Lacia had had a superbly naughty idea, but when the bathroom door opened, and Loki stepped out in only his trousers, she forgot all about it for that moment. He was stunning, with a few remaining droplets of water dripping from his firm, male skin. He strode over to her swiftly before backing her up against the wall. He caught both of her hands in one of his, and held them high above her head. He leaned in with his hips against hers, pulling her onto him. Lacia groaned quietly,

"You've foiled my plans," She complained into his ear as he lifted her up to straddle him. He chuckled, then replied in his soft, English accent,

"Which one of us is the villain?" He laughed and pressed his lips onto hers, filling her with his warm, deep breath. He smelt clean and fresh, male and delicious. She tasted his tongue, his lips, his jaw. She licked all of the places she could reach as he rocked slowly against her,

"You are. Now lets try this with our clothes off." She smiled. He did not need to be told twice. As Loki helped her remove her top, and she undid her bra, she could feel herself sinking into a deep need for him. She wanted him inside her. The idea made her toes curl, and a wetness pool in her underwear. She stroked down his neck with her hands, before sliding them down. She massaged the small of his back, arousing him further, giving them both more pleasure, as he dropped her clothes lazily on the floor. She had now been stripped down to her knickers. Lacia never had appreciated inequality. She unbuckled his belt, and before he could pull his trousers down, she pulled his boxers down with them. Loki chuckled, his hot breath tickling her ear lobe.

"Behavioural issues, I should knock points off your work for inappropriate conduct." He teased her before dipping his tongue into her ear, filling it with the sound of his lapping. Lacia had never orgasmed before sex, but here she was reaching her limit. She hadn't even had a chance to look down at him yet.

"I'm not the only one." She frowned, nipping at his left nipple. The surprise made him gasp, and she finally saw all of him. Loki, naked. He was stunningly handsome. She could have spent all day drawing the masculine curve to his back, the stance of his toned legs, but right now she could not remove her eyes from his cock. How was she going to take that? She wondered. He would have to play with her some more.

Loki honestly had no idea how he had come to this, what had changed him so quickly. Maybe he had already begun to change before he had met Lacia, but her acceptance of him, her seeing him as who he was, that had made him feel something new. He looked into her eyes, and could see that she really cared for him. At that moment, he could also see the demand. He reached his fingers inside her remaining lacy garment. She felt her vision blur slightly as he began playing with her clit, stroking the her feminine heat, and bringing the wetness up again, as he returned to playing with her. He kissed her as he did so, mimicking the motions of his fingers with his tongue on hers. She felt her vision blur again, and a bright light begin to shine.

"Demon!" She breathed,

"Try the opposite." He suggested with dark seduction. It was time for Lacia's revenge. She reached her own hand into her wetness, covering the tips of her fingers in the translucent liquid, before reaching out to massage the end of Loki's erection. He made a strange, primal sound as she curled her hand around the strength of him and stroked along it with sinful slowness. Loki removed his hands from her. Lacia knew she had won the battle of pleasure-torture, before he lifted her up into both arms, and slung her over his shoulders. She let out an involuntary yelp of surprise, but that did not stop him from carrying her all the way to her bed, a broad grin on his face.

Moments later, Lacia found herself being laid down on the bed, with Loki pulling off her underwear. Now that they were both completely de-robed, Loki crawled onto the bed between her legs, lifting her hips up as he did so. For a terrifying moment Lacia thought that he was going to thrust right into her, but instead he continued lifting her up, until her knees bent over his shoulders. Then she realised that he would win the game after all. He tilted his head towards her, giving her a final cheeky grin before he licked slowly over her clit. She felt like she would burst with the intensity of it, but then he slid his tongue inside her. She was so sensitized now that she purred and sighed as he devoured her, before she finally reached orgasm. Loki was the god of mischief after all.

A moment later, Lacia opened her eyes to find Loki moving slowly up the bed, so that he was now braced over her on his arms, his head inches above her own. Was he going to do it now? She wondered if she could take any more, but then decided that she would have him whether she was tough or not. Could she really let him win though? She rolled him over onto his back, trapping his legs under hers. She delighted in his slightly defensive glance,

"Mercy?" He asked, hoping she would spare him. She was determined though, so he prepared himself for whatever she had planned for him. He closed his eyes. He growled and moaned as Lacia closed her mouth around him, licking the tip of his cock, playing and teasing him. He would have to teach her some manners, but as she took him further into her mouth he bucked, his back arched and his hips restless. "Off!" He ordered. She reluctantly retreated as he prised her off of him, before deciding that he was going to return to plan A, where she could be less naughty. He lifted her up, his hands under her thighs, and walked with her like that all the way to the bedroom wall. He held her up, and then kissed her deep and hard, as he penetrated her deeply, thrusting forwards into her. She felt herself building up again. Loki rocked into her with a slow, fiery passion. He called her name as he moved harder, and faster. Lacia's hands grabbed his shoulders as Loki climaxed inside her, and she was brought back to the same bright haze as before, as the lovers mingled and danced against the wall.

An hour later Loki was lying on his side on Lacia's bed, his hand fisting into her hair as she lay against him. He moved his hand slowly down to cup her breast, and slowly squeeze it gently, before toying with her nipple until it hardened. Lacia traced her fingers around the inside of Loki's thighs in return, reaching under him and stroking him until he was hard in her hands again. They wanted to play longer, but it was now the early hours of the morning, and the two silently fell asleep in each others arms.

Class the next day was extremely difficult to focus on. Loki was trying very hard not to be distracted by Lacia, whereas she was having trouble with what he was saying. She was too turned on by his voice, and the memories that came with it of the night before. Control yourself, she thought. She really did want to learn. She loved the subject, and Loki was a far better lecturer than Mark had ever been. He eventually got the hang of teaching with her in the room, which was a relief to them both. One particular woman in the class, aside from Lacia, was still going all doe-eyed over him. Lacia was not sure what to do about her. Should she confront the woman? She had done nothing wrong, and nobody could find out about their relationship if Loki was going to keep his job, but Lacia was uncomfortable about this. Damn I'm possessive, she admitted inwardly.

"Now did you all watch American Beauty?" Loki asked the class,

"Not yet." Most of them admitted. Loki frowned but did not complain. He must have known that Lacia had not gotten around to watching it yet either.

"You have till Monday." He sighed. The many students looked relieved.

By lunch break, Lacia was more hungry for Loki than food. She gestured for him to follow her at a distance, leading him to a secluded corner outside, where there were no CCTV cameras.

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