Lemons, lemons, lemons

Chapter Twenty-five

"So your father still managed to corner you afterwards and give you a lecture," Jane said with a sigh as she rolled onto her side, her phone pressed to her ear. Loki had called her as soon as he'd gotten home from dinner at his parents.

"Of course," Loki said. "It wouldn't be like him to just lay off. But…I mean…I guess…"

"Spit it out, Loki."

"I guess after what I did to Thor I deserved it. I just don't want this to be hanging over my head for eternity. I set things right, can't that be enough?"

"Well, yes and no. You did the right thing by coming clean and then moving out. I also hope you apologized to Thor…?" Silence met that inquiry. "Lokiiii…"

"All right, all right. I'll apologize, too. Jesus, this doing the right thing is a lot of work."

"How the hell did I end up with a boyfriend whose moral compass is so completely off?" She paused. "Apparently a little off doesn't bother me, but completely off is going into questionable territory."

He chuckled. "You're lucky, I guess. Perhaps you hope you can change me."

She snorted. "I think I would be in a for a world of heartache if I thought that. Strangely, I don't want to change you, and not because I don't think you're capable of change, but because it's not something I'm interested in taking on. And it's not like I think you have to change everything about yourself. If I thought that then I wouldn't be with you. Plus, I don't want our relationship to be about that. I want us to be equals."

"And that, Jane Foster, is why you make me want to be a better man. For you. You love me as I am, but you also call me out on my bullshit – on the rare occasion I have it—" She snorted again and Loki smiled. "God knows I love a challenge."

"Apparently so do I.," Jane said dryly and then yawned. "I need sleep."

"Sweetheart, before you go…"

"Yes?"

"You know what tomorrow is?"

"Wednesday?"

"Darling, I think you're toying with me."

She laughed and Loki wished she was there with him. If he didn't know she'd be averse to the idea, he would ask her to move in with him so he could fall asleep with her in his arms and wake up with her right there every day. All in due time, he thought. Even if the waiting was tedious.

"Tomorrow is the day our two weeks comes to an end," she purred into the phone. Loki felt himself get hard instantly. He wanted her now. He wanted her yesterday. He wanted her All. The. Time.

Granted they had shared some pretty sexy times together, but it was not enough. It would never be enough. He wanted to kiss her so badly sometimes he felt as though he could will himself to feel her mouth on his. He wanted to join his body to hers and make her his once and for all.

"And I've got a meeting tomorrow night," she sighed. "I won't be free until Friday night."

That was a bucket of ice water on him. Loki felt the weight of disappointment pushing down on him. "Jane…no…"

"I'm sorry, Loki."

"Get ready, Foster, because once I have you all to myself on Friday night I won't be letting you out of my bed all weekend."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. And trust me, that's not a threat. That's a bloody promise."

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Despite the fact that they could not see each other due to Jane's busy work schedule for that week, Loki and Jane still managed to text. Loki was planning on taking her out Friday night to dinner. She had to dress up. Jane hated to dress up. She was also to prepare an overnight bag to last her the weekend.

Jane managed to slip out of work early Friday afternoon to go shopping for a dress for that night. She wanted it to be special. This was the night. The big night. And she was nervous.

It was a bit out of her comfort zone, but she chose a cream colored dress with a deep v-neck and thick straps. There was a small silver belt and it flowed out down to her knees with black lace attached. It was beautiful and swanky and so not her, but she was okay with that. She felt that Loki would be too.

She spent a good while getting ready, first with packing and then with a nice long bath to unwind. She slathered herself with lotion and made sure to use light perfume in all the important places like behind her knees and in between her breasts. By the time Loki showed up at six, she was ready to go and so nervous she was shaking.

When she opened the door to greet him, he pulled her into his arms immediately, his hand coming around the back of her neck and pressing her forehead to his. He was breathing hard already. "I want to kiss you so bad," he told her, "but I am afraid to."

"Why?"

"Because I might not be able to stop, and we have reservations. I've been half hard all day just thinking about tonight."

"Loki!" Jane exclaimed, her face going red.

He grinned. "Perhaps you've been wet all day in anticipation of tonight?"

"Loki."

He laughed. "By the end of the weekend I don't think you'll have any cause to blush anymore. Although I do enjoy it when you do."

She smiled and pulled away. "Ready?"

He looked her over and licked his lips. "You look delicious enough to eat."

She grinned as she assessed him in his dark suit. "I know what you mean," she said meaningfully. "But, later."

They left for dinner and while Jane did want to kiss him badly, she kind of liked building the tension until later when they were alone. Plus, she felt as he did: if he kissed her now there would be no way she'd be able to stop there. She was ready to devour him.

He took her to a fancy Italian restaurant in which he was slightly disappointed that she ordered plain spaghetti and meatballs, but that was all she was in the mood for. "You know," she added, "Aside from you." She thrilled at the sight of his eyes darkening with lust.

Later, over dessert she found him watching her as though she was a puzzle he was trying to work out. She arched a brow at him. "What is it?"

"I am thinking about the hundred different ways I want to take you…"

She kicked him under the table and flushed. He laughed, but his eyes held promise.

Finally, dinner was over and they walked hand-in-hand to his car. When they got to it, Loki pushed her against the passenger side door and leaned in, letting her feel the full length of him against her body. "Are you ready, Jane?" he asked, his deep voice a rumble.

She answered him by leaning up and kissing him full on the mouth. He tensed at first, surprised no doubt that she had kissed him. And then he was a full participant, taking her breath away while he was at it.

His arms came around her and he held her tightly against as he returned her kiss with a growl. He devoured her, kissing her so passionately and with so much want and need that Jane felt her knees weaken. She clung to him, rifling her fingers through his dark locks as he invaded her mouth and made her moan with longing.

When his tongue flicked out to meet hers, she heard a whimper and realized it was her. Pressed against him, feeling the evidence of his arousal, his lips on hers, and his arms around her holding her so tight – Jane was in heaven, a haze of absolute desire and need.

When she parted to breathe, Loki dribbled kisses down her neck while his hands covered her ass and pulled her further against him. She moaned and shut her eyes. "Oh, God, Loki…"

He looked at her, his eyes blazing with lust. "I want you, Jane. I want you right here. Right now."

"We need to get to your apartment now," she managed to say. She had to keep some of her wits about her because really, she was ready to let him have her in the parking lot.

He captured her lips again, greedily, and kissed her hard and fast. "Now," he whispered, "now before I take you right here."

It was clear she had to be the one to put an end to this. She pushed at him lightly. "Your apartment. Now."

He nodded and jogged to the other side of the car. Once he got in however, he was leaning over and bringing her to him to kiss her again. "Forgive me," he muttered against her mouth, "But I've been wanting to kiss you for two years, three months, and twenty-one days."

"Not that you're keeping count or anything."

He chuckled and nipped at her lips. "Oh, I have been."

She smiled and kissed him again and again. Loud voices close by jarred them both back to where they were and Loki cursed as he pulled reluctantly away and started the car. He moaned. "God, you taste delicious."

Jane pressed her fingers to her lips. They were already a bit numb, but she didn't care. She wanted more. Much more.

Unfortunately having to deal with Boston traffic was proving to be more than a little difficult. Jane could see the tension in Loki's shoulders as he navigated through the busy nighttime traffic. She reached out and stroked the space between his shoulders, hoping to ease some of the tension. He relaxed, but only marginally.

"Almost there, darling," she murmured and let her hand drop to his thigh.

He looked at her hand and then at her. Her breath hitched. She wondered if this was how Little Red Riding Wolf felt under the Big Bad Wolf's hungry gaze. She swallowed hard and her heart started to thump rapidly.

When they finally made it to Loki's apartment, he all but flew out of the car before Jane could even get one foot out. She laughed as he practically dragged her up the stairs to his apartment.

All laughter left when the door was shut behind them and he had her pressed against it, his hands under her skirt and tugging at her underwear. "I wanted to go slow," he rasped against her neck. "I wanted to savor it…two years I have wanted you…loved you…but I don't think I can wait."

"I don't want you to," she whispered and tugged on his ear with her teeth. "And I'm on the pill."

"Thank God," he groaned. "I don't think I could make it to the bedroom to get a condom."

"Take me, Loki. Right here. Please, I need you…"

He moaned and kissed her – and ripped her panties clear from her body. She let out a laugh that he smothered with a kiss and then she heard the sound of the zipper from his dress pants and then he was there, pressing the head of his cock against her opening.

"Now, please, Loki," she whimpered. "I'm wet, I'm ready, please."

He slid inside her with one smooth stroke and gasped. He held himself there and Jane bit down on her lip. He was so big despite how ready she was, but goddamn he felt so good inside her.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, sounding almost strangled.

"No, no," she murmured. "Loki, move…"

"I can't," he told her haltingly. "Two years, three months, and twenty-one days, Jane. Give me a minute."

She nodded. "I love you…"

He looked at her, his eyes full of so much love reverence that it took Jane's breath away. "I love you, Jane Foster. I love you so much that sometimes I can't breathe because of it."

Gently and oh so softly Jane kissed him. It was a whisper of a kiss. He returned it, lips moving tentatively instead of urgently.

The passion built and built and soon they were kissing and moving, Loki pumping her with his long shaft again and again. Jane was so ready and so close before they had even begun that it didn't take long at all for her to come. Loki was right behind her, babbling to her how much he loved her and needed her and adored her as he came and came and came within her depths.

He pressed his sweaty forehead to her own. "I didn't imagine our first time to be against the door. I thought I would have a little more self-restraint."

"Is it wrong that I'm glad you didn't? I like knowing I can drive you to lusty madness."

"Oh, but you can, Jane, you can," he chuckled. "You've no idea how many times you would leave Thor's and I'd have to take a long shower."

"Loki, God!" she admonished, but laughed as she did so.

He slipped out of her with a groan and set her feet on the floor. His pants were around his knees and he laughed as he pulled them up. "Shall we take this to my bedroom now, Jane?"

She smiled broadly. "Definitely."