His weight still pressed down on her as she lay on the floor, her heart rate decreasing slowly. He carefully pulled away from her, laying on his side propped up on one arm as he looked at her. She didn't cry this time, though her eyes filled with unshed tears.

She felt his fingers lace through hers as he gripped her hand. "Is it really so awful?"

She glanced up at him. "How would you like it?"

His eyes hardened but he remained silent.

"It's not like anyone could do this to you." She mumbled, shifting her gaze towards the ceiling.

Silence fell for a few moments, his thumb idly rubbing the base of her thumb in soothing circles. Finally he spoke again. "What happened to upset you?"

She looked at him, tears threatening to fall now. "You told me to let go."

A slow smirk travelled across his lips until he was genuinely smiling at her. "I was requesting that you release your death grip on my shoulders."

She stared at him, comprehension dawning on her until she could stop herself. She laughed, full belly laughs, bordering on hysterics. She could feel his body beside hers shaking as he laughed, she wasn't sure if he was laughing at her misunderstanding or at her uncontrolled laughter.

The laughter was a catharsis, just as her tears had cleansed her before, she felt better afterwards. He climbed to his feet, reaching down to pull her up with him.

She headed for the door but he pulled her back. "You need to return to the shower."

She looked at him in confusion. Did he want to have her again so soon?

He smiled at her, not a hint of smirk anywhere on his lips. "We're both still covered in soap, we need to rinse off." His hand travelled up her arm and down her back. "We can't have your delicate skin getting dry, now can we?"

"No, we can't have that," she smiled, her eyes dancing at his consideration of her.

He pulled her back into the shower which was still running, his hands running all over her body. After a few minutes she realised that he must have rinsed all the soap off by now and was simply using it as a excuse to touch her. His hands ran over every reachable part of her body, awakening her nerves to pleasure once more. His hand dipped down, teasing her folds and she felt a jolt of pleasure course through her.

"Loki, that feels incredible." The words were uttered before she could stop herself. She blushed furiously.

His eyes twinkled down at her as his hands became more demanding, he entered her with his fingers while his lips attacked hers and his tongue slipped into her mouth. She felt like part of a pleasure circuit, connected up the main grid and getting one hell of a buzz from it.

She put her arms around his shoulders and lifted herself up on her toes to get closer to him. She felt his lips form a smile against hers. "How do you want me?" he whispered.

Her whole being quivered at those whispered words. He was giving her the choice. Her mind supplied her with an image so sexual and erotic that she couldn't be sure it had come from her. "Underneath."

He switched off the shower and lifted her out before suddenly throwing her over his shoulder. She yelped and found herself laughing at his foolery. She was certain it wasn't just for the fun that he'd done it. It was also a signal to say that, while he offered her this choice and control, this was still his game.

He lowered her down onto the ground beside the bed. He looked into her eyes with purpose before he climbed up, crawling over the bed to lay in the centre. His movements were graceful and so erotic that she was sure she should be a puddle on the floor right about now. He lay on his side, his eyes smouldering at her as he patted the space beside him in a clear invitation.

Her desire for him flared as he climbed up onto the bed and pushed him onto his back. She sat above him for a moment. His hands went to her hips but he didn't try to move her. He was giving her control. She felt like a new and entirely sexual being under his lidded gaze.

She straddled him, but did not move to impale herself. His hands remained on her hips but held still. She ran her hands over his body, trying to learn him as he had learned her. She was not sure what it was he had done to understand her body so well. She cautiously scrapped her blunt nails over his nipples, eliciting a gasp from him and she smiled. Leaning down she nipped at him, his hands on her hips gripped harder, possibly leaving bruises, but did not try to shift her down onto him.

His control was astounding. The game was on. She touched him with as much want as she could muster, caressing every inch she could reach. She slid her core up and down his erection, allowing him to feel how wet she was for him. He was breathing hard, as hard as she was, but he still held fast.

Sudden mischief filled her and she smiled seductively down at him before she bag to slide down his body. He raised his head to watch as she planted a soft kiss on his tip. She saw his head fall back and felt the muscles in his thighs tense. He was fighting hard to remain still, she was slowly winning the game.

Spurred on by this she licked his length, closing her mouth over his tip and sucking lightly. She may not have a wealth of experience but she knew what she was doing was maddening. She never moved her hand fast enough to build a rhythm or sucked hard enough to make him come apart, she was teasing him. She applied a little more pressure with her tongue and his hips bucked slightly. She sucked harder and he groaned but his body held still.

She was disappointed; he'd gained control of himself. She crawled back up his body, making sure to rub herself against him. Hannah lifted him, pressing him to her entrance but holding still, as he had done to her. His eyes met hers and she smirked in challenge. He smiled at her as his hands went to her hips. She thought she had won until his hand slipped over her hip and touched her, brushing her clitoris lightly.

She rocked forward chasing his touch and she slipped further down his hard shaft. She froze, planning to pull back but his fingers brushed her again. Another inch slipped in. His fingers led her down until he was fully sheathed within her. He smirked up at her and she gave in, lifting herself a little to slam back down onto him. He filled her so deeply from this position, more so than when he was on top.

He felt so good buried within her that she held herself still above him, her eyes screwed shut as she enjoyed the sensation.

He rocked his hips below her causing waves of pleasure cascaded through her. His hand moved in unison with his hips, a tiny orgasm shuddered through her. His hands came up to grasp her hips and he rocked harder this time.

She moaned with pleasure.

"God, Loki." Words feel from her lips without her permission. "Oh, yes."

"Yes what? What do you want Hannah?" He asked, his hips maintaining a slow but firm rocking motion.

"Move, Loki. Move inside me, you feel so good inside me."

There was no shame here in the place he'd brought her to. She had no choice in the matter, nothing here was her fault. Somehow she had found freedom within her captivity. She wasn't even ashamed to admit that it felt amazing, better than anything she'd ever felt before.

His movements increased, the tempo accelerating. "Is this what you want?"

"Oh God, yes!"

The tempo increased again.

"Harder," she moaned

He acquiesced, thrusting with more power.

"Your hand, Loki. Touch me again."

His hand resumed it's teasing, working perfectly in unison with his thrusts.

She was sobbing with pleasure. She felt so free, she was filled by him, but not covered by him. His strength and power were there to pleasure her, for her to use as she wanted. Her back arched and her body shook as she climaxed, spiralling into bliss closely followed by Loki.

A/N~ Thanks for all your lovely reviews and comments, special thanks to LaPsychee for spreading the word! I went to see the Avengers today in 3D and I have a cracking headache from it. Apparently my eyes don't like 3D, who knew? Anyway I'm not including anything from the film in here so no spoilers will appear and as I've no idea how this would fit in time wise I'm just going to pretend that continuity means nothing to me. PS. I am un-beta'd and have a bad head so any mistakes are mine.