Loki bit his tongue to hold back a moan. He could practically smell her, and the fact he had caused her to become like this didn't escape him, in fact his black pants were becoming slightly uncomfortable, and he was glad she was facing away from him, as she would have likely tried to karate chop him for his audacity.

Not that she would win, even though it was her dream, he was in control.

Her skin felt soft as his silk pants, and was the delicious color of cream, with freckles like specks of cinnamon.

He leaned down, close enough to smell her hair and was delighted to note her sharp intake of breath.

He turned to whisper in her ear,

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. But I might hurt you if you don't cut the shit and kiss me."

In a blur of speed that might faze another mortal, she was up from the chair and fiercely capturing his lips in her own. Lush and soft, and tasting a bit like her mint chap-stick, he found himself unable to find a retort.

The heat nearly radiated off her lace covered breasts as they pressed against his shirt, and he decided to just go with the moment. He hadn't intended this, but now she was in the lead and he had no problem with where things were headed.

She pressed a hand to his chest, not without noticing how his breathing had sped up as well, and she began to walk him backwards to the enormous black sheeted bed that had appeared on the other side of the room.

"Neat trick, my lord." She looked at him from under her eyelids, and licked her lips, and he bent down to kiss her again, as his hands swiftly began to unbutton his shirt.

She put her hands around his now bare neck and wove a hand through his long dark hair absentmindedly.

After he discarded his shirt, his hands snaked their way around her back, and right before he undid her bra, she shook her head, nodding to the lights.

"Turn them down a bit. I…"

She broke off and looked away.

"You're stunning, and exquisite creature, and if you were from Asgard, you would be worshiped night and day. As it is, you should be here as well." He brushed a stray lock of red hair out of her eyes, and kissed her, more gently this time, and he slowly pulled off her bra.

They collapsed onto the bed, and the feel of Loki's bare chest against hers only served to highten her anticipation.

The last time they had slept together, it had been a lie. This time, it wasn't real, but felt true.

His hands made their way down her hips, and he stopped with his thumbs looped in the elastic of her boxers, their eyes met, and she nodded.

He slid them down and off and closed his eyes, just breathing in the scent of her arousal.

After he pleasured her, and showed just how useful his silver tongue could be, he crawled back up to hover over her, his pants suddenly gone, and the weight of his arousal pressing against her thigh, he thrust in swiftly.

She wrapped her legs around his back forcing him in deeper.

She gasped and began meeting him thrust for thrust.

She bit her lip as she felt her climax approaching, and the labored breathing she could feel through his chest indicated his was as well.

Her nails made a ragged path down his back, and he hissed, not from pain, but the fact that he was causing her to turn in to a wildcat.

He came with a roar, and swore he saw stars.

Seconds after he pulled back and turned over, she reached down below the bed, grasping the hard cold steel into her hands, and turned back to shove it in his face,

"This is for Clint." He had barely registered the Glock 17 in his face before he heard the click, saw the flash, and awoke with a start, bright white having exploded in front of his eyelids.


A/N: Anyone else cheer when she shot him? My muse came up with this and I almost cried. So darn ironic.