*tap tap tap*

Loki's fingers drummed on the window's edge as he looked down at the busy streets outside. Must be nice to be out there and not cooped up in some stupid room.

It had grown frosty over the last few days, whereas before it had been t-shirt weather. Apparently there was some kind of heat shift. Anyhow, he was now preferring longer sleeved dark green shirts and black slacks to go with them. A far cry from the short sleeves and convertibles that they had been able to use merely a week ago.

Then again, what else did he expect from December? He had no idea about most Midgardian customs, but something called Christmas was coming up, and it meant exchanging gifts, and he really thought it would be a nice idea to get something for Wanda.

He had barely had any visitors, aside from Wanda and occasionally Rogers, which left him bored out of his skull. He'd been doing some light reading, but the books on this realm made his brain hurt. Seriously, a magical school that no one without magic would ever find? Because they'd willingly leave their maps uncharted? And whoever told this woman who wrote that Fifty Shades of Grey shill that what she wrote is what BDSM actually is needs to be fired. He'd left all of his books in his rooms, and the ones he did have were for when he had downtime, and were all easily finished in short time frames. He'd even resorted to watching the television, not that it made the day pass any faster.

Someone, by the by, really needed to go to Jersey and smack the over-baked little troll known as Snooki. Talk about obnoxious.

In fact, that was one of the things he and Rogers had been chatting about, was the obnoxiousness of television and the horrible quality of the general literature that was out there… Rogers had promised to bring him a book called The Stand in to read, so he had that to look forward to.

He continued drumming his fingers on the window, as the door to his medical room opened. "Still here I see." the familiar voice of Wanda called to him, as he turned from the window with an annoyed look.

"Unfortunately. It's been 3 days, but they insist that I stay until the wound vanishes, in case there's more damage they're missing. All that's left is a stupid scab, I've even picked it loose a few times to prove how superficial it is." he grumbled, moving to a chair and flopping into it. His Asgardian/Frost Giant genetics made him heal far easier, but the bracelet, which he called his cuff at this point, on his wrist was limiting that ability. "Interestingly enough, I asked them to run some testing on my blood while they had it. Apparently, when Odin spelled me to look like his people, he literally shifted my genetic makeup to make me Asgardian. The Frost Giant in me is still there, obviously, but there's also actual Asgardian, similar to Thor's DNA actually. I think the old man actually made me his son when he found me." he said, as Wanda sat and nodded, placing her large bag next to the chair she had sat in.

"That has to be a shock… how are you feeling about it?" she asked, concern on her face. Normally, he wouldn't even worry about answering her, but… well, they had in fact grown more close over the last few days.

"I don't even know. I'm surprised, of course. Not too upset… Kind of torn… It makes the loss of Frigga harder, because I think she was, in a way, my mother, genetically even. It explains the affinity to magic that most Frost Giants do not have that I have always had." his hand ran through his hais, and he turned to her with a smile. "Enough about this. It was just something I had thought about. What did you bring with you?"

Her face lit up, making him more curious. "I bought a game." she said simply, bending down to rummage through the bag. She pulled out a colorful game case, causing him to peer down at it.

"Just Dance? What is that?" he asked, curiosity piquing his interest. She smirked, and shrugged.

"I told you that I used to enjoy dancing with Pietro, right? This is a dancing game. I thought you may like playing it with me." she grinned, as he cocked his eyebrow up.

Normally, he would simply have something snarky to say, but Wanda had been spending a lot of time with him. He felt a warmness towards her that he hadn't felt in a long time. There were few women who were actually interested in a trickster like him. So instead of being his usual snarky self, he allowed himself to stay open to the idea, and smiled.

"Sure. Why not."

With that, she grinned and pointed at the TV. "I'm going to go ahead and get it set up, alright?" she said as he nodded, and he turned and began using his magic and Asgardian strength to move the furniture around, making a dance space.

As he finished, he flopped into the chair, which he had left facing the TV, and watched as she started the game and set up profiles, and got to picking a song. She had flung her coat and her hat onto the bed, as it had started to get chilly lately, and he watched as she turned and grinned at him, as the music began to play. She began to move to the song, which was called Tik Tok, and his eyes followed her hips as she moved.

She could take even a song like this and make it sensual.

He could feel lust for her growing as he watched her move, and he simply leaned back in the chair, holding back any visible signs of his attraction. Her hips swayed, her body jerked and moved to the beat.

He was imagining all the things those hips could do, when she finished her song and turned to him. "Your turn."

He sat up at that, intrigued. The device that could read his movements was seeming to stare at them.

"Uh, excuse me?"

She gave him a look. "It's your turn. You said you'd play with me, so it's your turn to go."

He bit back his quip at that, and got up, gesturing for her to sit. As he got familiar with the controller, he went through the song list, until he picked one he had heard and enjoyed the beat of. He selected it, and took in a deep breath.

"I hope you know, I would not be playing this for just anyone." He said, glancing back at her, making her blush, but say nothing as the song Moves Like Jagger began to play. She watched as he began to copy the person on the screen, and he got a mischievous look on his face as the character changed clothing the first time. At the second time, he did the same thing, his clothing shifting with each clothing change on screen in a flash of blue light.

She laughed, clapping as he danced around, and she noted the way his body moved. He was lean, almost nothing but muscle, but not in a muscle-man, overly muscular way. He moved with fluid intent, and it was nothing if not attractive, to say the least. She couldn't help but flash back to the laughs they'd shared recently, and the time they had spent together, and smiled.

She had to admit, her feelings towards the God of Mischief had grown. She pulled her red sweater over her knees, her black leggings peeking out from under the sweater, and she smiled as he did another costume change.

He finished his song and looked at her with a smirk. She gave him a look back, but hers was more like Uh oh than anything else.

"You have that look…" she said, as he shrugged, but kept the look on his face. He then moved over to her and pulled her up off the chair. It was then that she looked at the screen and saw what he had picked next.

A duet. I've Had the Time of My Life, to be more exact.

As it started up, they were side by side, and they moved like they had danced together before. Well, in a way, they had. They'd fought together, and that was one of the most intricate dances one could do.

At the refrain, they ended up face to face, and their hands trailed on each other's faces. It was something he had been thinking of for days now, since they had trained that first day on her magic. The music in the background kept playing, but they stopped. Her lips were so close to his, and his eyes locked onto hers.

After another moment, he crossed the distance separating them and pressed his lips to hers. As her lips pressed back firmly against his, he opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to flick on her lips, and coax them open.

Together they stood, battling one another for dominance in this battle. As they parted, she looked up at him, and he caught his breath.

Neither one spoke. Neither one could.

Time passed, and after a moment, he simply let go of her and allowed her to stand on her own. His hands didn't leave her face, and his thumbs trailed on her jaw bone. It was one of those cliché, corny moments that made people cringe when they saw it on movies.

It took the sounds of a car horn blaring outside for them to fully separate, and for her to look at him somewhat awkwardly.

"I don't know what came over me… I'm sorry." Wanda said, as he shook his head.

"Don't be… I'm actually glad that happened…"

He looked at her and smiled a bit, gesturing outside. "I get out of here tomorrow. Do you want to go 'Christmas' shopping? As I understand it, that holiday is in less than a month now. And exchanging gifts is customary."

She smiled. "Of course. That sounds lovely."

With that she turned and took the game out of the system. He moved the bed and things back in their original places, and he laid down on the bed. To his surprise, she came over and sat next to him, snuggling up under his armpit as he had grabbed the remote.

A few years ago, he'd have mocked himself for acting so 'domestic'. Now, he actually enjoyed the closeness.

Putting on a show they could both enjoy, they curled up in the bed, and stayed that way for a good chunk of the remainder of the day.

**Author's Note: I'm SO sorry it took so long to get a new chapter out. I had a lot of school work the last few weeks, and I scrapped the first time I tried to do this chapter because I didn't like where it was going. I wanted to get a kiss in there, though. I hope you enjoyed, please feel free to review if you feel so inclined to do so.**