A/N: Just a friendly reminder that this chapter contains sexual content! If you're not cool with that, that's okay, there is no plot development included in it. Skip to the Elsewhere at the bottom to avoid it.
Chapter Nineteen: Touch
Eve sighed dreamily. Her heart was beating fast as reality sunk in. The God of Mischief had claimed he'd wanted her. Any doubts she had were missing and every racing thought she expected to surface was silent. She believed him, and not just because she wanted to so very badly.
Loki detached his forehead from hers and kissed her full on the lips. His hands felt for her hips and gripped firmly, pressing until she was up against the wall. He kept her there and moved his lips so that he kissed the corner of her mouth, then her neck and then her collar bone. She squirmed beneath his hands and breathed evenly into his hair.
She began to adjust her arms so that she could feel his chest, but he stopped her and held her wrists against the wall, stuck at her side. She longed to touch him, explore his body once and for all. When his lips came back to meet hers, she relaxed and let the adrenaline pulse through her mind, clouding her thoughts. He nibbled her lip softly and slid his tongue into her mouth. His movements were fluid and certain, as though he'd been thinking about it since he met her. She snaked her tongue along his and it seemed to encourage him. His body pushed into hers hungrily and he released her wrists so he could hold either side of her neck-the way he had during their first kiss.
She rejoiced in her freedom and wrapped her arms around his lower back. She pulled him into her, eliminating any pockets of space between them. As she felt him grow hard up against her, her own urges grew stronger. She moved to grind her hips into his and realized she was already wet, already ready for him.
Loki soaked up the sensation of her skin of his fingertips. He planned to savor every delicious second of intimacy he shared with her. It felt as though he were opening up, no need to stand on ceremony, no call to pretend. He could just enjoy himself. Eve was a truly delightful kisser, she had an intuitive balance of passion and finesse. She kissed like she meant it, like she wanted nothing more. Still, he would give her much more. At last, with no eavesdroppers or distractions, they could capitalize on their electric tension.
Confidence surged through Eve. To desire and be desired in return had always made her feel exceptionally fearless. She gripped his wrists and repositioned them to her rib cage just below her breasts. She then took his chin and turned his face away decisively so she could trace her tongue along his sharp jawline. Her lips nestled into the space beneath his ear and kissed him there sweetly, and then more feverishly. As she dialed up the intensity, his hands began to knead and grope her flesh. Her shirt bunched up underneath his pressing fingers. When she allowed her tongue loose again to lick his ear lobe, his hands traveled at last to her breasts. As she was aching to be touched there, her head snapped away from him and turned to the side in pleasure. She sighed and leaned her chest into his touch.
He admired the sensuality she exuded and vowed internally to do everything in his power to keep her emanating such a glow. He fought the urge to blink and have her clothes disappear from her body entirely. Instead, he tugged at the bottom of her simple cotton shirt. As though reading his mind, she turned her eyes to his and gave an enticing smirk as she lifted her arms above her head. He removed the garment in one fluid motion and stood back to take her in. She was self-assured and unashamed as though she knew the effect she had on him. She took a step back into his personal space and loosened his tie until she could pull it over his head. When removed, she stuffed it loosely into his pocket and as she took her hand away she trailed it lightly against his hard on. He shuddered and grinned. She started on his buttons and returned to kissing his neck. His eyes were closed in bliss so he felt his way to her backside and drew her in flush to him.
When she had undone his last button, she slipped the shirt off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. She ran her hands along his chest. It was oddly cool, in a nice way, and his understated muscles fascinated her. He positioned her at arm's length from him and watched her eyes examine him eagerly. "Remove your undergarment," he demanded keenly as he stood back to enjoy the show.
Eve reached behind her and unclasped her bra slowly, teasing him. She slid the straps down to her elbows and held the cups steady in their place. "Take it off," he reiterated, clinging to his lone memory of her naked body until he could indulge in the sight again. She hesitated playfully and bit her lip. He met her halfway and reached out to graze his thumb along the fabric above her left nipple. He rubbed around it, applying more pressure with each stroke. When she moaned under her breath, he smirked. "Allow me to touch you without such a barrier," he coaxed.
To his delight, she gladly let it fall to the ground beside his shirt. He wasted no time in tending to her, running both hands up her curves until he cupped each breast in symmetry. He tilted toward her and brought one rosy bud into his mouth. He circled his tongue around it and her knees nearly buckled. He chuckled and swept her up in his arms to carry her to the bedroom. She was cradled into him, arms draped around his neck, like a princess to her devoted prince. He placed her on the bed and she fell back gracefully and beckoned him on top of her. His weight on her body delighted her. They kissed warmly until they snowballed into a physical frenzy, skin on skin contact energizing them.
Loki found the button on her jeans and undid it swiftly, pulling back after he drew down the zipper to yank down her pants and underwear all at once. He discarded them carelessly, having no use for them, and touched her thighs. He caressed her all over, as though searching for some treasure, until she sat up to undo his pants. All the while he massaged her shoulders, desperate to touch her as she did. She finished with the zipper but did not go any further. She leaned back on her elbows and looked on curiously. Before he proceeded, and there was no question that he should, he paused. "Tell me you want this," his voice was low and determined.
"I want this," she spoke without apprehension, and the verbal confirmation was all he needed to go on. He removed his pants and spread her legs apart. He felt full to bursting already, what with the tension between the two of them finally coming to a boil. He fought the urge to take her straight away, and instead knelt at the side of the bed and pulled her knees to the edge. He licked her once, and as his tongue rolled over her most sensitive spot, her legs quaked involuntarily. He swept his tongue across it again, doubling back in a small swirling motion and held her legs still. They twitched underneath his hands and it brought him immense joy. He continued to flick his tongue over and over in agonizingly slow motions and soon she was moaning and sighing. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair and held on tight, pulling lightly to his amusement. He looked up at her for a moment and her free hand was clasped to her breast, tweaking her nipple to aid in her own satisfaction.
The sight was too much for him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He stood and she sat up halfway, eyes glazed over and breaths coming heavy. He kissed her longingly and brushed the stray hairs off of her shoulders, all the while poised at her entrance and trembling with anticipation. When he entered her at last it was even better than he'd imagined. She was warm and accepting and she gasped as he slid inside her. He thrust again and she moaned, lifting her knees to accommodate him. He leaned into her and kissed her neck as he continued, allowing her moans to float right into his ear. Each sound she made was louder and more invested than the last. He moved to suck on her nipple as he massaged the opposite breast and her hands clung to his shoulders. He increased speed slightly and couldn't help but moan himself when her nails dug into his flesh.
"Oh, Eve," he breathed almost involuntarily and he accelerated his pace again.
The heat beneath her stomach was all-consuming and spread to every inch of her in turn, eventually all at once. She writhed and bucked her hips into him, approaching climax sooner than she'd ever experienced. He was hitting the exact right spot with each new plunge and when she heard her name slip from his mouth in passion, it drove her over the top. As she convulsed, spasms echoing down her arms and legs, she cooed into his ear, "Oh, Loki."
Elsewhere
Natasha shared a knowing look with Barton, and they removed their headsets like synchronized spies. "I told you the bedroom window would be the best place to leave one behind!" She gloated with a wide smile. "You wanted me to leave one of the ones on the kitchen window behind!"
"Yes, okay, you were right, I was wrong, and we'll all bow down to the all-knowing Agent Romanov," Barton quipped happily. He looked over to Sam who had yet to remove his headset, and sat hunched over, staring ahead of him blankly. "Barrows!" He shouted into his headset's microphone, causing him to jump. "Don't look so glum. We're gonna go get him. Right now."
A/N (part two):
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it's a big turning point in lots of ways. Took me a while to get it to the perfect place, lots of rewriting, lots of taking things out and putting things in then taking them out anyway. Now things get super crazy, and I really can't wait!
