A/N: This was an anonymous request. Please be aware of the increase in rating and that there is a very good reason for it before you proceed. ;)
There are times when Jane thinks she's hit the jackpot: dating a man with the face of an angel and the body of a male model, who, at the time same, can keep up with her intellectually and is never predictable.
Then there are times when Jane remembers all that crazy 'world domination' stuff Loki used to be about. And then there are times when Loki proves himself to be really no different than any other man.
"Please?"
She inches down the length of Loki's body, devoid of all but loose fitting pajama pants, which she now slides off of him to reveal his throbbing arousal. He groans when she wraps her tongue around the shaft, licking up and down in slow, fluid motions.
"Pretty please?"
She takes the whole of him into her mouth, sucking liberally as he grips the sides of her head, holding her gently in place.
"I... will not... never..."
Jane cradles his balls between her fingers, and he gasps and bucks instinctively. Jane somehow avoids gagging long enough to finish him. He releases into her mouth and Jane swallows it back in one big gulp. The aftertaste will persist for some time, but the heated kiss that follows takes away some of it. Loki's tongue sweeps along her mouth, running the line of her teeth before he stops to catch his breath.
They lay tangled in each other's arms for some time. Maybe it's an hour, maybe it's five minutes. Jane can't be sure. After a while, she nudges him.
"So, will you do it?"
At first, Loki is silent. Jane thinks that he might have fallen asleep until she looks up and sees him watching her. His eyes are burning, and Jane has no time to prepare before he attacks. He throws her onto her back, pressing her down with his body. His mouth latches onto her throat and trails a heady line to her lips. While Jane is distracted with that, Loki thrusts into her. Jane's gasp is swallowed up by his tongue, as he moves at a steadily increasing pace. He slides almost all the way out, then slams back in. So many times that Jane can't be bothered counting.
Her higher brain functions turn to mush as he brings her closer and closer to the moon and then pushes her over. Jane screams openly, he wants to hear this. Her climax roars through her as he grunts and lets himself go as well.
Their cooling bodies come to rest amid torn, ruined sheets. Loki raises himself up, already having regained himself while she is still struggling to string two words together (curse his stamina).
He presses a kiss to her forehead, taking in her glazed over eyes and sweat drenched skin. He grins.
"Oh, how could I say no to a face like that?"
The doorbell rings five times in quick succession. Like always, Darcy follows by unlocking the door herself and barging in with a kick and a shout.
"Good afternoon, lovebirds! You'd better not be getting it on in there, because it is sixteen hours to Valentine's Day and if I don't find the right gift for Ian, nobody will be sleeping tonight! Also, I was thinking we'd stop at the Apple store afterwards..."
Loki rolls his eyes, and Jane can't exactly blame him. Getting out of bed, his clothes form around him as he walks out of the room.
"I'd only do this for you, Jane," he says.
Jane rests her head in her hands and she grins.
"I know."
"HELLOOOO? Is someone taking me to the mall or what? Jane! Loki! One of you, put your pants back on and get out here!"
Loki exhales hard through his teeth.
"Only for you."