So fyi technically the Doctor Who episode I took Amy's quote from (The Girl Who Waited) wouldn't have been out yet according to the timeline I'm using, but...I'm using it anyways because of timeywimey reasons.

Also, I've never written a sex-scene before, so...I'm sorry.

Also also: you guys are all really nice. =)


It was two weeks later, and Loki and Darcy had been spending pretty much all their time together. Loki was still renting a room at his B&B, but he hardly ever went to it. Not that they were sleeping together! Not exactly. Though it had gotten close a couple times. They would go out and do date-type things and then come back to Darcy's and maybe watch a movie and end up making out and petting each other, but then Loki would just pull back! It was the most frustrating thing! He would usually end up just sleeping on her couch, which Darcy knew was not a normal thing to happen, but it didn't feel weird except that she really wanted him to be sleeping in her bed.

Darcy wasn't sure if it was him being a gentleman, if he just wanted to go really slowly, or if he had some kind of issue with sex or what, but she was fed up with it. Tonight was the night. She was going to get to the bottom of this.

Loki was coming over tonight to watch the next episode of Doctor Who that was airing, and Darcy was therefore dressed appropriately: a plain black tank-top and flannel pajama pants with a the Superman logo on them. Yeah, not the sexiest things ever, but they were watching a movie so it would be weird to dress up- and anyways, he seemed to like her no matter what she wore. A study in the mirror told her that she looked pretty damn good, regardless. Tank-tops loved her bosom.

She twirled a piece of her hair around her finger. She'd left her hair down, because he really liked to twine his fingers through it, and it felt really good. Sometimes they'd just lie on the couch and he'd pet her hair, which might sound a bit weird, but she totally understood why pets liked it. It was super soothing and nice.

She'd left the door unlocked for him. There was a knock and then Loki came in a moment later. Darcy felt the familiar excited butterflies that she got every time she saw him after being away for a couple hours.

A quote from a Doctor Who episode actually occurred to her, that was exactly how she felt about Loki. At one point Amy was talking about Rory (and I would think of something like this, Darcy thought in amusement) and she said, "You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they're as dull as a brick? Then there's other people, when you meet them you think, 'Not bad. They're okay.' And then you get to know them and... and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality's written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful."

For a while there, Tumblr had convinced Darcy that the perfect man was Benedict Cumberbatch, which had been sad because she would never meet him. But now she knew...it was Loki. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever met. She was pretty sure she'd started falling in love with him even on that first night, and every time she saw him again she fell a little bit more in love.

"Hello, sexy," he said, grinning that devilish little smile that was pure Loki. She laughed in delight, knowing that he was intending for her to think of the Doctor's words to Idris. She loved that he would do that.

"Sexy, yourself," she said, bouncing over and leaping onto him. He caught her easily and she wrapped her legs around his chest as she kissed him. His body was so hard- it was completely addicting. She just wanted to rub herself all over him.

"You," she said, between kisses, "are really attractive."

He laughed against her lips, which felt really funny and nice. "You're pretty attractive, too," he said. He pulled back and his face got serious as he stared down at her eyes. "You are though," he said, his voice really gruff and manly. "You're really, really beautiful."

Darcy's heart just melted in the face of his sweetness and she kissed him tenderly, their lips lingering.

Loki slid her down the length of his body and kissed her forehead. She loved when he did that- for some reason it made her feel cherished. She held her head against his chest for a minute, his arms around her waist. Especially for someone who hadn't done much dating, it was such a novel, wonderful experience to be able to just hold the man you loved and feel appreciated.

"Tea?" Loki asked, finally.

Darcy nodded against his chest. "Tea."

She loved that they had a routine now. Greet each other, tea, couch, movies/talking, talking/making out after the movie, and then...sleeping in different places. But that last one was hopefully changing tonight.

They retired to the couch a while later and and they lay in their usual positions: Loki sitting lengthwise on the couch with Darcy laying in his lap, her head on his chest. She tried to put thoughts of sex out of her mind (which proved slightly difficult when she could feel his crotch against her back) and just concentrate on the show. But she couldn't really keep herself focused, (though it was almost sacrilege to think it) on the Doctor's adventures when she kept wondering how Loki was in bed and what it would take to get him to have sex with her.

When the show was over she stretched, her body sliding up his and then back down and she could feel him react. She smiled. It was kind of a heady thing, to be able to make such a gorgeous man want her.

"That was pretty-" Loki started to say, but she twisted around and cut him off by kissing him. Usually she would love to discuss TV with him, but not now. She'd been thinking about sex with him for a long time, and it was getting hard to think of anything else.

Loki kissed her back, hard and deep. Darcy started to rub herself against him. He felt so good. Infuriatingly though, he broke off the kiss. "Maybe we should-" He started saying, breathing heavily, but Darcy cut him off again.

"I want to have sex with you," Darcy said, blushing the tiniest bit. Not that she was embarrassed, but she wasn't used to saying things like that out loud.

Loki's eyes turned a darker, even greener color at that, but he tried to give her a way out. "We don't have to," he said, his voice incredibly throaty, his body hard and hot through his clothes. "I don't want you to think I'm rushing you. We can take this slowly- this is good. This is fine."

Aww. He was trying to be a gentleman. But... "This is not fine," Darcy said passionately. "I'm so hot for you right now I'm gonna supernova or something, and then you'll be sorry you didn't have sex with me, and I just want you so bad and you feel so good and fuck if I can think about anything else except getting you to-"

Loki pulled her back down to him and kissed her fiercely, pulling her tank-top up over her breasts. Darcy raised her arms and pulled it off the rest of the way, dropping it to the floor. She reached for his own white buttoned-down shirt and got infuriated with all the buttons. He seriously needed to start wearing t-shirts. Loki just ripped the last couple buttons off and shrugged awkwardly out of it. They were still on the couch, and it occurred to both of them at the same time. Loki scooped her up and they kissed their way into the bedroom, her hands sliding all over his shoulders and back, her breasts crushed against his chest.

Loki placed her on the bed and stared down at her for a moment, his eyes hot, before he followed her down and caged her in with his body, his fore- arms holding him up by her shoulders so he could easily kiss her.

Darcy savored the feeling of him, so hot and muscular and manly, even as she arched up for more contact. He ground his cock against her clit and she gasped, her body hungry for more, more, more.

She shimmied out of her pajama pants as he kissed her shoulders, her neck, swept his cheek across her breasts, his cheeks tickling a bit from their slight stubble. He was now entirely too clothed with only his chest bare, so she helped him out by unbuckling his jeans and slipping them off of him. He was wearing tighty-whities, which made her grin. He took them off and slid a condom on before she could investigate too much further. She would have complained, but something else had gotten her attention ...

"Dayum boy," she said breathily as he kissed his way down her stomach. "You are really good at this- Jesus Christ!" She hissed as he slid her thong down and his tongue found her clit. She bucked up to get closer to it. She was so close already, it would have been embarrassing if she hadn't been so turned on that she was past the point of embarrassment.

"Oh my dear sweet lord above," Darcy gasped a few minutes later. "Loki baby I cannot even tell you how good that-eek!- feels, but if you don't get inside me right now then I cannot be held responsible for my-eek!-"

Loki gave one last lick that had her almost to the edge before he looked up, grinning. He looked positively devilish with his slightly stubbly face and his dark hair and a wicked light in his eyes.

"You look so sexy right now," he growled. Moving his mouth up to her neck and kissing up to her thoat.

"Loki!" Darcy screeched. "For god's sake, just get inside me!"

Loki laughed against her neck. "So impatient. That's my girl."

Darcy cried out, her nails scratching up his back as he finally entered her. OH. MY. GOD. she thought as he started moving. He completely filled her. Oh my god ohmygodohmygod- "Oh my god! Loki!"

He started off slowly, with long, deep strokes. They were both so turned on though that that didn't last long. He quickly started pounding into her, and she loved it. Christ, the feel of him...

"Darcy! Fuck, you are beautiful," he kissed her hard, almost brutally, but she welcomed it. She pushed her hips up against him, trying to take more of him, wanting to be as close as possible.

"Loki! I'm coming, Loki!"

He sped up somehow, sending her over the edge. She came hard around his cock, the feel of him driving her wild. He came a moment later, throwing his head back and groaning her name.

"Good lord, sir," Darcy sighed as he rolled over next to her. "You are a god."

Loki chuckled, drew an arm around her, and pulled her up against his chest. "You are the sexiest, sweetest woman."

They lay like that for a long time, her head on his chest and his arm around her waist, and talked for hours. She felt like purring with contentment. Their was a delicious intimacy that she wasn't used to. She loved it.

They fell asleep like that, curled up together on her bed, with the sound of the occasional owl hooting through the night.