Hey loves! Thank you for all of the reviews and faves! It makes me really happy to know that you are all liking this story. Here's the next chap, once again it gets a little explicit. Enjoy and let me know what you think! ;)
Darcy realized that she should probably take a shower, but she didn't want to, at least not right away. Some sentimental impulse made her want to keep the scent of him covering her body, that smell of incense and snow. Then a thought occurred to her, hammering across her brain. ''I'm not on birth control!'' she exclaimed, seized with panic. Loki looked at her strangely. ''Yes, and?''
''I'm not on birth control! We just had unprotected sex!''
He rolled his eyes. ''Please. I'm not an idiot. You have nothing to worry about.''
She relaxed mildly, her heart climbed down out of her throat. ''Really?''
''Really. I have no desire for you to return to SHIELD pregnant. Your friend Foster would probably have me flayed alive. Or she'd try, anyhow.''
''Oh. Ok. If you're sure. But how-''
''I have my ways,'' he said. ''And they're more reliable than your methods, trust me.''
This news made Darcy quite happy and relieved, as she secretly hoped to repeat the events of the past hour. She didn't know if they would be continuing these activities once they returned home and so she wanted as much as she could get. She fervently hoped that he did too. But she wasn't going to get attached to Loki, she assured herself firmly. This was just about sex. For the moment, they were colleagues with benefits, nothing more.
They fell back into work mode after that, both of them less distracted and more able to think constructively. Loki went to the observatory to examine some of the old equipment there, while Darcy continued on with her research, which now finally had some direction thanks to the discovery of the hidden room.
She needed some of the data files from the previous events so that she could compare them to the ones in the scientists' logs. Even if they hadn't really registered, maybe there was something that she was missing, something to indicate a pattern. The files were on Loki's laptop, so Darcy pulled it out of its case and looked for them. While she was searching, her eye caught on something. 'Chapter One, Chapter Two'...and so on. Her heart sank a little as she clicked on one of the documents and it opened to reveal some very familiar words. It appeared that not only had Loki indeed read her story that night he'd mistakenly taken her flash drive—but he'd gone onto her laptop while she wasn't looking to deliberately find the rest of them. Why? This made Darcy wonder instantly about the other things that they'd done. What was his real motivation? Was this all just some sort of weird game for him? Her face grew hot as she quickly focused on getting the files that she needed. She still had a job to do, after all.
Just then, Loki walked back into the room. His eyes narrowed a little when he saw Darcy with his computer, and hers narrowed right back. He scolded himself for not locking it. This was some weird form of karmic justice, he decided. He hated karma.
''Just looking for some files,'' she said, with some acid in the words. ''But I think I might have found the wrong ones. You did read my story.''
''Yes,'' he replied simply, knowing that there was no point in denying it.
''And not only did you read it, but then you deliberately went onto my personal computer and found the rest of what I'd written.''
''Yes.''
''You violated my privacy.''
''Yes.''
''Why? Did you do it all to mess with me because I based Mr. Lamont off of you?''
Loki looked a little surprised at this, Darcy noticed, but then again deception was second nature to him. And yet...
''Really?'' he asked, raising an eyebrow. ''Always?''
She rolled her eyes. ''Don't play dumb. Yes, always, since I started writing it. I saw you walk by one day and you were all...dark and bad and stuff, so it worked out. Seriously, am I just...something to keep you entertained?''
He smiled. ''Well, I certainly find you quite entertaining. I read your story because I was intrigued by it. And by you.''
She moved closer. Glaring at him, Darcy said, ''Are you serious? So, the whole time were you just plotting to get into my pants?''
''No,'' Loki insisted. ''That was an afterthought.''
She shoved him, which made little impact. He barely moved. ''And just on a creative note, I think that you could come up with a better name than Violet Delancey,'' he told her. In response, she shoved him again, harder. He laughed. ''There's my girl! You know I like it a bit rough, too.''
''Oh, you're so fucking infuriating,'' she grumbled, turning and stalking out of the room. She heard him laugh again as she departed.
Darcy took several brisk walks around the house. Passing by a mirror in the hallway, she caught her reflection and noticed that she had a serious case of sex hair, which she tried to comb out with her fingers. She also noticed the rather intense love bites on her neck. ''Fucking vampire,'' she mumbled, though she couldn't help but feel flushed at the memory of how they had gotten there. She was definitely a bit of a freak, she was realising. And she didn't mind it one bit. Oh well. She had a large collection of scarves at home.
Once she'd calmed, she forced herself to be mature and adult about the whole matter. What was done was done. And regardless of whether Loki was just playing with her or not, she was definitely getting something out of it too, so what did it matter? The snow seemed to be letting up the slightest bit, Darcy noticed as she walked by one of the large windows. She wondered if this meant that they would soon have to leave. She really didn't want Fury to order them back before they had a chance to finish their investigation. And...well...she was having a lot of fun and didn't necessarily want to return to desks and offices and endless data entry.
''How's it going,'' she asked, returning to the room and sitting down beside Loki. ''Did you figure out what those sorcerer-astronomers were trying to do?''
''It was certainly complicated,'' he admitted, nodding towards the stack of leather-bound journals lying on the table. ''A unique, almost ingenious blend of magic and science. They observed what they called 'blind spots' in the universe every so often. Times when phenomena would occur and leave tangible signs but not be observable while they were happening. The scientists believed that these blind spots were...supernatural in origin somehow, or portents. They wanted to grip or harness a 'vortex of power' that would occur along with the blind spot.'' He read aloud from the notebook. ''We have found that these possess great intelligence, able to make manifest not only great wonders from the sky, but also on Earth. Many of us have found that during these times that which we conceive of in our minds can become real.''
''Black hole,'' Darcy remembered suddenly. ''That thing that Jane was working on, the thing that led to all this...what if those blind spots and vortexes of power are happening again? It sure sounds like it. And this house,'' she continued, gesturing around. ''Since you've read it, I'm sure by now you've realized that it's almost identical to the one in my story. What I conceived of in my mind is becoming real...right down to...'' She motioned between their bodies.
''Perhaps,'' he said with a shrug. ''But there's still something else going on, and it's centered here.''
''Come on,'' she said, abruptly getting to her feet. ''I need to clear my head, let's go swimming.'' Darcy wasn't sure where the idea came from, but it was a good one, she decided. It was a chance to get semi-clean, too. Or perhaps more dirty, depending. All sorts of naughty things could happen in a swimming pool, after all.
Loki's mind immediately flashed back to the memory of her stepping out of the pool, a memory that he'd preserved in very explicit detail. ''Alright,'' he agreed slowly, following her down the hall to the pool room, thinking that this could get very interesting. He hoped that her mind was going in the same direction that his was. She seemed to have forgiven him for the discovery that she'd made earlier in the day, for which he was very grateful. For a minute he'd feared that she would be too furious to let him touch her again, and that would have been extremely disappointing, as he was having a very good time with Darcy. He closed the door after they entered. They looked at each other for a minute. ''Take off your clothes,'' she said.
He smirked. ''You first.''
''Ok,'' she agreed grudgingly, and began pulling off her shirt.
''No,'' he told her. ''Do it slowly.''
Darcy rolled her eyes but then fell into the rhythm of a rather seductive striptease, the motions making her feel surprisingly powerful instead of awkward. There was heat sparking in Loki's eyes as he watched her body being revealed to him. When she was done she moved towards the pool. She stood on the top step then paused, putting her hands on her hips. ''Your turn, Mister. Let's go, take it off.''
She stared admiringly as he obliged her, until he was also naked. He walked over to her, gave her a wicked grin, and then unceremoniously shoved her into the water. Darcy popped up with a splash, her hair hanging into her face. ''Jerk,'' she muttered. ''And to think, I was going to be nice to you,'' she added as he joined her in the water. Loki raised an eyebrow. ''Oh, were you?''
''Yes, but now I'm not so sure.''
''I'll bet I can get you to change your mind,'' he said. ''I can be very persuasive.''
''Oh yeah?'' she swam away from him. He caught her easily, pulling her against him, trapping her to his body so that she was once again facing away from him. Darcy huffed in annoyance. ''Why do you never let me look at you?'' she demanded.
''I want you to rely on your other senses,'' Loki answered. Though this was only half of the truth, and not a very large half, at that. Having her so close had made him completely hard now and so he nudged her legs open and slid his cock between them, not penetrating her but just teasingly stroking back and forth. She trembled at the friction, rocking against him, her body getting excited. His hold on her was tight, possessive, and it made Darcy feel strangely safe and right. One of his hands slid down and began to rub her swelling clitoris while he continued to slide his hard prick between her legs. The combined stimulation made her moan and then he added more, his other hand seeking out one of her breasts.
Darcy tried to squirm a little in his arms but Loki held her still. All the teasing touches were making her crazy, revving her up and giving her no release. The hand between her legs began to more more quickly, finally granting her some of what she needed. Her head fell back against him. ''Mmm...yes.'' She started wriggling her hips, trying to grind on his long fingers and his cock. Loki abruptly stopped, pulling his hand away.
''Hey!'' she cried, annoyed.
''Hey nothing,'' he replied. ''You have to learn to be patient, to wait for what you want. Haven't you ever heard of delayed gratification?''
She grunted in reply. He held her for another torturous minute, halting also the motions of his hips, just letting his erection rest between her legs. He kept fondling her breasts, though, simply because he couldn't help himself. She could feel his cool breath on her neck. Loki started kissing her, soft kisses at first like snowflakes landing on her skin but then more insistent. His mouth fastened against a spot where neck met shoulder, yet another spot that he decided to mark as his. He sucked at it as he pinched her nipple, hard, and then his teeth dug into her skin. The combined sensations weren't pain—at least not in the classical sense. Rather, it caused a hot rush of excited tingles to spill through Darcy like tiny lightning bolts, making her even more aroused. 'Yep,' she thought to herself. 'I'm definitely a freak.'
Loki's hand once again sought out the hungry place between her legs, manipulating her until she was close to orgasm again. He could feel how much she wanted him. Even in the water he could tell that she was soaking, and he couldn't wait to be inside of her—but he just couldn't resist teasing Darcy, he was addicted to this odd dance that they were doing. He released her neck from his teeth, a dark and primal satisfaction pounding through his blood at the sight of the mark that he'd left. He licked over the spot with his tongue, felt her body give a delicious twitch in response. He moved their bodies so that she was facing the wall of the pool. Pushing her legs open wider, he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. ''Please,'' she begged. He slid in, but very slightly, so that only the tip of him breached her before he pulled out again.
''You've gotta be kidding me,'' she grumbled, one of her hands straying down towards her aching pussy, trying to get the relief he wasn't giving her.
''Don't you dare,'' Loki said in a warning tone. ''Put your hands on the wall.'' Darcy obeyed with some reluctance, holding onto the the side of the pool. She then felt the tip of him penetrate her again, very shallowly. She bit her lip but remained still.
''Are you going to be a good girl?'' he asked.
''Yes,'' she answered, then after a moment, prompted by some wicked impulse, she added, ''my lord.'' It worked, because he suddenly went feral, gripping her hips and thrusting fully into her. The ferocity both overwhelmed and excited her beyond belief. Darcy closed her eyes and let the sensation overtake her, the feeling of him plunging roughly and possessively in and out of her. It lit a fire in her lower belly that caught and spread through her overstimulated cunt, triggering a very sudden and very intense climax that almost caused Darcy to stop breathing for a moment. She felt him thrust more erratically, then Loki clutched her even harder, wrapping his arms around her, enveloping her body in a way that was tight and complete and utterly passionate. He bit her again, coming hard.
Once this acute frenzy had passed, he tried to catch his breath, still holding her. Loki seemed reluctant to let go and Darcy didn't mind at all. Truth be told, she was starting to like all of this a little too much. He pulled out of her and then gently turned her around. ''See me now?'' he said. He looked very proud of himself. She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. As much as she loved the things that they did, she really wanted to fuck him face to face, from start to finish. She wanted to watch his reactions, his emotions—that is, if he was feeling any. Maybe, she wondered, maybe there was no intimacy in his actions at all, maybe they were just to alleviate boredom. And yet. Something told her that wasn't true. There was something else there, some other, deeper motivation, she could just feel it. Darcy did not want to wander down this line of thinking, it was a dangerous, slippery slope. It's just sex, she reminded herself. Overwhelming, mind-shattering sex.
Loki returned the kiss. He quite liked her mouth, with her soft full lips and her eager little tongue. He broke away after a few moments of this, looking at her. Her eyes were bright and burning, her skin flushed and punctuated with dark love marks. She put her arms around his neck. ''I could get used to this,'' he said, startling himself a little with the words. Darcy smiled, but then said, ''You'll just get bored with me and then move on to something else.'' She spoke with a shrug and a casual edge in her voice, but the words still burned more than she cared to admit.
''I'm not done with you yet,'' he assured her.