covering his right wrist, then tosses it unceremoniously on the floor, she relaxes.
It seems to take a long time, with all the bits and pieces and the various fastenings, but he finally sheds everything, God knows how many pounds of leather, metal and green cloth. Jane tries to look at him without gawking like she's never seen a man before. Naked, his shoulders aren't as broad as she thought – the armour definitely enhanced his form in that arena – but it's hardly a complaint. He's pale, well-muscled and lanky, and she can't help stealing glances at the black curls that start their trail at his belly, making a straight line down until they surround the obvious evidence of his desire.
"There, girl, you've seen. Now you will obey, or you'll feel the weight of my hand," he growls, but there's a mischievous light in his eyes, and Jane thinks he's secretly thrilled that she wanted him in all his naked glory. Literally.
Abruptly, Jane remembers his last order, but when she starts to kneel,
Loki stops her, his fingers tight around her wrist. "Hold, dearest, I've had a change of mind. Lay down on the bed, on your back."
Jane does, following his directions to raise her arms above her head, to spread her legs. "More," he growls, staring right between her thighs, and Jane struggles to obey, blushing all over again.
She's not all that surprised when green smoke curls around the foot of the bed, resolving itself into three moderately-sized snakes. Two slide across her calves and wrap themselves first around each ankle, then the bed-posts, before morphing into more conventional (if green) ropes. The third slithers across her thigh and then up along her right side, eventually making its way up her arm and to her wrists, performing the same action when it gets there that its brothers did. When her binding is complete, Loki's grin widens in a very predatory way, one that makes butterflies circle in Jane's belly. She wonders if he will ever make this totally comfortable for her, or if there will always be this dance on the knife's edge, this anxiety that one day he'll push things too far.
It's not enough to make her want to stop, however.
He kneels down on the bed between her legs, shifting to bend over her trapped ankle. Starting there, he covers the inside of her leg with tiny kisses, working his way slowly up. Soft bites are added to the mix as he crosses her knee and begins working up along her thigh, and Jane squirms. When he reaches the place where her thigh joins to the rest of her, predictably he stops, laughing softly, letting her feel the coolness of his breath caress her clit. "I so enjoy making you squirm. It's almost as much fun as making you scream."
When he skips over her aching center and starts all over on the opposite ankle, it's no great shocker, but it still frustrates her. "Tease," she accuses him through clenched teeth. He laughs again, biting down a little harder on her soft flesh, making her writhe and gasp. "But you so love being teased. And even if you don't, there is little you can do about it right now, my Jane. You are at my mercy." His grin widens. "Such as it is."
He continues his slow progress, and Jane tries to hold still, to not give him the satisfaction, but it's nearly impossible. When he pauses between her thighs again, he blows lightly on her slick flesh, and the coolness makes her moan.
He strokes her wet curls lightly and then parts her folds, tracing slowly along every ridge and crease, his bright green eyes glancing up frequently to drink in the expressions that wash over her face, as he teases every individual nerve ending. He always avoids the exact spot she so desperately wants him to touch, his white teeth flashing in a mocking smile when she tries fruitlessly to thrash and get his touch where she wants it. His long fingers continue to explore her, to play her like a musical instrument. He dips a finger inside her, shallowly, circling the inside of her entrance as leisurely as he can, and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from cursing when he eases back out of her.
Loki pulls away from her, getting up off the bed and looming over her. His excitement is obvious, though his facial expression is suddenly very controlled and focused. "Do you trust me, Jane?" he asks, and she wonders what he has planned, that he feels moved to check in with her.
"Yes," she says. Then, because more seems required of her, she adds, "Would I even be here, otherwise?"
"Possibly not," Loki says, but his attention seems focused elsewhere, and green haze spirals around the foot of the bed again. What is he doing now?
Jane starts a bit as she feels the dryness of snake scales sliding over her skin again, and when she glances down, the foot of the bed is covered in snakes. Small ones, large ones, all of them patterned boldly in green and gold and black, just like Loki's armour. They slide slowly up her legs, across her pelvis, over her breasts, and Jane gasps and tenses up reflexively, pulling hard on her bonds.
"Don't be afraid," Loki says softly, and somehow she can hear him over the endless sibilant hissing. "Close your eyes, Jane. Give me your trust." She does, trying not to think about the fact that she's almost totally covered in snakes now. Other than over her face and between her thighs, they're sliding along her sweat-slick arms and legs, over her belly, along her nipples. Her heart races, and almost against her will, she feels herself responding. It's like being caressed slowly and sensuously by hundreds of hands, and it's almost too much, her mind can't process all the sensations she's feeling.
"Open your eyes," Loki commands sharply, and Jane does so just in time to see the largest snake of all birthed from the thinning smoke at the foot of the bed. It slithers slowly up, its destination obvious, and Jane stammers "Wh- what are you doing?"
He grins lasciviously. "Making you feel things you've never felt before, I would wager." He looks down and Jane does too, watching the snake. It raises its head and pauses, tongue flicking, then makes contact. Jane moans over and over as the thick snake slides along her clit like a long, smooth tongue, the stroke seeming endless. Even once that interminable first pass is complete, it circles back for a return trip. And another.
She doesn't know how long he lets it go on for, only that for a long while all she can focus on is the cacophony of sensations rippling through her, on trying to remember to breathe. The times that she manages to open her eyes and look at him, he's leaning against the bed, stroking himself slowly, watching and listening, basking in the sights and sounds of her pleasure. Somehow, that brings her closer to orgasm than anything his serpents are doing to her.
He banishes them with a curt gesture, just before she goes over the edge. They disappear in a green flash. Jane's so wet, she's sure the bed is soaked through to the bottom of the mattress. The lightest of touches in just the right spot, and she'll go off like a rocket.
But the God of Mischief can hardly let that happen so easily, of course. When he lies down next to her on the bed, the teasing games continue. He kisses her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He smoothes his hands down her arms, strokes light fingers across her breasts and over her nipples, traces small, barely-ticklish circles around her navel. "One day, you are going to just kill me this way," Jane grits out, her back arching as much as it can. He kisses the bitemark on her neck, then laves it with his tongue. "You're stronger than you think, Jane," he purrs. "I'm sure you could withstand days of this torment." He shifts position, getting up and kneeling on the bed, straddling her hips. His erection presses insistently against her belly; she can almost feel it pulsing. "Fortunately for you, I cannot stand to wait that long."
He leans down and kisses her again with bruising force, then moves down, kissing his way down between her breasts, swirling his tongue around her belly button (it tickles and Jane jerks against the ropes), and then settles himself comfortably between her legs.
He parts her folds again, slips his tongue deeply inside her. Jane feels her legs starting to tremble, not sure how much more of this she can take. He licks his slow way up, eases her clit carefully out of its swollen hood, and then laps at it with long strokes. Jane makes a noise that would probably embarrass the Hell out of her in any other context, her whole body tensing. He stops, his green eyes laughing up at her. "But I do think a little more teasing is in order. If only because it amuses me so."
"Bastard," Jane spits out, without thinking. Loki's eyes darken and flash dangerously, going cold enough that Jane half expects him to get up and leave.
Or maybe do something worse.
He shakes his head slowly, his expression smoothing itself out. "I am most certainly not. But you know nothing of my parentage, and I prefer to save my wrath for those more deserving of it."
Jane thinks she's definitely stumbled onto something important, but that's as far as she gets with that thought, because Loki wraps his mouth around her clit again, and she can't get her brain to work any longer.
It's a new brand of torture he's subjecting her to, alternating between sucking on her clit, stroking it slowly with his tongue, or just pulling away completely and watching her face with rapt attention as his fingers move inside her, slowly coaxing her to the edge. When her orgasm comes, it's almost out of nowhere, her whole body submerged in a wave of pleasure so deep she feels like she's drowning in it. Of course, she screams, though she tells herself afterwards that she does it partially because she knows now how much he enjoys it.
Loki releases her bonds, but waits for her to recover this time. He plucks a box of condoms magically from the air, much to Jane's amusement, and then occupies himself reading the information on the back with great interest. After a few moments, he shakes his head slowly. "I can think of a few Asgardians whom Odin would do well to permanently sheathe like this, lest they burden Asgard with more and more dim-witted offspring." Jane has to wonder if he's referring to Thor, though Loki says no more about it. She's not even sure if he's being serious or not.
When Jane sits up, he makes quick work of applying a condom, and then he scoops her up. He seats himself on the edge of the bed, and Jane on his lap, facing him. "I would look into your face as I claim you for my own," he whispers into her ear. "Now, guide me." Jane takes him into her hand, stroking him. Some mischievous impulse of her own make her deliberately slide her hand lower, to caress his balls, and she puts on her own smirk as Loki groans, his gaze locked with hers.
He doesn't object or try to stop her, so she continues to caress his length, wishing he'd waited just a bit longer to put on the condom. Indeed, she's about to suggest just scrapping this one, because she wants to touch him, to feel him, but he grabs her hand and makes her stop. "Enough! I want to feel the heat inside you. I want to watch you come. Obey me. Now!"
Jane does as he says, sliding him into her, moaning herself as she stretches a little to accommodate him. It's an interesting position, one she hasn't tried before, and his rough thrusts cause her to feel pressures in new places. Face-to-face with him like this, there's nowhere for either of them to hide their pleasure from each other. Jane can see every bead of sweat on his forehead, every muscle that moves every time his jaw clenches. There are no words to describe how that makes her feel.
Jane thinks there's something like affection in Loki's eyes when he comes to a stop, a strangled gasp ripping itself out of his throat. He spends himself into her, and then slides himself out almost immediately, but he quickly replaces the loss with his hand. He massages her clit in hard, rough circles until Jane shudders and gives in, Loki's gaze intent on her face, watching every reaction, as he promised earlier.
He gets up a little shakily, turning and placing her down on the pillows. He stretches like a lazy cat, and then goes over to his discarded armour, starting to dress again.
She wants him to stay, but she won't beg. Instead, she tries to stall him with questions. "You never told me why you are so keen to maintain our 'arrangement'," Jane tries.
He grins over at her, like he knows exactly what she's doing, and pulls on his leather pants. He goes commando, Jane can't help noticing. Why am I not surprised? Her eyelids want to close, but she forces them open, determined to try to keep Loki here as long as she can manage.
Loki's wearing that predatory grin again. "I'm not yet willing to give up that which is mine." He winks at her, then turns his back, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull on his boots.
Struggling to think of something else to say, Jane can only come up with: "I'm sorry I called you a bastard. It's a pretty mild insult here, but I guess it's different in Asgard."
He goes still again, but only for a moment. "As I said, it matters not," he replies smoothly, carelessly, but it seems false. Or so it seems to Jane.
"Do you…want to talk about it?" she invites.
Still facing away from her, Loki shakes his head slowly. "You would not understand."
Jane sits up, reaching to touch his still-bare shoulder. "Then explain it to me."
Loki brushes her hand off. "No."
Damn it, Jane thinks. But Loki is already trying to change the subject.
"Would you believe me, Jane Foster, if I said that I had no current plans to take over the Earth?" He's not looking at her, his gaze fixed on his hands, turning a piece of golden metal armour slowly around and around.
Jane doesn't know what to say to that. He's the God of Lies, after all. And 'current' plans is pretty specific. Today, he might not, but tomorrow, or next week? It's so ironic that she trusts him completely with her body, but not with her planet, or her fellow humans.
Would she end things with him, even if she knew he still planned to take over the Earth? The answer to that question is the same as her answer to his question: "I'm not sure."
As soon as it's out of her mouth, it feels too harsh. He hasn't mistreated her, not since appearing to her in the flesh, and he hasn't threatened anyone or anything else that she knows of. Guilty until proven innocent? That's just not fair, and Jane realizes that she doesn't really know the circumstances that motivated his earlier attempt to enslave the human race.
Jane reaches out, trying to touch him again, but before she can, green smoke swirls thickly up from around the bed, whipping around her like a miniature tornado, blinding her.
When it clears, she's back in her trailer, lying on her bed. Alone once more, Jane pounds her fist into her pillow several times, angry with herself. Once again, she's left things awkward between them. Maybe this time, he won't come back.
Something brushes softly against her ear, like a caress. She gasps and turns in that direction, but no one is there. Still, his voice whispers in her ear, heavy with promise: "Until next time, my Jane."
That works for her.
