On with the show!

SpyvsTailor - I will heartily take the naming of lazy toad, because I haven't given Loki enough loving lately. That must be remedied ;) hehe

loki's valkyrie - BAH! Niiiccee hehe ;) Nice to see I'm rubbing off on you.. ooer missus :o

AlyssCromwel - Ugh, tell me about it! Uni just takes up all my spare time! Btw, loving the 'bat bunnies' that amazing. *steals!*.. I'll swap you for some Loki pie ;) hehe.

Carnywolf7995 - Why thank ye' kindly *tips hat* I don't know why I'm a cowboy, but I'm a cowboy. Hope you enjoy this chappie too :)

Raimeth - Don't you just love Spy? .. and Loki, of course! Hehe. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, I know they don't compete with hers but thank you! :D

Now endeth the shout-outs. *waves hand majestically* Read!

Chapter 13 - She Needed To Get Laid

After her not-so relaxing shower, Cassie sat in her lemon, terry-cloth robe with a steaming mug of Earl Grey and waited for herself to dry off. She wasn't really in a rush to see Loki yet, not after the embarrassment she'd suffered. Staring into his moss-green eyes, watching him tentatively flick his dry lips with his wet tongue.

Oh dear god. What the hell was wrong with her?

She blew over her hot tea and took a sip to test it. She hadn't had sex in four months, that's what was wrong with her.

Cassie wasn't extremely sexually active, but she did enjoy sex. Especially good sex. The kind that curls your toes, makes you shout to Jesus and paralyses you for the next day. It wasn't like that with her ex, Gary but he had his good days. Utterly useless with his tongue though, which saddened her. Deeply. But he was a good guy, so she couldn't really complain. She took another sip from her steaming mug of calm.

She needed to have sex.

Just to get it over and done with. Just anyone.

Henton from the office was always flirting with her. He was a nice-looking guy, in a broad shoulders kind of way. But then it would be awkward around the office, and she wouldn't want to give Shooranks such an easy reason to transfer her to a lower floor.

Then, quite unexpectedly, the utterly absurd idea of her and Jimmy 'Ranks flashed across her mind. Cassie scoffed in shock and disgust, waving the idea out of her head.

Him? Ugh, please.

He'd clearly make her do all the work- not that she minded really, she kind of liked being in control but it's the principal. He wouldn't even break a sweat with it. He wouldn't even try. Wouldn't want to spoil his make-up.

Yes, Shooranks was a handsome guy, but he knew it. He purposely tousled his hair just right, or wore his pants so tight you could see his boys. She hated to admit it, but he did have really good arms though, really good.

Once again, the thought of her and Shooranks flashed across her mind again; perfect blonde hair nestled between her thighs, his large strong arms lifting her hips for a skillful tongue to access her sensitive flesh, teasing her.

Cassie imagined herself watching him please her but then, jet black began seeping through his hair from the roots. The dark colour began to spread through his hair, like colours from a wet painting running in the rain. It swept over his head like wild-fire, scorching his head to a thick, slick mass of black hair. Cassidy smiled and fantasised about running her hands through his silken hair, dragging her short fingernails over his scalp, encouraging him as her pleasured her. Then, her smile dropped.

She definitely needed some sex.

Cassie took a long gulp of slighter cooler tea and glanced at her blackberry, eight-thirty am. She decided to call her father, hearing his voice would jolt her out of this sexual stupor. She scrolled to 'Dad' and hit the green button. The low tone rang 6 times in her ear, until her father's answer machine picked up.

"Hello, Grant Sheridan here. I'm sorry I'm not available, but if you'd kindly leave a message, I'll get back to you when I can. Unless you're a telemarketer, which in that case you can jump in a river. Uh-Thank you.'

Beep.

Cassie silently chuckled through her nose at the recording, "Oh Dad, I know I said to make a new greeting message, but– " she laughed, "Oh Dad, what are you like? Anyway, just to say that Sonny's phoned and that he's okay. He's in Germany now, so he'll be hitting France for a few days and he'll be home in time for your birthday. I hope aunt Margo's not driving you too crazy with the plans," she raised her eyebrows. Aunt Margo always meant well but she was a little bit over-baring at times. Cassie supposed it was the four children she'd been laden with. "But yeah, I'll phone you later on maybe, when your awake, or back from the market. Any-whoo, speak to you soon. Love you, Daddy."

Cassie knocked off the call and lightly threw her blackberry by her side on the sofa, then clicked on the T.V, sipping her tea.

A little while later, Cassie glanced at her blackberry again, nine-fifteen am. She huffed. The good stores wouldn't be open till ten am on a Saturday, but she couldn't take any more early morning T.V. So, she turned off her television set and lifted herself off the sofa, taking her empty mug with her. She swilled her cup out, then walked over to her stereo and hit play.

Pink's 'Rockstar' blasted through the speakers, frightening the living hell out of Cassidy, making her jump and squeal. She turned the volume down and breathed.

Stupid fucking stereo.

"Are you alright?" asked a worried voice.

Cassie looked to her left and saw a concerned looking Loki at her window. Her heart fluttered and her mouth curved irresistibly into a smile.

He'd come to her side when he thought she needed him.

She blushed, "Oh, yeah." she answered, flippantly.

"I heard you scream." he pressed, gesturing a light hand at her.

"The music made me jump, that's all. Nothing to worry about. I'd forgotten I'd turned it up so loud that night you came back." she said, slowly walking over to him.

"Ah yes, I remember you wiggling and wriggling around your apartment like those television programmes you used to watch." he teased, waving his hand to the area where she'd danced.

"That's called dancing like MTV and there's nothing wrong with that." she defended herself, arriving at the window and pointing a finger at him.

They stared at each other for a few moments. She relished in the relaxing tone of his eyes, which dropped to take in her bathrobe, then returned to her face.

"You are not suitably dressed for today's adventure, it's a pleasant day in Midgard this morning and I'm afraid disgustingly coloured robes aren't in fashion here." he informed her.

"So why are you wearing one smart-ass?" she counter-acted.

Loki frowned, "This is not a robe, this is a tunic. These are royal attire." he said and gestured to himself.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, sweetie. You look like your wearing a little green dress, with all your gangster bling." she said, flicking her hands in front of her chest and pursing her lips in a pose. Loki rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that?" she shot at him.

"Nothing." he answered quickly.

"That's right, nothing. Cheek." she said, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him, which he reciprocated. Cassie shook her head, smiling. Then she broke into action.

"Right, I'll be ready in twenty minutes. You can wait here if you want. I'll put some T.V on for you, I know how you love your MTV," Cassie flicked through the channels and found an old episode of Maury on, "There you go, Maury. It'll be good for you." she smiled, pinching her shoulders upwards.

Loki watched the television, his expression turning from mild interest to utter dismay at the people who were on the show. He looked up at her desperately. Cassie laughed and held her palms up toward him.

"Twenty minutes, I promise." she said, walking into her room and shutting the door.

She'd actually taken twenty-five but Loki was so thoroughly unamused by the whole premise of the show, that she'd not been able to resist taking a little longer to get ready. She'd listened to him as he shouted at the T.V about how, 'That would never happen on Asgard!', and 'This entire situation utterly unrealistic. Look at her disheveled appearance, her crooked teeth! Why would a human allow themselves to be shown this way?'. However, her personal favourite was, 'Why are you running up the stairs? Face your fears you coward.' She'd had to cover her mouth to keep him from hearing her laughter.

His mood hadn't alleviated until they were on the way into the city, she'd played some classical music for him from the radio, which perked him up. He'd enjoyed listening to classical music when she was younger, she assumed it was the closest thing that was earthly possible to Asgard's. It was also probably why she indulged in a little Beethoven, or Mozart or a little bit of Edvard Grieg every now and then. It was embedded in her childhood.

Cassie had pulled down the passenger visor and brought out the mirror, so Loki could safely stay there while she drove. They'd talked about what she could get her father for his birthday, and he'd come up with a few suggestions, not that they were feasible on this planet but at least he'd tried.

Her father was a major Cinephile, an avid golfer and antiques enthusiast; so she'd planned on hitting a few shops and seeing what caught her eye for him. There was a limit on the antique dealers that she knew really, so that was out of the picture. Besides, her father would evaluate it, then probably try to sell it right after she gave it to him. Also, last christmas she and Sonny had teamed up to buy him a new set of fancy golf clubs, so golfing was out. Well, unless she bought him a new trolley, or a snazzy new jumper. Her only sure fire point was to go into HMV and see if she could pick up the fifth series of Soprano's for him, or maybe the first season of Entourage but that wasn't really enough for her and Sonny to get. So, she was stuck.

Loki's suggestions were more along the lines of hunting a wild animal and making him a new cloak out it's hide. Which made Cassie retch.

Walking around the mall, window-shopping as she wandered, was a harder task than she imagined with Loki in tow. The mall had been decked out ready for Halloween, with fake cobwebs adorning the windows and mannequins on display dressed up like slutty witches and fairies.

Yeah, what a holiday Halloween boiled down to. Cobwebs and sluts.

How she missed the good old days of dressing up to purposely look the ugliest, or meanest witch in town, not the sluttiest fairy on the block.

She looked into the window of a small boutique, oggling at the gorgeous bags and accessories on display, with their scattered Halloween decorations, when Loki popped out in front of her.

"What exactly is this place?" he asked, looking around disdainfully at the various people milling about.

"It's called a mall, it's where people buy things." she said, keeping her lips tight like a ventriloquist. She didn't want anyone calling the cops on a crazy lady blabbering to windows.

"Then why isn't it outside? People crying out what they are selling, bustling crowds and haggling. That's how it's done on Asgard." he said, proudly.

"Well, this isn't Asgard. We've come a little further than you lot." she said, straight-lipped.

"You've taken a step backwards!" he cried, "There's no happiness here, no life. It's all false and pre-ordained. Look! Look at these fake spiders and cobwebs hanging aloft from the ceilings. On Asgard we would kill and stuff the eight-legged beasts for display. It's hopeless here, Cassidy." he sighed.

"Oh, for goodness sake, stop complaining." she hissed, "One, that is completely disgusting and two the reason that they're fake is cause you can't kill and stuff spiders here. If your bored, why don't you find something else to do while I shop?" she suggested. Loki's eyes lit up with a malicious glint but Cassie stopped it. "Uh-uh, no mischief mister." she scolded, his face fell miserably. Cassie grinned, "Well, not too much anyway." she relented with a smirk.

Then, without another word, Loki whipped away and disappeared from the window.

Cassie stood outside the small boutique for a little while longer, before she pulled herself away. She didn't get far though. A little way down, she spotted a jewellery store's display and simply couldn't resist taking a quick peak. She loved to take a quick look at the diamonds twinkling at her, sparkling like sunlight in a stone. She walked over to the window and scanned the various beautiful necklaces, bracelets and rings, longing for the lottery to choose her this time.

Then, she spotted the most beautiful ruby pendant she had ever seen. Cassie was immediately mesmerised it, it's simplicity and yet it's beauty was stunning. She placed her hand against the glass barrier, and pressed closer to the window. The blood red tear-drop diamond was set in shining silver, surrounded by gleaming crystals that glistened like fresh snow.

And then she looked at the price. $1,200? She knew her rent was cheaper than most, but it wasn't that cheap.

So she strode on past, regrettably leaving the necklace and her palm print behind.

After browsing in the two sporting shops in the mall, she'd bought her father a new black vest jumper, with stylish, red embossing on the logo and collar. It was the only one Cassie could bear to look at, all the others were either too garish, or far too ugly.

Next, she headed towards HMV, her heels click-clacking across the tiled flooring. HMV was down on the other side of the mall, so she decided to stop for a smoothie for the journey. She picked a medium, cherry and lemon-grass smoothie, with a shot of 'energy'.

Whatever the hell that was.

She paid for her smoothie and edged down the line to the collection point. While she watched her server, 'Mattie' concoct her smoothie, she decided to engage him in some light conversation.

"If you give me a sneaky extra shot of energy, I won't tell anybody." she joked, bringing her hand up to her mouth and raising a brow. He chuckled and his voice gave an uncomfortable squeak, which he didn't seem to hear.

"I'll have to see what I can do about that. I mean you are pretty hot and hot chicks get free stuff all the time." he said, giving her a cheeky, close-mouthed smirk.

Cassie was taken a-back by his compliment. She'd been called hot before and she'd gotten free stuff because she was hot before but coming from the mouth of an ache-pocked teen was slightly unsettling.

"So, do you have a phone number?" he asked, nonchalantly, swirling the contents of the blender in his hand.

Cassie raised her eyebrows at him and laughed gently. He couldn't be more than eighteen, but he had the balls of a brass band, despite the distinct lack of testosterone in his voice and the facial hair he was apparently striving for but failed at, badly. Nothing like pube-face to get a girl weak in the knees.

"I do, but I'm not giving it to you." she said, dryly.

"Ah, come on, why not?" he protested, with a teasing smile and a whine, as her sloshed her smoothie into it's clear, plastic container.

"Because you're trying to hit on me when your at work, that's a way to stay single, Mattie." she stated, pointedly but still tried to keep a jokey demeanour.

What? She didn't want to scar the kid.

He roughly shoved a straw into the pre-packaged hole and placed her smoothie on the counter, "Yeah, so's being a snooty bitch." he hit back, wiping his hand on his sky-blue apron.

Cassie's eyebrows shot up and she made a sound indignation, "Try that shit on girls your own age, do you?" she asked, irritated. She gesturing a pointed finger at her jaw, "Chop off the pubic hair you call a beard and you might get somewhere, yah minimum-wage moron." she drawled at him and with that, she walked away. Cassie could her him muttering under his breath and she stormed off.

She shook her head.

The nerve of teenage boys! Cheeky little bastard went from nothing, to horny, to damned fucking rude in the space of thirty seconds.

Cassie continued to fume as she walked off but only got a few paces away, when suddenly a loud thud, boom and a scream echoed through the cavernous space. She whipped back around to see that one of the blenders had unceremoniously exploded banana and strawberries in Mattie's pube-spattered face, partially drowning him and his baby-blue apron in red-coloured smoothie.

The loosely gathered crowd recovered from the shock and then began laughing and pointing at him, followed closely by Cassie. She couldn't help the volume of laughter erupting from her mouth, it was the funniest thing she'd seen for a long time. He was completely dripping with banana and strawberry, he looked like a villain from an old cartoon she'd seen. A soaking Mattie looked around at all the laughing faces pointed at him.

"It wasn't me!" he shouted at his audience, "It just exploded! I didn't touch it! I didn't! It just exploded!" But they weren't listening. He frantically scanned his head around, then he spotted Cassie. His face fell even further, then turned to anger as he saw she was laughing at him too. She held up her smoothie and shrugged her shoulders at him.

"Karma's a bitch, kid." she yelled at him, then gestured her shoulder at him, turned on her heel and strode off with a swagger, feeling pretty smug.

Cassie edged away from the growing crowd, then quickly checked no one was looking before she held up her plastic smoothie.

"Thanks." she said, smiling the familiar reflection inside.

"My pleasure, milady." purred Loki's voice, his face bent with mischief.

Cassie smiled wider, then took a sip of her lemon-cherry smoothie.

Season five of Soprano's, Season one of Entourage, an old Glen Campbell CD and a new Lyle and Scott golfing jumper, all for fifty bucks. Not bad. Plus a new pair of Levi's for her at twelve, absolute bargain. But dear god, had her card taken a beating in the past two days.

Cassie strode back to her car, her arms beginning to ache from the load she was carrying. She hadn't seen Loki since Levi's when she'd gone in to try the jeans on, he'd told her to call him when she had finished her errands for the day.

Typical guy. He couldn't stand shopping.

She arrived back at her old 1998 Explorer and lobbed the bags in the back-seat, before seating herself in the car and pulling down the passenger visor again.

"Loki, I'm done." she called.

His handsome, pale face immediately peered from the left side of the mirror.

"Have you enjoyed your day of shopping, my dear?" he asked.

"I did, as a matter of fact. I regard shopping with the highest honour." she replied, mocking him.

"Mockery will get you nowhere in life, Cassidy." he retorted snidely, but she could tell by his expression that he was amused.

"Maybe, but it makes life a damn-sight more fun." she chirped, turning the ignition, "So, what did you get up to today?" she asked, casting him a knowing glance, "Although, need I ask?"

"I have no idea to what you are referring to." he answered, perfectly innocently.

"Mhm," Was her doubtful reply, as she backed out of the space. If she knew him, like she thought she knew him, he was lying his tight, pale, firm naked buttocks off.

Fuck, she needed to get laid.

Voila! Not really much sexing in this scene, but that'll make it so much sweeter in the end hehe.

Hope you enjoyed this little chappie, keep your eyes peeled.. well not really, cause that'd hurt but, you know what I mean.