AN: set after the epilogue in Natural Selection where many, many years have passed since her arrival on another planet, and Jane has powers.
Chapter 4
With the natives finally asleep, Jane settled alone amongst the cushions Loki had brought for her cave on the desert planet. Her living conditions had appalled him, which amused her and only annoyed him.
She chuckled just thinking of how his green eyes had flashed when she gave him a hard time earlier in the day, how his jaw had ticked, how he had stalked toward her, lavished her with tantalizing kisses and touches, got her worked up to a frenzy and then vanished before she could take it a step further. The laugh turned to a soft groan as the perpetual heat in her lower belly deepened. He knew exactly how to get to her. And, this time, she knew how to get to him.
Jane turned the Tesseract over in her hands and closed her eyes, slipping into the trance required to enter his dreams for once.
Loki walked in the gardens of Asgard, sunlight bathing him in a soft glow that made her pause and stare. Tall, regal, skin like moonlit snow contrasting sharply with his dark features, he was simply stunning. The natural beauty of the technicolor flowers and plants paled in comparison.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" he asked, soft, mellifluous voice floating around her like a caress.
Naked—because she had grown used to no clothing during her time on the desert planet—she stepped around a perfectly trimmed tree with a scowl. "You're not surprised I'm here."
"I've been expecting you to learn this trick for awhile now. What took you so long?" Though he turned his face away from hers, she caught his smile.
Walking toward him, she said, "My teacher is inept."
"Oh?"
"It's appalling, really. All he wants to do is"—she lifted his hand from a large leaf he'd been pretending to inspect and placed it on her bare breast—"touch me here. And here." She took his other hand and touched his fingers to her lips.
His eyes darkened and his thumb rubbed her already-hard nipple, but he kept his face passive. "You should fire him then."
"Only one problem with that." She slipped one of his fingers fully in her mouth and sucked on it while pulling back. "I rather like it."
He watched her with an intensity that made the heat in her turn scolding. "Jane." His voice came out strained and yet commanding.
Smiling, she stepped back and let his hands fall from her feverish skin. He followed her, not allowing an inch to further separate them.
"Where are you going?" he asked, brows pulled together in confusion.
"Find me and see for yourself."
She used the Tesseract's magic to construct a dream-world version of her old lab back on Earth. It was a welcome sight, familiar and comfortable, even if it no longer existed in reality.
As soon as he landed, his back to her, she bound him with invisible restraints and ran her hands over his shoulders, lean with hard muscles rippling with the effort to move.
He turned his head to look back at her. "Now this is a surprise," he said of her binding his limbs. She'd been saving this trick for just this moment.
Ignoring him, she slid his long overcoat off and tossed it onto her couch. She walked around him, tracing a hand across his slender waist to the front of his leather breeches. Untucking his tunic, she slipped her fingers under the soft cloth to feel the firmness of his abs, moving with his breath.
Her heart pounded faster just touching him, just thinking about what she was going to do to him.
Making his tunic vanish with a thought, she kissed his collarbone exactly where he liked it. The resulting moan escaping his lips had her tingling all over. She traced the midline of his torso down to the fastening of his breeches with her mouth, stopping to suck his nipples and lick the curves of the muscles lining his abdomen.
"I want to touch you, love," he said, nearing a plea.
Still, she ignored him.
Unfastening the button, Jane inched his trousers down just enough to expose the head of his erection, purple and glistening with precum. The tingling in her body coalesced deep into her core, forming an ache that had her clenching her thighs together.
She licked him, enjoying the sweet taste of his juices.
He grunted and strained against her magic to move. "Jane." This time his voice was a plea.
Tugging his breeches all the way off his narrow hips, she caught his bulging cock as it sprung free and looked up at him with a devious smile that rivaled one of his own.
Eyes glued to hers, he groaned and his dick twitched in her hands. She rubbed it and placed a kiss against the tip of his head, then shifted to graze her lips along his shaft, moving slowly, methodically. Once she reached the base, she skimmed her fingers over his balls and nibbled at his inner thighs.
"You're killing me, Jane."
"Quiet, or I'll bind your mouth shut." She loved it, though, and he knew it.
Working her way back, she flattened her tongue against him, licking him languorously. She followed the wet stroke with a firmer one using her hands, reached his tip, looked up at him to find his pale cheeks pink with warmth and beads of sweat on his brow, and took him completely into her mouth.
His exhale was a full-body shudder that made her moan with delight.
Having this power over him was a bigger turn on than she had anticipated. She clenched her thighs together again, moving her hips to stimulate her clit, and enjoyed every sound coming from Loki, every deep breath, and tremble.
His erection hardened in her mouth, his balls tightening. She gently glided her teeth along his shaft, giving him just a touch of pain before following with a soothing caress of her tongue.
The guttural, incredibly sexy sound that came from Loki's throat made her smile against him.
"You vixen."
She flicked the sensitive spot under the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue.
"Cruel woman."
Taking him in her mouth again, she sucked, licked, stroked until it was practically only her magic holding him up. He was fighting himself.
She pulled back. "Why are you resisting?"
"I'm not orgasming before you."
"You will."
"I will n—"
Magic cut off the word and any thereafter. "Now, you will do as I say or I will have to teach you a lesson."
He lowered his brows at her, as if daring her to follow through with the threat.
An invisible force swatted him on the bottom, just hard enough for him to know she meant what she'd said.
His eyes widened, but his erection twitched and a large bead of precum seeped out.
Exhilarated, she swatted him again with magic and slipped her lips around his dick, sucking him harder, faster, while lightly tugging his balls down. In moments, his warm cum filled her mouth, and she stood with a satisfied smirk.
Letting go of the magic binding his limbs, she said, "Good boy."
His eyes darkened. "You are going to pay for that, my dear."
The room spun, colors and shapes blending together until she nearly swayed from the effect. In a flash, her surroundings solidified into his bed chambers on Asgard.
Sunlight and wind streamed in through the open windows, fluttering the drapes and pebbling her skin with goosebumps. Staying true to her oath, she hadn't left the desert planet, but she was as familiar with his dream-world room as she was with her real-life cave.
"Loki?" She turned in the massive space and found herself alone. Pursing her swollen lips, she said, "I guess I'll just leave then."
When he appeared next to her, she smiled in victory, but he snatched her up and tossed her on the cloud-like bed. Her breath caught in her throat from the suddenness of his playful attack.
"I am true to my word, love." He climbed over her, binding her wrists and ankles with golden snakes that writhed sensuously against her skin. "You will pay for your transgressions."
"I certainly hope so."
She snickered when he grumbled at her answer.
"Careful," he said warningly.
Before she could respond, he kissed her, sealing his lips to hers. He explored her mouth as fully as his hands explored her body: fingers grazing over her tender nipples, knuckles tracing the outline of her breasts, hands splaying across her waist and hips, nails skimming up her inner thighs before ghosting over the warm, sensitive flesh of her core.
He kept his touches light, teasing. She arched her back, then lifted her hips to meet him more fully, but he always managed to escape her attempts.
"You want me, love?" he asked.
"Always."
He positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her. The slight pressure at her entrance nearly drove her mad. She jerked her legs, pulled at her arm restraints, but neither would give.
"Loki Odinson," she said, giving him a stern look. "If you don't fill me this instant, I will have your hide."
"Why, Jane, I do not believe you are in any position to command such a thing."
With a mischievous grin, he bent over her and nuzzled into the crook of her neck—her favorite spot. Her toes curled and her eyes fluttered closed. When the sensations bordered a tickle, she squirmed underneath him.
He made a strangled noise. "I love it when you do that."
Pressing kisses along her collarbone, he worked his way down to a nipple and captured it in his mouth. He rolled his tongue over the bud and sucked and nipped at it gently. Shockwaves coursed through her body, time and time again.
When he was done tormenting her, she dragged in a ragged breath. "Please," she rasped.
He turned his ear to her. "What was that?"
"Please," she said firmly. "I don't think I can take much more."
Supporting himself with one hand, he gripped his cock and slid it up and down her folds, no doubt readying himself. At least, he better be.
If she wasn't soaked before, then she most certainly was now. He would slip right in no prob— She bit back a moan as he eased into her, slowly, centimeter by centimeter, still teasing, taunting. She wanted to buck her hips, grab his ass, and pull him flush to her. If he didn't soon, she would whimper, and he would only move that much slower, taking pleasure in making her suffer.
He paused, and, despite her best efforts, she whimpered.
Looking up to shoot him a glare, she instead swallowed hard. He gazed at her with such tenderness and love that her ire shrunk to nothing and her heart swelled to bursting.
"I am yours, Jane Foster." He bent to kiss her, sweet and unhurried but sensual and eager, as if he were trying to show his love for her with each touch of his tongue and lips. Not breaking contact, he added, "Always and forever."
And then he pushed himself fully into her.
She exhaled his name, a breathy whisper that made him shudder. The feeling of him inside her was pure bliss, satisfying the constant need to be with him. After a thousand years of thinking he would never find her and then him doing just that, she did not want to go a day without his long fingers caressing her skin, his soft lips planting kisses on every inch of her body, his hips meeting hers.
They moved together, familiar and exact as if it were their thousandth time, yet filled with passion as if it were their first.
His muscles tensed and corded as he held himself up and thrust into her, long strokes from head to base, rubbing against her clit with a roll of his pelvis that had her groaning. His balls slapping against her only added to the euphoria.
Awareness of time slipped away. Sensation was all that was left: his thick cock gliding in and out. Her nipples hard, straining from her arousal. In and out. His heat mingling with hers. In and out. Sweat coating her skin. In and out. Pressure building deep in her belly. In and out. Pulse quickening. In and out. Panting. In and out. In and out.
Her orgasm came in a vibrating wave, starting at her feet, coursing up her back, and flowing to the top of her head. Ecstasy brought every inch of her to life. The finale of a grand fireworks show, the crescendo of a masterful symphony, the conquering of Mount Everest couldn't compare to the rapturous place Loki had brought her.
The snakes disappeared as he lowered himself to her, just as spent and sweaty. She wrapped her shaky arms and legs around him, cherishing him, telling him that she was his, always and forever.
Author's Note: I'm still incredibly shy writing smut. It was hard for me to reread my own work for editing purposes, let alone listen to my sister read it. (It's what we always do, to hear the flow and whatnot.) I don't know how many times I covered my face and blushed, even though no one was there.
Thanks for reading! It's a year late, but better late than never. :)