Warning: Smut (tehehe)

Darcy Lewis sighed and bit her straw with her teeth, watching the people around her. The past few days had been hectic after an electrical storm had caused a spike in their data overnight whilst Jane and Eric were out busy looking for her. They had driven miles out of town to check the site of the anomaly but nothing remained of the storm and all evidence had long since been soaked up by the dry, dusty earth. Seeing as it was partly her fault, she could hardly complain.

Of course, Jane still insisted on scouring every weather and data report they received for the next forty eight hours to check if the same spike occurred twice- it never did much to her frustration. It wasn't the first time they had missed a spike- storms often threw up random unexplained figures. Yet there was something "different" about this data, Jane assured Darcy, who frankly understood less about Jane's research than she did about why Loki-

There he was again, she thought with another sigh. Since that morning on the hill, she had done her best to put aside her broken heart and move on with her life. That meant keeping Loki out of her mind at all costs she decided. As yet, she was failing miserably.

After finally giving up on data-trawling, Jane had decided that they needed a night out. She had noticed Darcy's moods over the past few days and assumed she still felt bad about their fight- a night out would surely make her feel better. In fairness, the bar wasn't all bad, the music was good and they had driven out to Roswell for the evening, so the company was better than their usual small town nightlife.

"stare at that door any longer and it'll burst into flames" a warm voice chuckled behind her ear and Darcy turned sharply as a hand curled around her waist in a familiar way.

"Oh!" she smiled, laughing softly "Sorry for a moment then, you reminded me of someone. Trying to plan my escape, see?" she winked at the stranger, a sandy blonde- typical high school quarter back with two perfect rows of teeth and arms like rock- she noted, half interestedly.

The man laughed, a low chuckle that sent shivers running up her spine. She missed that laugh, the-guy-who's-trying-to-be-cool laugh. "That bad huh?" his almond eyes were kind. It wouldn't be so bad for me to talk to him she decided, it's not like anything'll happen.

Darcy rolled her eyes and propped her head up on her palm "you have no idea." she grinned, mirroring the stranger's own.

"Well Miss escape route, what you drinking?" his smile really was intoxicating "I'm a good ear."

"Sure" she sighed "my friend's rather, um… Preoccupied" she spied gingerly over to the corner where Jane was being propped against a bar table by a stranger of her own, engaged in a fierce game of tonsil tennis.

Moving her gaze back to the man she bit her lip "That's gonna be a fun story tomorrow. When I tell Eric! Oh, Cider and black please." He nodded, clearly approving of her choice.

"So" he caught her attention "name's Zac" he spoke through his eyelashes, running his eyes over her in a way that made her fidget slightly- yep. Definitely interested.

"Nice to meet you Zac" she brushed her hair over her ear, wondering why she had straightened her hair tonight now that it hung lifelessly "I'm Darcy."

"The feelings mutual Darcy" he assured with that grin again. This guy was smooth, Darcy had to admit.

"Thanks" she mumbled as he pushed her drink towards her, sipping it suspiciously before taking a real drink- she'd had her drink spiked before, after that she'd always been more careful.

"So who's Eric? Boyfriend, her boyfriend?" he looked over his shoulder to Jane and shook his head amused.

Darcy laughed, so sudden it shocked even her, she'd been doing so little of it recently "God no! Eric? He's not either of our boyfriends, he's our- sort of our" she tried to sum up what Eric was to them both "sort of our Uncle, Jane's research partner, on and off- very protective 'cause he knew Jane's dad years ago." she giggled again "boyfriend. I'll tell him that too!"

Zac's kind eyes met her own again and she noticed flecks of gold in their brown "he seems to mean a lot to you."

Darcy nodded "He's the only sort-of-strange-adoptive father figure we have, the three of us work together so we're close" she explained and smiley Zac smiled again.

"That sounds awesome so what is a happy, beautiful woman doing alone in a bar staring longingly at the door for?" he nudged her elbow playfully and Darcy's heart panged painfully as she remembered doing the same to Loki that first night…

No! She had to stop doing that, feeling so guilty for talking to another male. Loki was gone now. Darcy gulped before answering,

"Me and my boyfriend just broke up" she stared at her glass "it's been hard."

Zac tilted her chin up with his index finger to meet her eyes with his own "whoever he was, he was a gerk for letting you go." but Darcy shook her head. Zac's fingers brushed lightly over her cheek, the action making her uncomfortable now. It had been Loki's move for so long, anyone else's hands on her made her cringe.

"Neither of us wanted it, it was more of a turn of events thing. He had his path, I had mine-"

"And here our paths cross" he grinned light heartedly "so how about we get that smile back, huh?" he tugged at her hand, pulling her to her feet and ignoring her protests "dance with me" he winked, shaking his hips and pulling her along with him, pulling faces that made her laugh "there we go! Better already."

The music was good and against the odds, Zac was actually a good dancer and three songs in, she began to enjoy herself a little, their joint laughter mingling with the music as he span her lightly. As the heavy melancholy began to lift, it was Loki she imagined dancing with. Loki's who's arms were solid against her waist, twisting her by the hand, Loki who's breath was hot against her neck, his mouth moving higher up her jaw. Loki who's hips moved with her own and who's fingers ran through her hair.

Yet, it wasn't Loki who she turned her mouth away from when he tried to kiss her, it was Zac. She shook her head, trying to ignore his confused and hurt look.

"Sorry" she mouthed over the music "too soon."

Zac deflated for a moment before smiling softly, "wanna get some air?" he mouthed back and Darcy nodded, taking his hand in her own.

The air was cool and sweet in the rooftop garden of the bar, she dropped Zac's hand and moved to lean against the railings, looking out over the city- her sadness creeping back in. For one moment there, one beautiful moment- he had been back with her. His lips had reached to hers as they had done a hundred times, but then they weren't Loki's and Darcy's shame made her turn away.

Had she really entertained the idea of kissing a stranger?

"I'm sorry" Zac spoke up from behind her "I shouldn't of-"

"No" Darcy cut in, still facing he city unable to look at him in that second "I should have told you I wasn't interested before, but I- I-" she had no words.

"Wanted to feel it again?" he substituted in for her and she span to look at him.

"Exactly- I, how do you know that?" Zac smiled a bittersweet smile and walked next to her by the railings.

"Me and my girlfriend, we've just broken up too" he admitted, and for the first time, Darcy noticed the hint of pain laced into his voice "she meant everything to me, I really loved her. More than loved her. I'd have died for her, but she" he paused "she moved away, and I had no idea where." his eyes fell o the floor "that's how I know how you feel, because I thought that, if I could make you laugh and smile and feel you in my arms, it would be like-"

"Her?" Darcy finished for him and he nodded, walking away from her to the other side of the garden. Darcy turned back to the city view.

"What a pair" she muttered bitterly "I wish they taught this at school huh? How to cope, after."

She heard Zac laugh bitterly, beginning to feel the cold breeze against her skin as it grew darker.

"What do you miss most?" his voice had warmed again, almost coaxing now.

Darcy smiled, not turning to face him instead picturing Loki beside her, his cool fingertips brushing her arm, his lips against her neck, feeling a smile creep onto his face.

"His hands" she paused while Zac burst into laughter,

"His hands?!" Darcy pursed her lips. Of all the things she could have said…

"No! Not like it sounded, just his hands the way he would brush my cheek and lift my chin up to look into his eyes and I would know everything would be okay, you know?" she wrapped her arms around herself, like she was keeping all the pieces of her heart together.

"Mine was the way she could light up a room. Everybody loved her. What was your favourite memory?" Was she imagining his voice becoming deeper, didn't he have a southern accent before? Now it was more western. God, that drink must have been stronger than she thought she mused hazy from the breeze and alcohol.

"Well It's not really a memory, more like lot's put together. You see, he had a library and every night we would go there together and it would be our place- away from the rest of the world. The first night we kissed- he, he had me in his arms and he was so cautious but then he-" she stopped dead as she felt fingers brush her hair behind her ear.

"Like this?" Darcy jumped as the warm accent melted into a clipped British tone and the fingers that pulled her chin away from the view were no longer a quarterbacks but thin and soft and-

Loki! Darcy's mind part screamed, too shocked to move, to think, to absorb anything. She couldn't speak. This couldn't be real, it couldn't be happening! Butterflies erupted in her stomach and she threw her arms around him, afraid that he would disappear if she closed her eyes for a second. Yet when his arms caught her so familiarly as she had know they would and when their lips touched, it was like Loki's very magic was coursing through her.

It was like she was breathing for the first time, and it was all she could do to pull him closer to her, her hands touching every part of him they could find.

How? How was he here? How did he find her? Darcy pulled away reluctantly and stared into the green eyes, the same colour as the gem that hang around her neck that she had never taken off.

She would never love someone more than she did him in that second and she would give up everything to never have to let him go again.

"I'm never letting you out of my sight again." he breathed out, leaning their foreheads against each other.

It had been so very hard to control himself when he had seen Darcy sat against the bar. It had taken every inch of his discipline and self control not to let his desperate aching yearning for her to take over and to sweep her into his arms.

Instead, he had grinned and lumbered over to her- making sure none of his usual elegance could be seen. When his fingers had curled around her waist and he felt her warm skin through her tight top, he had almost come undone and transformed back into himself right there, barely able to keep his lips off her own.

Yet where was the fun in that? He thought wickedly. As much as Loki had wanted to take her in his arms right then, he forced himself to stick to the plan. It was such awfully good fun after all.

From the second his feet had touched the ground outside the bar in New Mexico, Loki had known his plan would work. He wanted to watch the surprise on Darcy's face when she realised it was him, feel the shock run through her and he hadn't been disappointed. As they had danced earlier, there was a second when he could swear that she had know, when she leant in to him slightly too much, as she breathed in the smell of his skin and her lips craned ever so slightly towards his own; but then she had pulled away and he knew she was no wiser than before.

When their lips had finally touched and her fingers curled into his hair desperately, his breath left him in a light moan. It was heaven. He chuckled lightly "I'm never letting you out of my sight again" he vowed. and he meant it, linking his fingers around her wrists and touching his forehead to hers, feeling Darcy lean into his touch fully. Would anything ever feel as good as that moment?

Suddenly, Darcy pulled away, her face flushed with new anger, pushing him away from her and then pulling him close again- standing on her tiptoes to talk right close to his face.

"How could you Loki Odinson?" What? Loki was reeling, shouldn't she be happy? He knew he was, more than happy, ecstatic. "You could see how miserable I've been. I haven't slept in days. I thought I had lost you forever. I DID loose you forever" she was shouting now and Loki was still as unmoving as a statue "In case you didn't know, the last time I saw you, you were dead. DEAD Loki. Do you know how that felt? Can you imagine seeing me dead? Having to kiss me goodbye? And yet you play a game! Did you think it was funny?"

Loki watched her eyes dart between his own manically, the anger radiating off her in waves as she trembled slightly. Guilt rushed over him. He hadn't realised- he, he thought she would have been okay now that she was surrounded by her friends, in her old life. Truthfully, he had feared she wouldn't remember him- as she had forgotten earth when she came to Asgard.

He opened him mouth to speak, to apologise, to beg forgiveness but then she was pushing him up against the wall, her teeth grazing his ear and growling in a voice he had almost forgotten "And what took you so long?" she grinned, her breath a shaky laugh.

"I'm sorry, I'm-" was all that came out of his mouth before their lips crashed together again, Darcy's body pressing him roughly against the wall, her hips grinding against his own in a swaying tempo as their tongues fought against each other.

Darcy broke away, breathless "I'm sorry for shouting" she gasped "I've just missed you. So much." she spoke though her lashes, accenting her words with two more grinds and he could feel himself reacting to her touches, his mind clouding as instinct took over.

This time, it was Loki that had Darcy pinned beneath him against the wall, a low growl escaping his lips as he quickly glanced around to see if they were alone. They were. Loki grinned down at the woman he loved and he could see her pupils dilate in excitement at desire as his lips moved down her neck to her cleavage.

"The door" she mumbled, her hands moving lower and palming him through his now-too-tight trousers. Heat pooled in his stomach as he felt himself harden beneath her light touches and with a flick of his own wrist, the door to the bar was locked and they were alone, hidden from view.

They shed each other's clothes in a desperate hurry, as if they couldn't move fast enough- yet both savouring each touch, each bit of skin revealed to warm air.

Loki's mouth found Darcy's nipple and felt it harden beneath his tongue; the sigh than escaped her lips was music to him as her leg wound around his waist, drawing his hardness towards her.

Kneading her breasts in his hands, his butterfly kisses moved lower mumbling softly as he went "I'm sorry love."

Darcy was long gone thinking as one long finger circled her clit before entering her desperate heat, bucking against Loki and urging him to go faster. The prince chuckled darkly, inserting another finger before dropping to his knees and sucking on her sensitive bud, drawing a moan from Darcy, writhing above him.

"Please" she gasped as he sped up, his fingers and tongue driving her mad. After everything that had happened, it was all too much yet not enough at the same time "don't stop- ahh!" she bit her lip as Loki sped up further and switched so now it was his tongue that entered her and his fingers that moved in small circles- just keeping her hanging on the edge of- No! Loki stopped suddenly, grinning as he drew himself to full height and kissing her before her cry of complaint could form.

Darcy groaned as she tasted herself in their kiss, attention drawn once more to his cock straining against her hip, urging her to relieve him with small thrusts in time with their kiss.

"Well no need to be so insistent" she smirked before wrapping her hand around the swollen shaft, her fingers beginning to move up and down over the sensitive skin. Loki's eyes fluttered at the sensation, a gasp leaving his lips.

"Not enough." He breathed and Darcy had a second to absorb his words before he picked her up and pinned her against the wall roughly, entering her in one swift movement.

Their joint moan at the action was lost to the night air as they began to move against each other, perfectly in time with one another. Darcy's legs wound around Loki's waist, drawing him deeper within her and beads of sweat began to form over their entwined bodies.

"Harder" she urged, an answer in the form of a groan was her reply as Loki's frantic movements grew faster, more urgent.

"Darcy!" he whispered husky against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. They were close now, pleasure seeped though Darcy's bones and she was a rag doll wrapped around his tightly muscled form.

"There!" She cried "Oh Loki there. Don't stop. Oh I love you so much." she whimpered in a broken half sob, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave, convulsing against Loki's chest.

"Darcy! Oh Darcy I'm, I'm- I love you " he groaned as he exploded inside of her and he came over and over again, still moving in and out of her before his legs almost gave away and he lowered Darcy to the ground, pulling out of her and lying beside her breathless form.

"That was amazing" she mumbled after a while, curling into his side. She didn't know how he had found her, how he was here or why the fates had allowed them to be together again, she was just thankful they had.

"Mhmm" he agreed, looking up to the stars. "Fitting, that we should be under the stars" he whispered with a hint of a laugh to his tone and Darcy giggled, blushing and turning her face away at the realisation of what they had just done, just a few meters away from a whole bar full of people.

"Don't look away from me Darcy." he growled and she looked back at him, half embarrassed as his fingers wound into her hair "You know, of all the stars in the sky Darcy Lewis, you are mine."

His eyes burned into her own and the spark of magic was there again, coursing through their skin. Darcy laughed, giddy with the happiness that radiated from her.

"And you are mine" she breathed, touching her lips to his and everything was perfect. For once, nothing was held over their heads, they weren't the Star Child and the Saviour, not a Prince or a girl away from home- they were Darcy and Loki and everything was perfect.

YAY! They're back together! I guess that's what happens when you mix a little Loki with a little alcohol... I realised I've been lacking in the "M" department, so I had a bit of Lorcy sexytimes ehehe- I couldn't resist .

Sorry for the looooong update time I've had freshers flu :( it sucks, but I'm all better now so wooop! On with the story :D

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review! Xxx