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Author's Note: Yeah... I don't even know. I had a prompt... that prompt was masturbation... and so here you go now, have caged animal Loki entertaining herself.

Word Count: 1,025

Warning Tag: Masturbation; Non-Consensual Voyeurism; Sexual Fantasy; Orgasm

Shower Thoughts

There wasn't much to do in the very small apartment space that Mobius called his home. What was available consisted of either sleep, sex, talking, and reading the same flimsy sports magazine—when it came to Mobius, anyway. Yet there was always that weird window where Loki was forbidden to entertain Mobius during his shower time. It wasn't like he hadn't seen anything he had to offer by now, but his handler still insisted on privacy during this twenty minute portion of his routine every other day. Downtime was never a good thing for Loki to have a lot of, he tended to get bored quickly with it, and there were moments like this where he was exceptionally eager to do something, anything, to stave off that boredom.

He'd long since combed the living space tenfold, leaving nothing unturned, and nothing had changed since he'd been here, so the interest to check over it all again was unappealing. Pacing did nothing, and neither did just laying down. Hel, there weren't even any books aside from that magazine he looked through at least five times now. He could start misplacing things to irritate Mobius, he supposed, that was an enticing thought, but there were so few areas to even do that before it would get old, too.

Eventually, Loki found himself settling down on the floor with his back against the bathroom door. Taking in a frustrating breath when the doorknob didn't budge seconds prior. If he could just sit in there and talk or something, anything… He went still when he realized that he could hear the water running on the other side and the soft, random sounds from Mobius as he did whatever in there. Probably shaving based on the cursing from nicking himself, the poor sod. Loki shifted somewhat to press an ear to the door's crevice, hearing a sigh escape through the sounds of water.

This was... intriguing to discover.

Sounds of popping were soon heard, and Loki could only assume that it was the sound of joints and bones resetting themselves from being too stiff or in a state of prolonged discomfort. But Loki wasn't paying attention to that, he was hyper-focusing on Mobius' little relieved gasps and moans that came from it. His cock was already hardening from this, and for a fleeting moment he cursed the TVA for his lack of being able to change appearance to be more comfortable and to have the opportunity to finger fuck herself where she sat.

Tossing that aside, Loki quickly readjusted and pulled herself free so that she could still listen in and not have these blasted trousers suffocating her dick in the process. She started to gently stroke herself then, further waking the sensitive flesh as she focused on the little puff of breath escaping from her handler that came through the door's seam for her ears to drink in. She could hear the shower water being distributed now as he stepped into it, and she closed her eyes to picture the water cascading over Mobius' leather-tanned skin, forever sun-kissed but still a tiny bit rugged at the same time.

Mobius let out a pleasant sigh when he settled into the warmth of the water, Loki assumed, picturing it clearly in her mind's eye as she continued to arouse herself by this fantasy. He looked so lovely with a layer of beaded water clinging to him, making the silver of his hair more dazzling as the light caught the droplets in it. Loki imagined promptly lapping up these beads of liquid from his skin while slipping her fingers through damp hair, savoring the taste of water and sweat slicking his heated body. Loki gripped herself harder, feeling the swell in turn at just how much she yearned to be in there right now.

She bit her lip to stifle her moan as she increased her pacing once she was certain he started the routine of washing his hair. Imagining herself doing it instead almost sent her over the edge, but she sucked in a sharp breath and geared into the control she knew she wielded.

Holding off her almost orgasm, she steadied her strokes and continued to listen and imagine herself in there with him, sudsing his hair and stealing nips to his shoulder and eliciting the breathy sounds escaping from his lips. Sliding her soapy hands over his back as the water washed away the bubbly trail while she pulled him into a kiss. Effectively disrupting his attempt to reach for the loofah and body wash. Her breath hitched when another groan echoed through the small space and her cock lurched from the sound, coating her hand in pre-come that she greedily used to slick down herself. The water was being more disturbed now, indicating that he was rinsing off, and that pleasurable, delectable sigh of satisfaction in the task sent her over the edge.

"Shite," she hissed out over her orgasm spilling onto the door frame and floor.

Tucking herself away, she hastily reached for her jacket on the chair nearby, desperately trying to mop up her mess when the door opened and she fell into Mobius' towel-clad shins. Loki felt herself flush in embarrassment, looking up slowly to meet crystal blue eyes staring down at her.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked nonchalantly, tilting his head ever so slightly.

"I am just… waiting my turn," she said so eloquently until she cleared her throat.

Abandoning the crumpled jacket on the floor to feebly attempt to hide her crime, she kept her attention on his face when she got to her feet and slipped between him and the door.

"Now if you don't mind…"

Mobius slowly shook his head, reaching for the door but Loki stopped him from closing it with a foot.

"I prefer to have it open." She smirked suggestively, removing her shirt in a single motion while he watched. "Should you need anything..."

Loki received a lopsided smile before Mobius proceeded to head for the closet, not taking the bait. She pouted at this, starting the shower and stripping in the doorway to give the bastard a show anyway.