A/N: As always, as an author i appreciate feedback and reviews, and i thank the most recent reviewer, but i must address a few things. First of all, I have finished this story, and as it is my idea and mine alone, i have written the characters as i understand them. Second, i never have, and never will, simply try to create as many chapters as possible. Chapters happen with natural breaks in the story telling. That's how it always is. thanks again.
Natasha had just slipped out of her suit, remaining only in a black silk bra and matching black thong, when her doorbell rang. No one knew where she lived, except members of the Avengers, so it must be important.
She grabbed a red silk robe and threw it on hastily, rushing to the door, and as she opened it she gasped.
"Steve! What on earth? Is everything ok?"
He looked strange, but seemed alright.
He gave her a stunning smile,
"Yes of course. I just had to tell you something, in this world, where anything can happen, one moment I'm a nobody, and the next I'm a national hero, and here you are, and I can't even tell you how much you mean to me, since we've only had one date…if that was even a date." He broke off, suddenly looking unsure, and he looked down at the ground, a blush coming to his cheeks, as she realized how little she was wearing.
"Um…let me just go put some clothes on, so we can talk."
She turned to go, but he reached out to stop her with his hand on her arm. If anyone else had tried that, she would have smacked them so hard….but she just looked at him.
His hand was warm on her arm, and as he stepped closer she suddenly noticed how bright his turquoise eyes looked.
"I just wanted to tell you this…" she leaned in to meet him in the kiss, her lips feeling a fire as they moved with his, and when his tongue teased her bottom lip, begging entrance, she moaned and threw her arms around his neck, letting her robe fall open.
His hands moved from her arm to run down her sides, resting on her hips, and she felt an unconscious pull to be closer to him.
"Bedroom, shut the door…" she muttered, and he kicked it shut behind him, and they began to walk together back to her room.
After he shut that door as well, they parted long enough for her to remove her robe, and he slipped off his shirt. His eyes widened momentarily at the sight of her in merely lingerie, but he cleared his throat, and stepped towards her again.
The feel of her porcelain skin under his hands was causing his breath to speed up, and when she reached behind her back to undo her bra, he almost lost all ability to think.
Natasha looked up at him from under hooded eyes, and felt a smug grin take her face. She knew her breasts were some of her greatest weapons. She took one of his hands and guided to her left breast, loving how he seemed to be unsure what to do.
She loved him for being a virgin, it was going to make this night extremely fun.
Loki did all the virgin-esc things he knew she would be keeping an eye out for. When she finally got his pants off, and her hand wrapped around him, he didn't have to fake anything anymore, it had been too long, since before Thor was banished to earth. He didn't even remember the serving wench's name, but she hadn't been nearly as skilled as Natasha seemed to be.
When they finally were curling up together beneath the sheets, he turned her to be in front of him, so he spooned her, and for a moment he was speechless. Her red hair stuck to her neck a bit, as she was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration from their coupling, but she seemed content. He kissed her neck, and whispered goodnight.
The next morning, Natasha rolled over to Steve's side of the bed, only to find it empty. She cracked open her eyes, wincing at the sunlight that was flooding through her window, disappointed to find a small piece of paper on his pillow.
My dearest Natasha,
I'm sorry to have to leave, but I figured you might want to be alone. I look forward to seeing you at our next meeting.
-Steven.
She found herself smiling; he was sweet, in a way, and completely correct. She wasn't actually the type to snuggle the morning after. He was surprisingly smart for a 70 year old virgin who had just had his first one night stand. Once she noticed the late hour, hardly still morning, she jumped out of bed, and headed for the kitchen.
A/N: GASP. It wasn't the Captain we all know and love? Yes. I gave myself a bit of a pat on the back for the genius of this idea. Typical Loki-trickster stuff. The reference to the serving wench is a shoutout to an amazing fanficlet I recently read. It's with "YOU" as the main character. OC/Loki pairing. Called 'At a Kng's Demand' Look it up, if you're a Loki fan, you won't be disappointed.