She walks towards him, only half lit, the gloom seeming throw her curves into more dramatic shapes, almost serpentine... he realizes she is naked. He is naked as well. His breath catches in his throat. He can see the light glinting off the white-blonde of her hair, making her eyes dark holes in a face graced by a knowing, seductive smile. Loki feels himself smiling back. His eyes drink in her form, he can see the small tattoo of a rose on her inner ankle, she smells of roses as she approaches him...

She reaches him, stops with her face an inch from his chest, looks up at him, but doesn't touch him. He feels himself grow hard as he stares at her, feels his hands rising to her skin of their own volition. He contacts her hips and it's like an electric shock travels through her and into him; she gasps, her eyes go wider but never leave his, her lips part as she breathes in deeply.

His hands slide up her sides and encircle her, crushing her form to his, skin-to-skin contact searing up and down their bodies. He can feel his erection pressed against her stomach, and he moans, bends to kiss her. Her hands come alive, shooting up to grab his head at the base of his skull, crushing his lips to hers as she pushes hard against him, grinds herself against his cock. Oh god, he needs to be inside her...she's leaning against him, he's got his back to the wall, he feels weak in the knees from the lust pounding through his body. His hands find their way to her ass, grabbing hard, lifting her up against him as he moves away from the wall to fall to his knees, dragging them both to the ground. It feels like his body is on fire, like he can't stop what's lit and is now consuming him.

He keeps kissing her as their arms and legs entangle, she bites his lip and he pulls his face away long enough to see the look on her face as he repositions and pushes himself into her hard and sudden. She moans as her eyes roll back in her head, and the sound of her in complete ecstasy makes him almost lose it, then and there... he begins to thrust, hard and fast, letting his weight grind into her, one arm wrapped around her, the other cradling her head, his hand tangled in her hair, tugging in rhythm with his thrusting. He can't stop watching her face, taking pleasure in every gasp and hitch in her breath, every whispered "please" and "more". He can feel his orgasm building, feels how tight she is inside all around his length...

Loki awoke suddenly, confused and aroused beyond belief. Gods in Asgard... what was that? He thought to himself groggily. He tried to roll over, get up out of his bed, but he was too tangled in his covers, and instead managed to wriggle to the edge of the huge four poster he had installed in the only room of their safe house worthy of being his lodgings for now. Writhing, he managed to sit up and get his feet on the freezing cold tile floor, shocking himself further awake and away from the dream.

Untangling an arm, he scrubbed his face with his free hand and ran it through his hair, staring out the window at the full moon that seemed to hang close enough for him to reach and snatch it out of the sky. Asgard had no moon; it was one of the few things he was fascinated by on this wretched planet, its cycle of waxing and waning, a bright disc hanging in the darkness, disrupting his favourite cover; nighttime. At least it was a lovely disruption. Like Sara...

He let himself lay back on the bed, his feet still on the ground; he knew what his problem was. The girl. Little Spy. Sara. Had his men found her yet? She'd be damn near impossible to extract now... Loki had become consumed by thoughts of her. He seemed to have lost almost all interest in the TARDIS, much to Moriarty's dismay. Not much that shit can do about it, he thought to himself. I am a god, I will do as I please in this realm, that blue box has waited almost a thousand years, it can wait a little more. I'll have both, and Moriarty be damned. Loki smiled as he curled back up into his bedsheets, falling asleep with visions of Sara flitting through his mind.

Sara stared out the window of the armoured car almost vacantly, gazing up at the full moon. It seemed huge to her fuzzed out brain. Shiny... the car hit a bump, jerking her out of her stupor. She fell against Natasha, giggling softly. Natasha rolled her eyes. God, I thought Tony got silly... the girl is completely out of it! What happened to make her want a high this badly?

"Sara."

"Yeeeesssss, Natasha?" Sara smiled goofily up at the spy, leaning on her shoulder, eyes wide and innocent as was possible, given the situation.

"Maybe once you've come down a bit, we can talk about what happened... you seem stressed out by it. Talking might help. If it doesn't, I'm here and I can make sure you're ok."

Sara could feel herself starting to spiral down out of the high; she seemed to have reached a point where she was coherent, if not completely sensical. "Natasha... weird stuff happened. I, um, I don't think you'd approve, and I will not talk about it in a spy car all bugged to the nines with... bugs? And such. Wine first?"

Natasha smiled down at Sara. "Sure. Wine first. And I can promise you that you can talk to me in confidence. Really. I work for people other than Director Fury, remember."

The car slowed as it pulled into a long driveway, lined with hedges; Sara hadn't even paid attention to where they were going. The safe house was apparently some sort of rather ritzy estate. Natasha was amused by the look of awe on Sara's face when the house came into view; it was Victorian, beautifully restored, and bigger than any house she had ever seen. "Tony bought this place as a 'summer home' for when he visits friends in the area. Pays to have rich friends, doesn't it?" Sara could only nod dumbly.

Once they were led inside by large, anonymous looking men in immaculate suits, Sara and Natasha were immediately shown to a large library of some sort, ensconced in comfy chairs, and told to enjoy their stay. Sara was lost in her marijuana haze, staring at all the books on the walls. It was dim and cozy in the library, with rich Persian carpets and a fireplace at one end of the room, emitting waves of heat that seemed the perfect thing to ward off the damp of the incessant rain. As if by magic, another anonymous suit appeared with a large bottle of deeply ruby red wine, and two delicate stemmed glasses. Leaving these on the table, he melted out of the room discretely as Natasha leaned over, pour the wine as she glanced at Sara.

"So." Natasha sipped her wine delicately, enjoying the rich perfume of it before swallowing.

"Want to talk about what happened with Loki?"

Sherlock came awake slowly, swimming up through a deep, groggily pleasant sleep into the waking world. The sound of the incessant rain on the windows of his hotel room reached his ears; he smiled, enjoying the white-noise pattering, and moved to stretch his legs out straight whilst simultaneously pulling his arms above his head.

He jerked awake suddenly as the motion of his arms was impeded by the woman lying in them. Dear God, it hadn't been a dream! He felt ecstatic... and then a bolt of terror shot through him. She had obviously been drinking at the bar before they met; what if she regretted what had happened? What if she felt that he had taken advantage of her? He stared desperately at her still sleeping face, gone calm and relaxed in a deep sleep. As he watched, her eyelids fluttered, and she came awake to him staring her in the eye.

Laurel started, and then relaxed against him, remembering where she was and what had happened last night. A lazy smile made its way across her face as she snuggled in closer to the detective, making him gasp as she shoved her cold feet against his legs. She laughed softly, but didn't pull away. "Sorry about that, but I'm always cold! Hope you're a bit of a furnace, it's nice to have somebody warm to sleep next to." Laurel's gaze traveled back to his, trying to read his expression. He seemed... stunned? Oh god, I hope it's a good stunned, not a 'get the hell out, why are you still here?' stunned...

"Um, I can uh, take off, if you want... I know some people don't sleep well with me snoring away next to me, if you need some rest..."

"I don't intend on getting out of this bed until at least noon, and as your legs are now tangled in mine, I don't see that you'll be able to leave much before that either."

"Oh. I mean, good! Awesome. Good." Laurel felt herself start to blush, and covered it up by snuggling closer into Sherlock's chest. He smelled of rain and wet wool, probably from his heavy coat, which he had flung unceremoniously across the room the night before. As her arms tightened around his torso, she felt his arms tightening around her. Good so far.

"I had a good night. A really wonderful night. Can we do that again soon?"

"We'll be doing it again tonight, so long as we aren't out and about on the case. I get the feeling our friend Natasha isn't going to let us much out of her sight... I'm sure I can work a way out for us, however."

"Sherlock! You bad boy! You're going to try and escape the clutches of an international spy?"

"I'm not. We are. And we are most certainly going to succeed, even spies are trained to look for patterns and people who stick out. I assure you that there will be somebody she isn't looking for, so that's who we'll be. I also intend to take you out for dinner. Proper dinner."

Laurel looked up at him questioningly. "Are you sure you won't get bored with me? I doubt we have much in common to talk about...not that you seem like the talking type..."

He smiled down at her. Oh wow, she thought, he needs to do that more often. At this close a range. Wow.

"Even if you aren't as brilliant as me, you're at least willing to learn. Perhaps you'll learn a thing or two over dim sum."

It was at this exact moment that the hotel room door beeped to announce the use of the key card to open the lock. John Watson breezed in, obviously expecting to find Sherlock alone.

"Sherlock, are you still asleep, that isn't like you! Listen, I don't think Natasha is here right now, her little minions won't let me..." the words died in his throat as he took in the room around him, his eyes finally wandering from the scattered clothes to the pair in the bed. He smiled, suddenly and widely.

"Good lord, you two, tied one on last night, did we?"

Sara sat in the plush chair in front of the roaring fireplace, located to the far right of the library. She had a glass of wine in one hand and was clutching a very old edition of Hamlet to her chest. "The Dane would know exactly what to do in this situation." She muttered to herself, taking a small sip of wine. "He'd just kill everyone and then die accidentally himself...what am I talking about?"

Natasha arched an eyebrow, "Sara, if anyone can understand what Loki can accomplish with only a few words it's me, whatever he put you through, you can tell me."

Sara rolled her eyes, and turned her gaze towards the frosted windows, seeing only darkness and beads of raindrops continuously dripping down the pane. Suddenly she put her glass down. "Jarvis?" she asked aloud, wondering if her theory was correct.

"Yes ?" A polite British voice answered her.

Sara smiled, "You don't run on power, do you?" she already knew the answer from the information she'd been given upon being hired by the Avengers Director.

"No, Ms. I am run by an arc reactor."

"Which means that your energy in endless, regardless of any blackout or anything to that effect." She concluded.

"Yes." The voice answered. "Unless something were to shut down the arc reactor, but even then I am to be rerouted to the reactor located in New York which would power me for at least a year before another was placed here in England. Would you like me to patch you through to so you two can talk about this amongst yourselves?"

"No, thank you." Sara said, and then added, "One more thing, you run all of the security clearances and procedures in this house?"

"Indeed I do, and my counterparts take care of all security measures at Stark Industries in New York, Los Angeles and also the other Stark residences'."

"Thank you very much, Jarvis. That will be all." Sara said, dismissing the robotic system. She looked back to Natasha, putting her glass down, wishing that she had a joint, she was slowly coming down from her high and felt as though that last conversation was far too clear than she had wanted it to be. "There you are. You need Tony to install another Jarvis at the archives. It's the only way we'll be able to better protect everything in there."

Natasha frowned, putting her wine glass down on the table located between her and Sara. "Someone broke in." She mused out loud. "They broke in and then took you, which means that they wanted you to decipher something for them." She nodded, accepting this new information. "We thought that you were taken so they could more easily gain access to the archives."

"You're joking right?" She arched an eyebrow, "Laurel, Sherlock and the Doctor managed to get in within minutes—do you seriously think a God and a criminal mastermind can't manage to sneak in?" she laughed and began to flip through Hamlet, not paying attention to any of the words. "No, they had what they wanted when they took me." She looked up at Natasha, "Why did you choose me to be your archivist?"

"You were qualified." She replied.

"I had a certificate from a college, not a master's degree from a university." Sara took a breath and put the book down, picking the wine glass back up and taking a large sip from it, not bothering to taste it. "You hired me because I was interested in everything the Avengers Initiative did. I was obsessed with it. Every aspect; I had an odd unique knowledge on, which surprised even Director Fury. After you gave me access to the files and archives I was obsessed, I know more about the Avengers that even you do." She said. Whatever was left of the drugs in her system had turned from silliness to a dark kind of clarity. She knew what she was saying, she knew she had to be honest, and this was the only time she could do it. She was just stoned enough that it gave her courage for what she had to admit. "I was compromised specifically because Loki knew that I knew everything he didn't."

"Alright, you're right." Natasha decided to be completely honest as well, knowing that it would be the only way that Sara would open up to her. "At first we were suspicious of you, but when we did all the background checks we knew that you had to work for us, you knew too much to just be left to your own devices."

"I was more of a pawn then a worker. You caged me in the archives in the form of a job, knowing that this way I could keep all my knowledge to myself and only use it for your own purposes. I'd be a danger to your initiative if anyone else had gotten to me." She said, nodding her head. She'd always suspected this, but never voiced it out loud. Having Natasha sitting across from her giving her a sullen look...she knew that she'd been right. She was more of a prisoner of the Avengers than an actual co-worker or part of the team. It was an illusion built for a sad bookish girl who knew too much. "You're lucky that I was so excited about this job and to be part of the team that I didn't tell Loki anything. I listened to everything you taught me and kept all your secrets."

Natasha looked down at the carpet beneath her chair. "I'm sorry. You're right. That's how it started, but Sara, you have to believe that I do really like you, as a friend. I volunteered to come and save you; it wasn't about saving you before you gave up any information, it was about saving you because I didn't want anything horrible to happen to you."

"Firstly!" Sara snapped, "That may have been your intention, but the only reason you were allowed to come get me was because Fury didn't want to risk me telling Loki anything. Secondly, you hardly got to me in time." She sneered, drinking the rest of her wine and placing the glass on the table.

"What did he say to you?" Natasha's eyes were wide in sorrow. She'd never seen Sara like this, it upset her. Whatever had happened was bad, worse than she had originally thought.

"You think you'll understand?" Sara asked.

Natasha nodded, "He's horrible, his words are toxic and are enough to rip you apart inside."

Sara started to laugh, at first it was a light chuckle, and then a dark almost maniacal laughter. "If only he'd used his words." She muttered. She leaned towards Natasha. "He threw me down onto my knees, holding me in place, and then he continued to fuck my mouth."

Natasha was frozen in horror. She hadn't any idea of what to say to Sara. Never had she thought Loki would ever do something like that. He was so repulsed by the human race, there was just no way...but it would make sense with how Sara had been acting. Natasha shook her head slightly, trying to disperse her cluttered thoughts and trying to make sense of all of this.

"So now you know." She stood up and looked down at her friend, who was still too shocked to answer. "That's not even the worst part." She said, figuring that she had come this far, there was no stopping her now. "The worst thing is that I enjoyed it. Not only am I compromised, and no longer caged in the archives, but I'm sure you can run back to Fury and let him know that I might be a double agent, because I loved sucking Loki's cock. You can lock me up in a jail forever." She began to walk out of the room, but suddenly turned around and grabbed the nearly full bottle of red wine. "I'm very thirsty all of a sudden." She said, and then stormed out of the room, leaving Natasha staring at the empty chair, still not knowing if she could actually believe what Sara had just told her.