Part Four

She was getting used to the feeling - the pulling, the moving. She opened her eyes, seeing Loki's own, watching her.

They were in a plain sort of room; a small lamp on next to a bed with blankets and quilts. The walls were wood paneled, a single painting hanging above the bed, red-orange mountains against a blue sky. She turned to the window and parted the heavy curtains.

It was dark, true dark, the kind of dark you didn't see unless you were far enough away from a city or town that its lights didn't pollute the sky. She saw snow, too, and felt startled at the sight - it was October. Pine trees reached up, their tips touching the night sky, and she felt a slight hush at the expanse of it before her: she could pick out constellations she couldn't even see in New Mexico, and she turned to Loki.

"Where are we now?" she asked, practically feeling his mirth reaching out to her.

"A quiet hamlet, about an hour away from a place called Anchorage."

"How…do you know about all these places?"

She tried to imagine what she'd do with a power like this. She could go anywhere, anytime. She'd never have to rely on anyone else - she'd never be restrained to a schedule.

"I just do," he replied, moving toward her. Prowling. "I can't explain it. It's just knowledge that I have."

She felt a wave of excitement at the expression on his face, the stance of his body. He was very close to her now, she could see his chest rising and falling, see the hollow of his throat. She reached out to touch him.

"Kiss me now. Take me to bed. I'm yours."

Loki swallowed, pupils dilating. Black against green, he leaned forward.

Their lips met, hurriedly, and she felt his hands grab her ass, pushing her against him, grinding. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure - she could feel the heat surging through her. She groaned, a guttural sound against his lips; she felt him growing harder.

It was very quickly that their clothes came off, as if there was an unspoken agreement that there was a need to be satisfied as soon as possible. She heard fabric stretching, the zipper of her own slacks being undone. She felt air against her body as she was being stripped, her own hands working the buttons of his shirt, the tie of his pants.

When their clothes became a crumpled pile on the floor, they stared at each other. His eyes took her in, cheeks slightly flushed. This time, she let him, unabashedly. She felt a hand graze her back, felt herself shivering despite the heat she felt.

"You are perfection," he whispered in her ear, then lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing her there. She felt his tongue.

"Fuck," she muttered, clenching her thighs together. She closed her eyes, unable to think of anything else but his mouth, that central spot of heat on her neck.

"Gladly," he said against her skin.

They were on the bed then, a swift, agile movement on his part. She could feel the coarseness of the quilt, cool from disuse. She reached out, blindly, grabbing him, pulling him toward her, mouth finding his. She could feel his cock pressing against her belly, warm and hard.

She felt him draw away, sitting back. She saw mischief on his face, but couldn't decipher why.

"Spread your legs, Jane," he said, voice husky.

She felt herself blush, not understanding the command.

"Don't be shy. I want to see your pretty cunt."

Her heart began to thump at his filthy words - they sent a jolt of heat straight toward the area in question. She spread her legs then, slowly, baring herself before him. He licked his lips.

"Yes," he said, not quite a hiss. "Now…touch yourself."

She didn't think she could get any hotter.

"W-what? Why?"

"I want to see you pleasure yourself. I want to see the expression on your face as you work your cunt. I want to see your fingers reaching, as deep as you can take them."

At his words, her breath hitched, excitement dancing in her veins. She wanted to do it - she wanted him to see her doing it. Again. He was watching her, expectantly.

Timidly, she brushed her hands down her sides, across her belly. Her skin felt warm from her arousal. She went lower, reaching her mound, hesitating.

"Don't stop."

The sound of his voice pushed her forward, one hand spreading herself, fingers from the other landing on her clit. The tendrils of pleasure made her moan as she began to circle it, finding rhythm.

She continued for a few moments, the pleasure mounting. The fact that he was watching her amped the feeling exponentially.

Seeing movement in the corner of her eye, she looked at him. He was gripping himself, almost lazily pumping his cock. The sight was beyond erotic: she moaned again, two fingers dipping inside herself, the fullness exquisite.

"Come for me, Jane," he said, voice strangely pitched. She could see the restraint on his face, the desire for her evident.

His words unraveled something within her, something she wasn't quite aware she was holding. She sped her pace, fingers working, orgasm approaching. She cried out, her walls clenching, hips jerking, the waves seemingly coursing over her entire body. When it was over, she slumped against the bed, panting slightly.

She felt the bed shifting; opening her eyes, she saw him laying next to her, hand brushing against her arm, eyes expressive. She leaned forward, slightly awkwardly, to kiss him.

"Are you recovered?" he asked, once they broke the kiss.

"Yes."

His lips curled into a sort of smirk. He raised himself up, hovering over her.

"I want you," he said. As if in response, she parted her legs again. Silently, she reached between them, gripping his hardness, guiding it toward her center.

"I'm yours," she told him, not exactly knowing what she was saying. Her entire world right now was this bed, this moment. "Take me."

With a soft groan from each of them, she felt him enter her, fill her up. She shifted her hips, urging him deeper, wanting that harsh moment, that pinch that told her he could go no further. She felt his breath on her neck, her shoulder. She gripped her arms around him, tightly, unwilling to let go.

"God, Loki," she gasped.

"Yes?" he asked, an almost wicked quality to his voice. She could hear the struggle in it, the restraint.

"I need to feel you move."

His hips began to jerk so abruptly at her words that she cried out. She matched his pace, meeting him with every thrust, dimly aware that she had never been this in sync with anyone before. The feeling of him inside her, his hips meeting hers, caused her blood to sing.

Her hands gripped his raven hair, pulling his face toward hers. She bit his lips, felt his breath. The completeness was indescribable - she arched her back, wanting more, wanting something she couldn't name - and he gripped her tighter.

He was going hard, fast. She could feel the beginning flutters of another orgasm; it was quickly approaching yet needed more to bring her there. She reached a hand down to circle her clit, but his own hand stopped her.

"Not yet," he said. He slowed his pace drastically, almost coming to a standstill. With expertise, he gripped her, turning the two of them so he was on his back, and she was on top of him. "I want to see you come like this."

How did he know exactly what to say to amp up her arousal? She felt how deep he was, and sighed with contentment she didn't know she felt. She began to move, lifting her hips, taking control. Her hands were spread out on his chest, her breaths ragged.

"Jane," he said, his voice reverent. His hand reached, finding her clit. His fingers circled there, causing her to cry out. Her movements sped up, urging his fingers to do this same. She was taking him as deep as she could, the sharp pain mixing with pleasure creating such a heady concoction she couldn't stop herself from gripping his chest, assuredly leaving marks.

"I'm coming!" she all but yelled, unable to cope with the force of the sensation. She could hardly understand how someone could make her feel so much.

After it subsided, she groaned, leaning into his chest, allowing him to use his hands to guide her hips up and down. She could feel the jolts of sensitivity as his body slapped against her, and she stifled a moan.

She became aware of him moving her, faster and faster, yet not harshly. She raised her face to look at him, to see lust in his face. She was startled to find tenderness there too, mixed in with his desire.

She kissed him, moving her hips again, knowing he was close. She could feel his breath shuddering, feel slight moans on his lips.

"Ah," he gasped. "Close."

Jane ground her hips down, taking him roughly, a gasp escaping her lips. She wanted to feel him, she wanted to make him come. She worked him quickly, swiveling her hips, body aflame at the knowledge that she was making him lose control.

He met her pace, a sudden groan escaping him. Then he gripped her hips, tightly, and she knew he was coming. She could feel his cock pumping inside her, his lips clasped to hers, biting. She tasted blood.

Afterwards, he lay back, releasing her. She slipped off of him, rolling next to him, catching her breath. Her body was coming down off of its high; she wondered if he regretted coming here now that he had satiated his lust. She wondered if she regretted coming here, too.

"Jane," Loki said, softly. His head reached to grip hers, bringing it to his mouth. She felt the faintest of kisses on it.

She was taken aback at his tenderness, remembering the look on his face as she rode him. There was something still so uncanny about this version of him: so disparate from the man Thor, the news, SHIELD had painted. She searched his handsome face, looking for a monster there.

"Why me?" she asked him.

He hesitated, then said, "I could be asking you the same question."

"We…fit. In a way I didn't know was possible." Her voice was quiet, as if afraid someone would hear.

His arm reached for her, pulling her close. He kissed her head, his body warm and comforting.

"I would very much like to continue this, Jane. Nobody need ever know. I can take you anywhere you wish."

His declaration caused her to remember something. "I thought you said you were leaving Earth?"

"I had planned to," Loki replied, giving off the air of one that is choosing words very carefully. "And I still intend to."

"And? You can just…jump planets whenever you want?"

"It's not that simple, no. But…" She felt his fingers grazing her skin. Her eyes closed at the contact. "You are invited to come with me."

She drew away from him then, sitting up slightly. "You're asking me to…leave Earth? To go where?"

He blinked at her. "Another of the Nine Realms, of course."

Jane knew her face was full of apprehension. What he asked was crazy, and certain to raise alarm to everyone she knew.

"It wouldn't be a secret if I went with you, Loki. Everyone would know I was gone. Darcy, my mom. They'd flip." And unspoken: Thor.

"They'd know you're gone, yes. But not to where." A beat of silence, then, "Is this not your dream? To see the places you've always dreamed of - not only Asgard, but the others, too? I can take you there. We can make love under stars you've never seen, you can see worlds you can't even imagine. We can be free."

His words hit a spot she didn't know existed inside her. She stared at him, a crazy part of her wanting to say yes, that she'd go anywhere he led her.

He saw that he almost had her. "At the very least, say that you'll think about it. Think about this life you have, and what you seek. And then give me your answer."

"I'll - I'll think about it," she said. She laid back down, curling close to him again. She didn't want to ask the obvious question, to ask how long he'd wait before he grew tired of waiting. She didn't want to spoil the mood. She felt her heart fill up, stretch. She was exhausted after today, after her sleepless nights.

"Go to sleep, my dear Jane. I will be here when you wake."

His voice was soft; it convinced her. She remembered nothing else.

When Jane awoke the next morning, it was to intense disorientation - and not, she presumed, because she had traveled thousands of miles within mere seconds, but because she had slept through the night for the first time in months.

She knew before she even opened her eyes that she was in her own bed - she could feel its familiarity, the warmth somehow welcoming her back. She lay like that, for a time, simply enjoying the sensation of comfort.

The sound of breathing stilled her.

Opening her eyes, the black hair poking out from under her comforter brought it all back - I will be here when you wake - and her heart stuttered, she was sure of it. She turned, lightly, trying not to wake him. Pulling the comforter slightly down, she had clear access to his face.

Always, when viewing someone who is asleep, one gets such a different image of who they present themselves awake. Loki was no different - his face was relaxed in a way she didn't think possible, his mouth a mild curve, a ghost of a smile. She wondered if he was dreaming. She wondered if he was dreaming of her.

She couldn't help herself - she reached out to touch him, to brush his hair back from his face. His eyelashes fluttered, he inhaled sharply.

She drew back, watched him stretch. A soft nm sound came from his throat. She was truly startled at how very human he seemed.

"Jane," he said quietly, opening his eyes to look at her.

"Loki," she said back.

He propped himself up, covers slipping off, puddling around his waist. Jane swallowed, eyes flickering over the pale expanse of exposed skin.

"You stayed," she said then, a rather obvious thing to point out given the circumstances, but needed to fill the silence with something.

He smiled, almost sheepishly, reaching out to brush fingers across her cheek.

"I always keep my promises."

"Somehow, I don't believe that's entirely true," she replied, sitting up as well, slightly self-conscious as the air hit her naked breasts. His eyes dropped to the obvious place, expression darkening.

She knew that look quite well by now. She didn't cover herself back up.

"I need a shower," she said then. And, with a certain kind of nervousness, added, "You're welcome to join."

It was heady, the feeling of his eyes on her as she got out of bed, made her way to the bathroom. Her own brashness aroused her; made her feel like someone she had never felt like before. She didn't really have to question if he'd follow her or not.

After a few moments in the warm stream of water, she felt, rather than heard, Loki enter the shower. His fingers, cool against her back, trailed down, stopping halfway down. She turned, meeting his gaze, emboldened by his presence.

He was half hard already, and the sight of him sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body.

"Come here," she said. "Get warm."

He stepped toward her and wrapped his arms around her, water streaming down on both of them. His eyes were on hers, searching, the green so pronounced she suddenly felt that there was no other color more beautiful than that. She briefly wondered just what about this was so intoxicating, but his mouth on hers stilled her thoughts. She shuddered, gripping him, as his tongue parted her lips, slipped inside.

They parted, slightly breathless, and Jane smiled.

"Let's get clean."

He beat her to the body wash on the rack, put some in his hands.

"Allow me," he said, and began to wash her, his hands gliding over her body, the sensation sending shivers through her. She allowed him to do this for a moment, head tilting back in pleasure.

She wasn't expecting the fingers parting her slit, exactly, but her mouth opened when it happened, a slight groan escaping. She opened her eyes, watching him, not at all surprised to find his eyes trained on her as two fingers landed on her clit, his other hand gripping her ass.

"I'm going to make you come, Jane," he said, voice low, sending electric jolts through her, hitting her exactly where his fingers were stilled. "And then I am going to turn you around and bury myself in you. Would you like that?"

"Yes," she gasped, surprised at the ferocious effect his words had on her.

Expertly, without hesitation, his fingers began to move over the sensitive nub, and Jane could only stand there and feel. She parted her feet slightly, feeling the tendrils gripping and gripping, knowing she was reaching her destination soon. Loki's other hand left her backside, and slid a digit inside her. She moaned, the sound bouncing off the tile, hardly able to keep herself still, wanting more than anything to feel him inside her, hips thrusting her to completion.

"You're so close," he whispered in her ear. She felt him bite her earlobe, let it go.

How he knew that, she couldn't be sure, but he added another digit, stretching her more, the feeling in combination with the rhythm on her clit was enough to send her over the edge, the waves quickly approaching. She gripped him, fingers digging into his back.

He kissed her at exactly the moment she came, and she cried out into his mouth, unable to do much else. Her head was swimming in the acute pleasure, entirely forgetting for a moment that they were in the shower.

The satisfaction on his face was absolute, and he didn't wait long before gripping her, turning her toward the wall of the shower, and his hands guided hers up to rest against the tiles. They slipped under her fingers, and she could feel him leaning against her, his cock pressing against her ass, hard and warm. He kissed the side of her neck roughly, and she could feel him part her feet further with his own. She could hardly stand the apprehension; she was coming down from her orgasm but this position, the anticipation, turned her on anew.

"Are you trying to torture me?" she asked then, startled at how pleading she sounded.

"Of course not," he replied, but his tone of voice said the complete opposite - in irritation and impatience, she wiggled her hips, grinding against him, and felt victory as she heard his breath hitch, even over the sound of the stream of water.

"Fuck me, Loki."

She could feel him breathe into her skin, his lips somewhere close to her neck where he had kissed her.

A hand left her wrist, she felt his hips move slightly, felt his length against her entrance. She could feel how wet she was even from this position, felt how easily he entered her, how her body seemed to welcome him all the way in. She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, and his stray hand went back to her wrist, binding her in place.

"You feel so perfect," he whispered, and Jane was taken aback at how quiet this moment felt, how still the world seemed. She felt an expansion in her chest, a sort of bubble that seemed to form. It scared her, so she moved her hips slightly, forcing friction where they were joined.

That was all it took, and Loki began to move, fiercely pumping her, hands gripping her writs roughly. She cried out at the sheer force of it all - it wasn't that it hurt, exactly, but she could feel the passion he was exerting, as if his movements were attempting to speak actual words to her. It was sensual in that Jane had never felt anything like it before - she could only meet his thrusts, feel the now cooling water hitting them, feel him.

She could feel the coils again growing within her, gripping. She let out another moan, tried to move her wrist.

"No you don't," Loki said wickedly, his own hand reaching down, finding her clit, circling.

It was spectacular, the sudden release. She tried to grip the tiles with her hands, knew she couldn't. She cried out, resting her forehead against the wall, his body slamming into her back, the movements speeding up.

He came then, hands dropping to grip her hips, fingers digging while he let out several short moans into her ear. She could feel his release as his thrusts slowed to almost a standstill, could hear his shuddering breaths.

When it was over, he released her, sliding out of her. She turned around, taking in his flushed cheeks, bright eyes.

She said the first thing that came to mind.

"I think I'm late for work."

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