Max inhaled sharply, her hand knotted in Loki's hair as he pressed his lips firmly to hers. All thoughts of dance and movement were thrown out the window, and she felt a pleasurable jolt in the pit of her abdomen when he nipped at her lower lip, deepening the kiss with a casual demand that made her knees weak. She turned in his arms, her grip slipping from his hair as she threw both arms around his neck and dragged him closer.

She would have thought the taste of beer would have thrown her, but as his tongue slipped between her lips, she decided that it barely fazed her. Instead, she simply wanted more – more touching, more pressure, more everything. As his hand slid down her backside, cupping it briefly before continuing down to touch her leg, Max realized the rest of the club barely existed in that moment; she couldn't hear the music, feel the odd person who knocked into her, and she certainly didn't care that the rest of her friends could possibly be witnessing a make-out fest. It definitely hadn't been what she would have pictured her first (second) time kissing Loki would be like, but when he broke the kiss to graze his teeth along her jawline, she realized she wouldn't have it any other way.

Suddenly, it was all gone. Max opened her eyes quickly, a little miffed at the separation, and saw her roommate staring down at her with a hard gaze. He pursed his lips as she tried to look as though she wasn't panting.

"What?" she snapped, her annoyance growing as he stared down at her. She planted her hands on her hips, arching an eyebrow at him, and then glared at the dick who drunkenly stumbled into her. Before she could say anything further, however, Loki grabbed her by the crook of her elbow and dragged her off the dance floor, nudging by people somewhat forcefully as he went.

When she realized he was headed toward the exit, she tried valiantly to keep the excited grin from her lips, but tugged on his arm before he got too far.

"I need my purse," she explained breathily in his ear, which made him grin. Her head was a little fuzzy as she hurried back to their booth, in which the entire group had congregated back to get a refill on their drinks. Erica gave her a onceover as she approached, but Max pointedly ignored her. Instead, she leaned across Corey and grabbed her purse from beneath Garret's discarded sweater vest.

Tiffany shot her a pair of thumbs up as she passed, but even her close friends were a blur, and Max made a beeline for Loki. He hadn't moved from the spot that she left him at, and once she was by his side again, he snatched her wrist and resumed dragging her through the crowded club. They stumbled out into the narrow basement hallway, passed the bouncers and guests eagerly awaiting a chance to get into the club. Since the night was still early, it was as though they were the only two people waiting for an elevator, and it seemed to take hours to actually make it to their floor.

Max's stomach knotted when the orange light above the doors illuminated, and she huffed impatiently as a group of fairly drunk girls teetered off in their ridiculous heels. Once the space was cleared, Loki practically shoved her inside, and Max slammed her palm against the fourth floor button, followed shortly by the one to close the doors. She giggled as he pushed her up against the back wall, his lips to hers the moment the elevator started moving, a hand hooking beneath her leg and dragging it up to his waist. He ground against her as his lips trailed down to her neck; it was fairly obvious what he wanted to do, and for once, Max couldn't see a reason not to.

Screw the fact that they weren't dating – fuck it. This was happening.

A small squeak slipped from her lips when the elevator stopped abruptly at the ground floor, and she hastily pushed Loki off her as the doors started to open, a hand going to her hair to fix whatever mess he had made. They both leaned back against the railing in an attempt to appear nonchalant, and she licked her lips when she spied the man who was about to join them – she could smell the whiskey on him before he got onto the elevator. The front of his salmon shirt was untucked, while the back remained in place, and it seemed as though he really needed the bar on the side paneling to hold him up. He punched in the sixth floor button, and then smirked at them.

"I know what you were doing," he sang, pointing a knobby finger at them and clucking his tongue. Max felt her cheeks tint, and she linked her fingers with Loki's, turning her body toward his in an attempt to block the guy out. "Don' stop on account-a me!"

She saw Loki's jaw clench as he surveyed the man, but Max caught his attention again when she leaned up and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. He glanced down, somewhat dazed and blinking quickly, and then returned her small smile with one of his own. Both smiles faltered a little when the man started humming what sounded suspiciously like the soundtrack to a terrible porno, and Max glanced up at the ceiling awkwardly, trying her damnedest not to laugh. Loki, on the other hand, seemed less than impressed.

The rather uncomfortable elevator ride felt longer than it actually was, and in less than a minute Max tugged her roommate out of the confined space amidst the drunkard's hooting. Once the doors shut, thankfully, the pair forgot about the incident entirely, and Loki resumed his assault on her lips. They were lucky that hall was empty, as Max staggered backward blindly in the general direction of their room, her hands swept up in his hair and eyes shut. She managed to open them just as they passed their door, and she was the one to break the kiss, tugging him by the front of his shirt back toward their door. Her hands shook as she fumbled around in her purse for one of their keys, the process made infinitely more difficult with Loki nipping at her neck, his hands wandering down to the hemline of her dress.

She eventually managed to produce one of their key cards just as Loki yanked her head back by her hair, his teeth latching to her earlobe as she let out a soft moan. He chuckled against her skin, and Max forced herself to focus on getting that fucking door open; she missed the slot twice, still driven to distraction by Loki's attentions, but she somehow managed to get it in, and as soon as the lock buzzed, she shoved the door wide open.

Max tugged Loki in by his shirt, and before the door had actually shut, he was dragging her dress up and over her head. She tossed her purse aside, as she had no need for anything in it, and then kicked off her shoes; it was nice having the extra height, and the heels made her legs look awesome, but they were difficult to work with. As Loki swooped down, his lips and teeth running over her collarbone, tugging fiendishly at her thin bra strap, Max's fingers made short work of the buttons on his shirt. With them undone, she pushed the fabric off his shoulders and almost ripped it down his arms, leaving it to join the accumulating pile of clothing on the floor.

He then had her back against the wall, his lips back to hers, and needy cry reverberated in her throat when he ground his hips against hers, the coarse fabric of his jeans sending a twinge of pleasure up through her abdomen. Her hands were everywhere, desperate to touch every inch of toned flesh beneath them, whereas Loki's had drifted up to her bra clasp. When he struggled with it for a moment, Max giggled against his lips, and with an irritated huff, Loki turned her around by the hips. He pressed her firmly to the wall, sliding a leg between her thighs right up to her center and hoisting her to tackle the contraption with better light. When he finally unclasped the garment, Max let him slide it from her body and toss it aside, replacing the material with his large hands.

At this point, this was the most she had ever undressed for him, and it would have been easy to ask him to slow down. However, she had no desire to do so, no inner voice demanding she stop and consider her options: more, more, more.

She swallowed thickly when he plucked at her nipples, her head arched back against his shoulder. There was a surprisingly gentleness with the way his hands worked her, a way that was in sharp contrast to the treatment her skin received from his teeth, lips, and tongue. However, when she felt a finger tug at the elastic band of her black underwear, she licked her lips and turned in his arms, pushing him until the backs of his knees collided with his bed. He stumbled a little, and Max used the momentum to push him down by his shoulders.

He eagerly accepted her lips once more, which were parted and demanding as he snaked a hand up through her hair. Max, however, lingered only for a moment, and broke the kiss in favour of putting her talents to better use. She trailed a line of kisses down his chin, along his neck and onto his chest. As expected, there were only a few sparse hairs on his smooth skin, and Max could have spent hours appreciating the shape of each muscle present. However, for both of their sakes, she moved on, popping the button of his jeans open and quickly unzipping them.

A hiss slipped from between his lips when she grasped him firmly, dropping down to her knees as she stroked his very obvious sign of arousal. Then, just as his grip loosened on her hair, she pulled him out completely and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft.

"Max." His voice seemed to catch in his throat, and she felt a swell of pride in her chest at the way he yanked at her hair, clearly pleased with her ministrations. However, she couldn't torment him for long, even if she wanted to, as before she could take more than half of his length in her mouth, he dragged her up by her arms and pushed her back onto the bed, effectively reversing their positions. She let out a shocked puff of air as he all but ripped the remainder of her clothing from her body, and then quickly shed the rest of his, all of it making a messy pile on the floor.

It would have been easy to explore the parts of his body she had never seen before in their entirety, but as he descended upon her, she couldn't bring herself to look anywhere but at his eyes. It was the desire she saw inside them that made her limbs tingle, a need growing in her that hadn't ever really been present between them before. She sat up just enough to catch his lips, their kiss momentarily tender as he situated himself between her thighs.

Loki was the one to make the final move; he pressed up to her, and Max gasped against his lips as he pushed inside her completely. For a moment, it was overwhelming, fresh tingles of pleasure traveling up and outward from the spot of their union, and Max clung to him by his shoulders, eyes pressed tightly shut as she enjoyed the sensation. She had no qualms at letting him set a steady pace, pulling out fully before thrusting sharply back in, her legs wrapped securely around his hips as he nestled his face in the crux of her neck and shoulder. At one point, she could have sworn he whispered her name against her skin, and she merely kissed whatever flesh she had access to.

It was difficult to keep quiet when he increased his pace, and she rocked her hips up to meet him as his hands dug almost painfully into her waist and thigh. She could feel the familiar sensation of a climax beginning; it may have been early yet, but she knew the telltale signs of its start. So, she forced him in closer, her legs tightening around him, her kisses frantic and somewhat desperate as she sought out his lips, and her stomach squirmed in delight when he returned them with an equalled desire.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her, and the loss of sensation was so jarring that Max actually let out a protesting cry. However, he quickly slid down her body, filling her again with three digits that immediately knew where to find the sensitive spot that so desperately needed attention. She bit her lip in order to keep their neighbours from hearing every detail of the tryst, but squealed softly when Loki bit at the side of her breast, tongue laving over the tender flesh as his fingers continued to torment her. She came shortly after, her nails digging little ruts into his skin as she rode out the little shockwaves of pleasure.

He was ridiculously talented, her roommate.

When Max's eyes fluttered open, she noticed a slight tremor in the arm that prompted him up, and she took it upon herself to roll them over carefully. It was tricky, seeing as the bed was only a twin, but somehow she managed to get herself on top and straddling him. She took his length in hand, and then slid down its entirety, pleased at the way his eyes all but rolled back as he sighed happily. She planted soft kisses everywhere – lips, neck, cheeks, forehead – and kept her pace slow, merely rocking her hips back and forth, occasionally up and down. He seemed to enjoy it, one hand on her hip and the other holding her hair back from curtaining them.

Shortly after, the pace didn't seem to be quite enough for him; his kisses were needier, his grip was tighter, and he seemed to take the initiative to thrust upward each time she rocked. Her pleasure from her own orgasm had weakened, and although she knew there wouldn't be a second one that night, she couldn't stem the pleasurable twinges she felt here and there.

He suddenly tried to roll them over again, perhaps because of the obvious need he displayed, but instead of smoothly transitioning as they had done the first time, the pair nearly rolled off the bed. Max let out a laugh as Loki caught them, one hand propped up against the nearby wall as the other held her to him, and he seemed a little surprise when he chuckled softly. There hadn't necessarily been any tension between them before their slip-up, but afterward things felt even more comfortable than they had before.

With Max on her back again, she let Loki take what he needed, thrusting roughly and pointedly against her as he groaned. He bit at her neck, murmuring things she couldn't quite understand against her flesh, keen and eager and desperate.

"Max," he grunted in her ear, his pace stuttering as he pounded against her, the bed creaking a little under the force. "I… I can't…"

"It's fine," she whispered, running her hands through his hair and kissing his temple. "It's fine, I'm on the pill… It's okay."

She wasn't particularly sure if that was what he wanted to hear, but he said nothing further. When she felt him tense and then stiffen against her, she couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her lips at the sound of his groan. For a few moments after, there were no other sounds in the room but their shared heavy breathing. She combed her fingers through his hair once more, tilting her head up to accept his final kiss, and then sighed as he pulled out and rolled off of her. They lay next to one another in silence for a moment or so, until Max finally eased herself up into a seated position and ran her hand through her hair. Their room was a mess, clothes scattered everywhere, and she didn't particularly want to spoil the linens – sex was messy.

So, she crawled to the end of the bed and snatched up Loki's discarded shirt – there was her romantic comedy moment – and then wrapped it around herself.

"Be right back," she said, her words somewhat unnecessary, and then hastily darted off to the bathroom.

As she cleaned herself up, Max caught sight of her appearance in the bathroom mirror, and she actually blushed. There she was, skin flushed, littered with little bit marks, and her hair an absolute mess. However, what she noticed most of all was that she looked happy – genuinely happy.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, clicking off the light and buttoning up Loki's shirt, she saw that her roommate had decided to do a little rearranging. The little side table between the beds had been dragged across the room, resting now next to the desk, and he was in the process of pushing the beds together.

"Whatcha doin', sport?" Max inquired lightly, tucking her hair behind her ear when he smirked up at her. He had opted to wear a pair of boxers as he worked, which was a shame.

"Well, I thought it would be a little ridiculous if we finished the night sleeping in separate beds," he informed her as he gave the bed in front of him one final push to connect it with the other. He then faced her square-on, arms folded across his chest, and arched an eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, no," she laughed, holding her hands up submissively before crawling back onto the bed and searching for the best way to combine the comforters. "No, this is fine."

"Good."

When she looked back over her shoulder, he was gone, and she heard the sound of the bathroom door shutting shortly after. She then settled down under the thick duvet, her smile becoming a bit excessive as she made herself comfortable on her side, one arm curled under the pillow. Loki joined her shortly after, shutting off the lights in the process. He snuggled in behind her and yanked her up against him, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Your hair is going to be a problem," he mumbled. Max patted his arm sleepily.

"Shh."

"No, it's a serious issue."

"Just let it happen."

"Max."

She sighed dramatically, and then rolled over, tucking her arms up to her chest, their noses less than an inch apart.

"Better?"

"Infinitely so."

She smirked, her eyes dancing across his features in the darkness, and then leaned forward to kiss him again.

"Good."

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Prayers answered? I've never made my readers wait this long for teh seckz before, so you guys are super patient and awesome for waiting it out! I don't think future sex scenes will be quite this long, but I figured it should be a little lengthier for their first time around. Weirdly enough, I found it way easier to write the previous sexy scene from Loki's POV than Max's. For some reason, I felt sillier writing from Max's perspective… Odd. ANYWHO. Did we all have fun? I know these two did…I'm still not 100% confident in my sex scenes, but I guess I'll just need to write more to get better! How sad for you.

The last update absolutely destroyed my wrists. Like. That was way too much. So I think updates may be a little slower this month while I recover. Gotta think long-term, unfortunately. It won't be like… an update a month, or anything like that. Last month I believe I updated this story five times, and my other stories combined got four updates. So. I need to pace myself a bit more.

There will be necessary chats coming up in the next chapter, followed by possible fluff. I try to keep these sorts of scenes limited to character development and whatnot. I'm sure you've guessed I don't just throw sex around for fun, but seeing as sex is very much a part of adult relationships, I think it'll still make a frequent enough appearance.

Right. This is all my wrists can give for the night!

I LOVE YOU ALL. YOUR SUPPORT IS UNWAVERING AND FOREVER APPRECIATED. Can't wait to read your feedback, and I'll see you next time!