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Warning: Mentions of porn. NSFW—and a first time smut writer who is probably going to hide out for a bit because of her paranoia.

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The Most Dangerous Game

It was awkward.

We were comfortable sitting together on the bed, that was true, but neither of us talked, which made it a little awkward. He had Amora's diary opened up in his lap and I had my book opened in my lap. We stopped at Barnes & Noble and I bought a young adult novel that was apparently better than Twilight. I wasn't impressed with it so far. I eventually closed the book and took the remote in my hand. It was midnight right now and I thought about tuning into reality TV, but I wasn't in the mood.

A thought had come into my mind. I thought it was time to get our friendship to a different level… because we were friends by this point in time… right? "Aren't you tired reading that thing?" I asked him, stretching out my legs.

He acknowledged me with a brief glance away from that god-awful journal. "Hard to tire from something that is so interesting."

"What could be so interesting in there?" I asked him curiously, trying to lean toward him to peer over his shoulder. However he pulled the book to his chest and moved away from me, looking me over with his eyebrow raised. "Nothing that I could read?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Well, stop reading it," I told him, almost snatching it out of his hands and throwing it across the room. Loki furrowed his brow toward me confused before reluctantly closing the book in his lap. "I have something fun planned."

"Your ways in fun are far different from mine."

"This is fun though. Us mortals do this when we're bored." With that said, he took the book and placed it at the foot of the bed. My eyebrows somewhat perked at this as I pressed the menu button on the remote. I went to movies. "We have to see how much one is."

"What exactly are you doing?" He asked me as I went down the list. For a cheap motel, they at least had on demand movies like a hotel would… I scrolled past the comedy, the drama, the action & adventure, and the horror, although Loki might experience some horror right now. I only smirked at his question before stopping at the words 'Adult films.' I allowed that to be highlighted just for him to ogle at for a moment as I got up from the bed to go to the bag in the corner where the candy stayed. "Adult films…"

I nodded as I took out the bag of Raisinets and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. I threw them onto the bed before walking back. Loki looked down at the bags of candy with his brow furrowed deeper. "Do you have something called pornography in Asgard?"

"Afraid not." Loki of Asgard stated to me. I plopped down onto the bed and glared over at him, hearing the sarcasm in his tone. He would like it, and would thank me after I made him watch it. "And I don't really want to know what it is exactly."

"It's sex." I explained to him shortly, even though no sex that I ever had was ever like porn. It was far too melodramatic; some took it to extremes, while others were just plain stupid… I had seen some stupid ones, where they tried to role-play and there was absolutely no foreplay before the big bang… Sometimes I honestly watched some just to make fun of them. Loki gave me a blank look. "Fornication. Intercourse. Sexual acti—."

"I know what you mean." Loki told her annoyed. "And I assume that we are going to watch others partake in these acts."

I said to him with a smirk growing slightly, "Yeah. Do you have a problem with that, old man?"

"Old man… I'm not—."

"How many centuries have you been around for again?" I asked him quickly, cutting him off. Loki's jaw somewhat clenched, but he didn't have a response for me. I looked between him and the television before sighing loudly and rising off of the bed. "Look, this is what friends do with each other."

"Who said that we are friends?" Loki retorted.

I chose to ignore the retort. "It is so much better than to sit in silence reading, or… look at each other… besides, tomorrow we may be able to sleep in and do nothing with our lives."

"We are going to Princeton tomorrow."

"You can't just go to Princeton. We have to make an appointment and go there. It's not exactly the easiest thing to do and I cannot call now to get the appointment because it's midnight and people are usually asleep."

"Well, why didn't you call earlier?"

"I had to entertain you because you have the attention span of a five-year-old and a burger addiction." I retorted to him, bowing my head slightly. "I'll call in the morning, but for right now I'm going to shower, while you contemplate on whether or not you want to watch a porno, but if you have other ideas on what to do…"

"I have other ideas." Loki said before reaching out and grabbing the diary off the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving me. He was too sassy for me to take. I was getting tired of his sassiness. He didn't even take his eyes off of me when he opened the book, the little shit. I clenched my jaw before turning around and going to my own duffle bag to take out the pajamas I packed. I picked up my head though when I heard him say, "If I didn't know any better, I would say that you are envious of the attention I am giving this book."

My jaw shifted slightly as the grip on my pajamas tightened. Jealous… of a book? I did not need… or want the attention of the terrorist. "Your powers in observation are inaccurate."

Loki stated, "According to Lorelei, they're not." This was exhausting. I didn't answer him or reply. The whole situation with Lorelei was extremely mortifying for me. He knew that it was mortifying. "You are too prudish anyway to partake in any sort of activity with me."

"I… am… not a prude." It was almost painful to say that. I stood up from my duffle bag. I turned my head toward him and saw that he was grinning from the bed. His grin made me uncomfortable because I actually found it charming on him… and handsome… I found his grin charming and handsome… no, this was not going to happen—not again, not here, not ever.

Loki narrowed his eyes at me, "You wouldn't be able to handle me anyway." He sounded flirty and challenging toward me, and that tempted me to be flirty and challenging right back to him. Think of it as my instincts acting for me, I never thought rationally whenever he was around me—he left me thinking irrationally half the time.

"I handled Lorelei." That did sound flirty.

Oh shit, did that sound flirty. That basically just told him, I handled her pretty well and she was Asgardian, so what would make you think that I couldn't handle you? He might not be thinking that… Okay, he was totally thinking that. If I was thinking it, he was. Maybe that was my cue to leave now, to go into the shower. His eyebrows perked up at me and immediately I felt my cheeks heat up as his eyes bored into mine. I told him quickly, going to the bathroom, "I'm going to shower."

"Is that an invitation?" He asked me, and his answer was the door shutting behind me.

I turned the shower on right away and thought for a moment before stripping my clothes. My eyes glanced toward the door and I closed my eyes, almost shuddering as I heard his question practically ring within my head. Was that an invitation? No… no, it wasn't. I resolved my thoughts and a moment later, I stepped inside the shower.

Since I completely had forgotten my shampoo, my conditioner, and my soap in my luggage because I was actually flustered, I had to use the motel's complimentary, cheap toiletries.

A small part of me, a really small part of me, wanted to go back out there and actually accept the challenge he gave me. He probably didn't realize that he did. But he had, and I wanted to show him that I was not a force to be reckoned with. The other part of me, the smart part of me, the not reckless part of me, knew that it would be in my best interests to not do anything with him. There was nothing casual, I spent every waking moment with this… man (if I could even call him that) and afterward, or at some point, it would get awkward.

It no longer mattered who he was though. I know that might sound strange, but I spent more than a few weeks with him and I managed… somehow to get past what he had done in New York—even if he didn't allow me to completely understand it. I meant what I said out there, that we were friends because… I feel like we'd grown to be, or we had just gotten used to each other. I mean, I am not saying that I condone what he did, or that I don't think what he did was terrorism because it was.

It was always at the back of my mind what he had done, and it somewhat scared me, no not somewhat, more than that… I feared him knowing that part of him was in there, behind the laughter, the grins, the way his eyes looked at me… underneath it all was New York. Sometimes, I didn't want to believe it though.

I closed my eyes with that thought, dipping my head back as the water from the shower head poured down. At least, they improved them since the last time I was here.

Do you want to know a secret though? As I was in that shower, I imagined him coming in with me. I imagined him crushing his lips against mine, pressing himself along me and pushing me against the wall, pulling at my hair, and making me do things under his control—only it would be one of the few times that I would allow it.

I cursed at myself eventually, holding onto the bar of soap as I smoothed it over me quickly. Why was I even contemplating it? It was frustrating. Everything was frustrating. This shouldn't be a conflict that I had to face; this should be the last thing I should have to face. I shouldn't feel any sexual attraction toward him… but it was only attraction that I felt. Nothing else…

I couldn't help it. I closed my eyes again and the image of him coming in here with me came once more. I even moaned slightly and I squeezed the bar of soap so tightly that it eventually slipped from my hand.

But then… I froze.

The sound of a door opening and closing was almost silent and the almost silent sound made my eyes widen slightly. My thoughts from before faded away and I suddenly felt the steam close my throat and begin to choke me.

I failed at breathing at this point once I saw a shadow lingering outside of the curtain. If I wasn't mistaken, my fantasies were about to come true—but, shit, they were fantasies for a reason. I moved toward the shower curtain, as if I was tempting myself more so than I needed to be tempted, and then I raised my hand as if to pull it away. Although, that was like my permission to do whatever he wanted in his eyes, and the curtain was pulled away before I could even grip it.

And then… I witnessed déjà vu. He did exactly what I wanted him to do before; only it was I controlling him to do so. Once he was close enough, stepped inside with me fully clothed, I had my hands on either side of his neck to pull him so his soft lips would crash on top of mine. His lips on top of mine felt different. They were soft and playful as they were kissing me, he took my bottom lip several times, sucking it before I felt my back hit the tiled wall hard.

I nearly shuddered as I felt him chuckle against me. For a brief moment, he parted from my lips and took notice now how his clothes were actually drenched, his long black hair was soaked as the shower's water poured onto him. I watched as his eyes took me in from head to toe, stopping at my breasts for a moment before he looked me in the eyes. His green eyes always gave a slight intense stare, no matter the situation. I swallowed thickly.

His nose brushed against me. The layer of his clothing was making me sick. It needed to be fixed. My eyes glanced down to his lips eventually. I watched them murmur to me, "You will be screaming my name throughout the night."

"I don't scream anyone's name." I retorted to him. "And that is not going to change. People usually scream mine." My eyebrows perked suggestively toward him before I laid my lips along his prominent jaw.

"You have not experienced me inside of you yet." One of his hands smoothed down my curves, his nails slightly dug into my skin and I felt his hand along my thigh, rubbing it and pressing against it. I tried to seem not phased by this, but his touch made me shiver… and it wasn't because of the water. He just had that effect on me… and he knew that he affected me that way. "You tense and shudder away from me because you desire it." I did… I did desire him.

I tilted my head back, and I realized now that I was standing on my toes. I saw a slight smirk on his face through the streams of the water, which made my vision almost hazy. I smirked back at him despite how nervous I was. I challenged him, "Lorelei however is the better kisser."

That was it. I did it. The smirk fell away from Loki's face as his eyes matched mine and—


"Whoa." Tony Stark waved his hands in the air, the only one stopping the story of how I ended up where I am. I looked over with my brow furrowed toward him as he stood up from the chair in the infirmary. I was still slightly weak from the week before, but strong enough to tell my story to him and the other Avengers, and uh, SHIELD (though I think they were only listening outside), who had me in their grasp. "As much as I would love to hear the God of Mischief's sexual endeavors, I'm going to pass on it."

"You asked for the story." I defended.

"We asked about how you ended up helping a war criminal." The beautiful Captain America told me, his face was serious and almost hard as a stone. I smiled up at him and looked him over. He looked good in his uniform… like a proper Captain America. His blonde hair was short and slightly curled and he had these beautiful blue eyes that I found myself gazing into… as I said, Captain America brought a little school girl crush out of me, and I didn't mind that. "We, however, did not ask for the scene that you are trying to tell us."

My smile turned into a slight smirk, "It doesn't excite you, Captain, what I can do in the bedroom… or shower?" I watched as the Captain's eyes slightly widened and I heard someone choke on something equivalent to water. I glanced over to see Bruce Banner beating his chest as he guffawed. I tried not to laugh at Steve's expression before I glanced over at Tony, who seemed to be hiding a grin.

But then Tony cleared his throat as Steve turned away from me. "I agree with Mr. Do-Good, skip the sex, we have other things to listen to."

"But it's my character development!" I nearly cried out.

"I, for one, am happy for my brother!" Thor exclaimed to me, his hand slapping me on my shoulder. I groaned from his touch and lurched forward as he did this. "He is becoming more and more accepting of your kind, laying with one and even living with one."

"He did tolerate me." I added on after him.

"He tried to kill you." Natasha Romanoff said from where she was, a hideous look of disbelief clouded her face. I frowned hearing that before looking over at her. I would like to forget that he did try. She asked both Thor and I, "Did you forget that? Did you forget that detail also? He's still the monster that attacked New York, and now he's going to do that again, thanks to her."

"Natasha." Clint warned her, speaking one of the few words he spoke in this room. He touched her shoulder and Natasha seemed to relax then, it made me wonder if they were together. She only was relaxed around him.

I swallowed as my frown had gone deeper. Thor's voice came again, he did come listen to the story late and he wasn't exactly briefed on what happened. "Pardon… my brother did what?"

"I'm getting to that." I nearly snapped at him, though he did not do anything, or say anything to me. "I just won't tell you guys the rest of what happened, okay?" I did receive several nods before skipping to the next morning. "After that night, our boundaries were blurred and I was playing in a dangerous game." I prompted them, diving into what happened after that.

But I heard Tony say before I did, "We don't need the poetics." Poetics? There was no longer going to be poetics after this point, Stark.

However, just for you guys, I am going to tell the rest of that night. Just, when I publish my story about how I got tangled with this God… I would be sure to leave the Avengers' commentary out of it, because they did have a lot to say throughout my story. And honestly, they just ruined the mood.

Now… where was I again? Oh… right, here we are…


And his mouth claimed mine. It was almost like I challenged him and I somewhat did. The heat in the shower seemed to steam up, clouding our bodies as we melded together. My hands had found his button down shirt as he rubbed my inner thigh. I wasn't able to tell any more what was dry as I pushed my hand downward along his buttons, opening them. The clothing that was on him was not fair. He had me naked while fully clothed. His teeth clashed with mine as I felt his tongue dip into my mouth, skillfully exploring it and touching my own.

One of his hands found strands of my hair, though it was difficult for him to comb his fingers through. They found themselves stuck. His other hand moved along my thigh and that was when I realized something.

"I didn't shave." I murmured against him, moving my head back slightly horrified and cursing at myself… why was I interrupting this?

I saw how Loki's jaw clenched as he looked up at me annoyed. Yes, I could see how that was extremely annoying how I liked to interrupt everything—I was annoyed with myself.

"Really?" He asked me, I could hear his frustration with me. I looked into his eyes blankly.

I went to speak again, "I…" but my words were drowned out, they apparently did not matter. He shook his head at me before he pressed against me harder, his mouth once again taking mine. I guessed my stubbly legs didn't matter to him… my hands found his neck again as he took the breath away from my mouth. He bunched up my hair and I pulled him closer to me and I soon felt his finger slip between my thighs.

"This is a really bad id—." I gasped against his lips and my words fell short, feeling his finger inside me and moving at a slow rhythm. But it didn't stop me from leaning my body to his touch. His lips were soon gone and they moved onto my jaw, to my neck. My eyes rolled up as they closed, my hand going into his hair and moving his head more toward me. I nearly shuddered as I felt his finger go deeper. I felt his teeth nibble on certain spots on my neck, his tongue covering several inches of it.

This wasn't like anything I ever imagined—it was better. He barely had given me a chance to breathe, between the hot water pounding on us filling my nostrils and the fact he was pressing against me and doing things that my ex wouldn't have even known how to do, it was beginning to be difficult.

The rhythm he was orchestrating was playing with me, playing with me enough to get his name out of me. I spoke it softly, "Loki." The tone my voice carried nearly surprised me, but after a brief moment, I decided to pick up his chin. His eyebrows pushed together and I only breathed, "Bed."

Although, I almost did not want to move away from here, however I could breathe better outside of this bathroom. He seemed to be at an agreement with me and I reached over to shut the water off as he hoisted one of my legs around his waist. We didn't quite move right away. Before he was able to wrap my other leg around the waist of his jeans, I decided to take his shirt off so his chest was now bare. The shirt fell in the shower and I heard a growl escape him as he took my other leg, carrying me outside the shower and moving me into the room.

My lips hadn't at all left his skin as he moved us. He lowered me onto the bed, my legs were still hooked around his waist and my eyes took in his chest. He was solidly built. His shirts often hid his chest away from me and sometimes I had gotten the impression that he was lankier than built… I was glad that I was wrong. I sat up, my hands going to his belt to get rid of that, but he stopped me with a hand on top of mine. "Not yet."

Not yet? His words confused me but I had soon forgotten as I felt his lips go down on me. Just as he did with my neck, his lips went down further, touching the inner skin of my breasts, going to one of my nipples and moving his tongue along it until he felt me shiver against him… again, and then I leaned back as I felt them go to my stomach, briefly on top of my navel, before they had gone down further.

No. I wasn't into that yet. Before he even thought about it, I took his hair into my hands and shook my head. I didn't want to be teased any more, the shower was such a tease, and an unnecessary tease and I didn't want the teasing to continue. He seemed to get the hint because he didn't stop me when I had gone to his belt.

"You aren't the type to be patient, are you?"

My breathing was labored unlike his. I shook my head, pulling his belt from the loops of his jeans. I jerked him more toward me as I went to take off his jeans; the fabric was sticking to his legs, which made it difficult for me. But he had his hands on top of mine, helping me get rid of them. I expected him to be covered with underwear… you know, like boxers or briefs… boxer briefs, so you could just imagine my slight surprise when I saw nothing and was revealed to his length.

He might have seen my eyes narrow at it, and a shudder might have gone through me just thinking what that thing might do to me since it was the size as King Kong… After this, we were heading to the store opened 24 hours to introduce him to boxers… King Kong needed to be hidden.

A mental image of the time when I measured Jake's length came to my head and to be honest, it was quite small. I stopped ogling at it, however all I could think of was that one scene in the Godfather in the beginning when Sonny's wife is gossiping about Sonny's dick to her friends. Now, I could do that… if I wanted to, of course.

He only possessed my bottom lip as I pulled him closer to me, my hands gripping at his shoulders. His lips soon loosened my mouth and I had to move mine along his. His tongue managed to slither through in between kisses and I soon murmured against him, having a thought from something that I read about him, "Am I better than the horse?"

Loki paused, picking up his head as he looked up at me. I saw the frustration in his eyes and all I could do was grin at him. "The horse was male."

"That's kinky. I like that." I admitted to him honestly and I thought for a moment how I would like to hear about how that horse story came about. Honestly, wouldn't you be curious? I bit my bottom lip and squirmed slightly under him before I felt his hand on my thigh, squeezing my skin before I smoothed my hands again over his chest as I sat up, lowering them as I did so. If he teased me before, I should be able to also, right?

Yeah, apparently not.

He stopped my hand before it would go any further down him. His hand held it tightly and the grin fell off of my face. My eyebrows pulled together confused. He didn't allow me the time to ask as he spread my legs out for him further and greedily took my mouth again. However, that bothered me. I suddenly felt like his plaything, rather than a… wait a minute, why was I even doing this? How could I even do this? I put my hands on top of his chest in order to stop him from continuing, but my lips and my body worked far too quickly for my mind to stop them. My hands fell weakly from his chest. No matter how much I wanted to stop this I felt that I couldn't.

My thoughts were sprawled wildly within my head, and it was thoughts of pleasure and doubt and regret. I had gotten too involved with this now. The word 'no' would have done nicely right now, but it fell from my lips every time his lips found a part of me that they hadn't touched. I honestly didn't know what I should do as I followed his every move, as I grinded my hips along his. I conflicted with either getting out of this, pushing him off of me, and then collecting my clothes to leave the room, or continuing this and maybe regretting it in the morning.

Though, his hand moving up and down between my thighs betrayed my thoughts, his lips grazing over my skin made me want to stay where I was, and the churning in my stomach from anticipation, made me forget my thoughts so easily. They weren't coming back. He was far too persuasive for me to get up and leave.

I felt his breath against my ear and I glanced up at him, my head whirling. My eyes must have been glazed over with both lust and desire because he had grin on his face. It was a small break that he allowed and I honestly didn't know if I was either sweaty or wet from my interrupted shower. His green eyes shone with pure lust within them as well and just me looking into them was enough for me to shudder. "I'll get you to scream my name."

Despite everything, I sniggered softly, although I heard myself wheezing as I did. I told him hoarsely, "Keep dreaming."

"You will come to me." He said to me knowingly.

I admitted to him, "I fake orgasms often."

I leaned back and pulled him on top of me without a second thought. I felt him go inside of me almost immediately, not taking any pause. I did not shudder or moan. I grinded my hips to keep to his rhythm and tried to suppress any words that wanted to come out of my mouth. His lips lingered on me and his hand moved to cup one of my breasts. He eventually pushed harder against, there was no time to be gentle, I guess according to him. My nails dug into his shoulders as I pulled at his bottom lip, biting down on it.

It took whatever amount of self-control to not give in so easily. I would allow myself to moan here and there, but it pained me to not cry out. He would growl irritated with me and would be more aggressive toward me. His lips found my sensitive places, along my neck, my earlobe and once he did I felt my self-control waver. With each thrust, my breath fell short and I grounded my teeth when I felt his name come out.

My forehead fell against his and briefly I opened my eyes only to see his looking into mine. His green eyes were always intense; they scared me whenever they were intense like they were. But for right now, I tried to make it seem like I wasn't frightened. I shook it off before I pressed my lips against, tightening my leg around his waist with the aid of his hand and took whatever he gave me, no matter what pain it caused me, I didn't care. It didn't just cause me pain; it also made me tremble with pleasure.

It all became a blur eventually. He didn't pull out after a short time. It went on for a while because of my stubbornness. He caught onto what I was doing though; he saw that I was trying to suppress my cries, my groans, and my moans, though I allowed those because I wasn't able to control them. He paused, going to my earlobe, taking it in his mouth and allowing his tongue to play with it. I shuddered against him and heard his hard breathing and his words, "Say my name."

I did. Softly, I breathed, "Loki."

"Not loud enough." He nearly hissed as he thrust himself into me again. I groaned from it, my hips were beginning to ache, I felt myself almost reach my peak no matter how hard I tried to sustain it. His lips found my jaw and nipped at it before I heard him say it again before pushing into me, "Say it."

He knew. Oh god, did he know. I knew I couldn't do it any more, I felt myself giving in. I felt the shuddering breaths wanting to erupt out of me. My nails dug deeper into his skin and I cried out his name, shuddering against as his rough rhythm finally paused. I didn't want to believe what just came out of my mouth. I felt my stomach do a flip in disbelief as I opened my eyes and looked up at him in complete shock.

Soon, I felt relief. He pulled out and though I barely felt it, I knew my hips and my thighs ached. Loki fell beside me, his eyes lazily going toward the television where the 'Adult film' category was still highlighted. I didn't know if I could speak. I heard him breathing just as unevenly as I was. "You sustained long for a mortal." He told me.

I laughed weakly and for some reason, I felt a flush of heat gather on my cheeks. That made me blush? He, complimenting my stamina, flattered me. "Yeah… you did too." I allowed my hand to go on top of his chest, feeling how smooth it was and the sweat on top of it. I felt the sweat drip from my brow and gross because of me reeking of sex. I just took a shower. But I didn't have the strength to get up and take another one. I just wanted to lay here. I looked up at him to see his long hair askew. He had terrific sex hair. "You never answered my question… was I better than the horse?"

"I… am not answering that." He told me between breaths. I didn't want him to. I probably wasn't better than the horse and he was sparing me from the answer… that was sweet of him. I sat up, leaning forward realizing now that the candy I threw on the bed before weren't here. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for my candy." I didn't bother covering myself like a lady would. There was no point to because we weren't exactly strangers to each other's body any more. I saw my bad of Raisinets, full and ready to eat, and my bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups sprawled out on the floor. The bag was opened. I crouched down to inspect it and said to him, "You ate my peanut butter cups?"

I took my bag of Raisinets from the floor before lying down next to him, going under the covers like a decent human being. He was apparently a decent human being, god, as well for he was under the covers. I took the remote in my hand. I didn't want to think about what just happened here. Though it might have been unsanitary eating candy on a sex-ridden bed, I was okay with it. I didn't want to think of it. "I was hungry." He told me lamely.

I opened the bag and popped a chocolate covered raisin in my mouth. "Awful excuse." I clicked the 'Adult Film' category. "These are better anyway." I gestured toward the bag between us. Loki glanced down at the bag. He didn't make to try one. He scrunched his nose at the candy, actually, but I made sure to take one in my hand and pop it inside of his mouth. I watched him chew the chocolate covered raisin before I noticed him pause and spit out the raisin onto the ground. "Was it necessary to litter?"

"That was vile."

"More for me then." I said pouring a few more in my mouth. I felt his eyes on me, confused green eyes, as I looked at the titles of the porn they had, nearly cringing at some of the names. I tried to ignore him, I tried to ignore this feeling in my stomach, and I tried to stop myself from feeling physically and emotionally drained.

I didn't want to think about what I just did. No, I didn't want to think about it. I wanted to carry on like it was a casual thing, not something that made my stomach flip or something that quenched my desires. I was mortified somewhat that he got me to do what he wanted me to do. The funny thing is, I think he knew that. "Alex." He said to me, almost gently. I didn't answer him stopping at a peculiar title.

The Iron, The Captain, & The Hammer… oh my. Now, thinking about I think the Avengers would want to hear about the porn I found about them. That reference title and the pointless, over-dramatized plot now made sense. I read the description of it, only to have the remote snatched out of my hands. "Hey!" I yelled, reaching for it, only to have Loki shut off the television and throw the remote to the other side of the room. He took the bag of Raisinets off the bed as well. My jaw clenched and my eyes fluttered shut as I felt his leg on top of mine.

No, I wasn't doing this again. I turned my head toward him. "I'm not your whore."

"I never said you were." Loki replied to me smoothly. "We don't really need to watch others take part in this act when we can do it ourselves, do we?"

"We already did the act." I told him, however his hands soon convinced me. His slender fingers wrapped around my arms. But I didn't want to. My mind screamed that it didn't want to, knowing that it was a bad idea. However, just as I did, I silenced my thoughts and felt his lips on my throat.

As I said before, the boundaries now were blurred; there was a point that I should have never gone past because I knew that I wasn't able to return from it. I was playing at a dangerous game and we both were… or I was the only one playing it.

Either way, he was dealing the cards now and I had to deal with the cards that were being dealt to me. I was no longer in control.


God, why can't I write this many words in one day for NaNo, huh? Sorry if that smut scene wasn't good, was my first time and I was paranoid throughout… and blushing slightly while writing it… (at least I admit these things, okay?!)… so if that was an inadequate smut scene… sorry… I was experimenting.

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter and that slight vision of the future of this story! Keep in mind, while Alex is telling us her story, she is also telling her story to the Avengers… who made their lovely appearance here.

But, wow, thank you all for the overwhelming amount of support I've received for this story last time. Honestly, you guys are awesome and I didn't expect you guys to really like this story, honestly. I thought this was going to be one of those stories that I delete because I had no readers, now I can never see myself deleting it. I honestly grin stupidly at my phone email or my laptop.

Anyway, thank you all for reading, truly. It means a lot. Uh, anything else to say? I don't know, I think I'm going to pass out now because I managed to shell out this chapter during NaNo (skipping class while doing so), which is another Loki/OC story Pre-Thor, which is really fun to write also. Oh, yes, important something I have to say, okay, so I'm doing video updates now on Facebook page, so if you want to like the page for that you can—I ramble a lot during them. And if you haven't liked the page yet, the link is on my profile and it is a fun time… I mean, I think I'm fun right? Oh, and there's also sneak previews of chapters and fun stuff. The playlist is up, I just have to put the link on my profile, but I'm adding songs as I go along in the story and sometimes they aren't always songs… if that makes sense. But I have to warn you, I like musicals, so there are likely songs from them (but they will have relevance to the story I promise!) and then you have the goofy songs, like a certain one…

Okay, don't know when the next chapter will be because of NaNo, but we shall see! :) See you next time!

Tiana