Sorry this took a bit longer, I've been working a lot lately. I hope me going down the 'dark side of the character' route doesn't annoy anyone. In fairness they give me a lot to work with...
As Amora's fingers played over Steve's hand, they flirted and laughed, but all the while there was a look of sadness behind his eyes, sadness more resilient than the kind that comes from a falling out with a friend. Amora wondered what hardship he had suffered to wear such a look, though of course she would never ask. To be so deeply sad required a grievous transgression or a great, great loss. Neither of which were suitable subjects for a night like the one Amora hoped would unfold. Distraction, then, would be her method.
She asked him how he liked Asgard, where he had been, where he was from. A risky move, the last one, but her questions led him to talk about the things that made him happy and it seemed to distract him. As the evening wore on their heads drew closer, and as he spoke Steve's other hand began to occasionally, purposefully touch Amora's knee. She took this signal as an opportunity to make a very suggestive joke, and they both paused, looking into one another's eyes, before crashing into a deep, passionate kiss.
Steve was gentle, his tongue was dominant but soft as it explored her mouth, and his large hands and enormous frame made her feel tiny in his arms. Though not as big as Thor, Steve felt a thousand times safer. Amora broke their kiss and rose from the table, taking his hand.
It was not long before they all but fell through the door to Amora's bedchamber, entwined in each other's arms, locked in a deep kiss. There were a few steps leading down to her bed, so as they made their way down, Steve looked around her room. Everything was white, and there were mirrors everywhere. It was a calming space, and Amora watched as his eyes moved to her bed, and he spoke for the first time since they started to kiss.
"A mirror...there?"
Amora was amused. Her lovers always used to get intimidated by what adorned the head of her bed. But they all enjoyed it immensely after a while. Loki on the other hand, saw its appeal immediately. He would threateningly warn her to open her eyes whenever they closed in ecstasy, making her look into his while he forcefully thrust into her from behind. Or he would use it to watch her body as she sat astride him, facing away. Sometimes he would make her look at herself in the mirror with his cock halfway down her throat, watching it plunge into her eager mouth.
Forcing herself out of her reverie, and brushing away the sadness that came with such memories of the man she was about to betray, she laughed and simply said, "Trust me" before pulling him down into another kiss. They collapsed onto the bed, and Amora began to remove his clothes the ordinary way. He didn't look like the type to enjoy her magic tricks. Pulling his top over his head, she marvelled at his marble-like figure, so incredibly warm to touch, yet pale and smooth. He pulled away her skin tight clothes with surprising ease, and began kissing her neck. His hands ran over her hips, up her waist, and softly massaged her breasts, but Amora was tense. Perhaps they shouldn't have come back here, the memory, even the smell of Loki was still here, still fresh. She knew what she needed though, and it was not a long, slow lovemaking session. She needed a fuck.
Amora took Steve's hand in hers and guided it between her legs, taking hold of two fingers and pulling them inside herself straight away. With her now free hand she grasped the base of his cock, and slowly stroked its length. Amora ran her hand over the head with speed, she wanted him inside her, now. His constant attention to her neck was making her desperate, and so she put her free hand under his chin, making him raise his face to hers. "I want you, now" she breathed, and Steve reacted immediately, pulling his fingers from her and moving his body so that he was between her spread legs. Amora's hand, still wrapped around his cock, pulled him all the way inside, and they both gasped in pleasure.
As Steve pushed into her with long gentle thrusts, face close to hers, his curiosity seemed to get the better of him, and he looked up at the mirror behind Amora's head. His mouth fell open, and Amora knew exactly what he had seen. Such slow, extended stokes, from base to the very tip, made for incredible viewing in the mirror. His face darkened in pleasure as he watched his cock disappear inside Amora. Watching this, desire took over and his thrusts became harder and faster. He looked back down into Amora's face, and quickly pulled out of her, hand curling around one of her ankles. He brought her leg over, flipping her onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up so that she was on all fours.
Amora made a small noise of pleasure- they always learned to enjoy the mirror. And now so could she. Steve pushed himself back inside her, and Amora smiled and moaned in pleasure. She looked up, into his face, and he dug his fingers hard into her hips. His thrusts were much rougher now, quite unlike the gentle, almost tender ones of before. These changes though, went unnoticed by Amora, who was focussing on what she saw in the mirror. Something much more significant.
Steve's short blonde hair was growing long, and turning black.
