Pairing: Loki/Jane
Rating: M
Chapter 3
The pitter-patter of rain dancing on the rooftop of their small abode caused the small astrophysicist to shift on the bed; the warm embrace of her husband's arms draped around her upper torso causing her lips to curl up in a relaxed smile. As the rain continued on, Jane's sleep-laden brain began to recall that today was the day the two of them were to spend time in Asgard. While she had remained fantasized by the Bi-Frost, the thought of leaving the warm embrace to make her way to the bathroom to clean up felt like the equivalent of having a root canal. With the uncomfortable thought of moving away from Loki's arms lingering in the back of her mind, Jane attempted with fierce determination to cast aside the prospect of standing up by snuggling closer to her husband.
Feeling his small wife move closer to him, Loki smiled drowsily as he tightened his embrace; even going as far as burying his nose along the soft curve where her shoulder met with her neck. Inhaling slowly, he felt the stirrings of arousal as the decidedly intoxicating scent of his wife's skin filled his nostrils. Recollections of acting upon what her scent did to him replayed in his mind; the moment when he locked both himself and Jane in his private library in Asgard just so the two of them wouldn't be interrupted as he took his time to make love to his then-new-bride only because the lovely scent of her body had distracted him from his tasks of the day. Smirking to himself at the delicious memory, Loki found himself slowly shifting his pelvis along Jane's; the touch of her skin against his causing him to let out a low groan as he wondered if she would be all right with the notion of the two of them partaking in morning activities of the pleasurable sort.
As she felt his body begin to grind itself against hers, Jane was left wondering the precise details of what was going on in her husband's thoughts for him to be acting in the way he was. She understood the idea from her position as someone looking in from the outside, but with the way her husband's mind worked, she knew they were times when she was completely blindsided by the sudden changes of direction. Still she could not help the warmth of his body as well as the equally intoxicating scent radiating from him. Of all the people she had known, the way Loki smelled distracted her entirely. She couldn't tell if it was his Jotunn genetic makeup or the simple fact that citizens from Asgard smelled differently than mortals. Recalling, however, a visit to Asgard when she had spent time with his family, she found herself disagreeing immediately with the latter suggestion as a particularly repulsive smelling citizen of Asgard had chosen to spend far too much time in her presence; the rank smell of unwashed skin threatening to invade her nostrils for life. Grimacing at the memory, Jane decided to allow her eyes to open; the brief moments of her eyes focusing after a long slumber greeting her before she took her husband next to her.
"Loki," she called out softly.
"Hm?," he replied, pausing with his grinding as he, too, opened his eyes and pulled his head from her shoulder to look at her with ease. "What is it, my dearest Jane?"
The sight of her drowsy Prince of Asgard caused her to smile before she leaned in to brush a gentle kiss on his lips. "Honey, we need to get ready to go to Asgard. Your mother's having that huge party to celebrate Thor and Sif's engagement."
At the idea of leaving the bed, Loki groaned and let out a frustrated sigh. While he knew it was only right for both himself and his wife to be there, the thought of postponing making Jane scream his name or finishing the book he left in the living room irked him. "How about this," he started as an idea began to unroll itself in his mind, "we can get ready after I take you in the shower." His voice dropped to a seductive tone as he awaited his lady love's response. The sight of her almost instant blush gave him reason to smile; though, thanks to the arousal working effortlessly to make itself known in his mindset, his smile was far less gentle and much more wolf-like. He craved his wife's body the same way a thirsty man craved water.
Of all the ways to get the two of them ready and prepared for a visit to Asgard, Jane knew she needed to recognize the fact that she was married to the God of Mischief and Lies; the former being a hobby she saw on a regular basis. Feeling the warmth of the blush still affecting her face, the idea of being made love to in the shower by Loki did have its incredibly pleasing aspects. Curiosity being both a blessing and a burden, Jane found herself unable to resist asking, "What would we doing in the shower?"
Grinning to the point of his face beginning to ache, Loki's heart swelled with adoration for the woman before him. "Well..-," he began as a hand slide from her upper back to her upper thigh, "- once the water was warm, I would have you step in first before coming up behind you. Then as soon as I pulled the shower curtain to the wall, I would," as he continued to give her a dry run of what he was going to do to her in the shower, the hand that had worked its way to her thigh moved around to cup her right butt cheek. Chuckling as the sound of her surprised gasp filled his ears, Loki continued on, "press myself against your beautiful derriere and begin to grind my body against yours because I would want you to know that I was going to make you scream my name over and over again. How does that sound, dearest?"
Eyelids widening throughout the dry run, Jane gulped as she felt her own arousal building up from within. What the man before her could do to her still managed to amaze her. Clearing her throat, she found herself unable to speak as the warmth of his hand on her rear was distracting. Just as the fog from the provocative touch began to clear, knocking echoing from the front door pulled her away from what she had wanted to say. Instead, "What was that?," she exclaimed before sitting up.
The God of Mischief next to her gritted his teeth as a familiar presence greeted him. Of all the people to be at the front door when all he wanted was to be inside of his wife, he groaned and fell back away from Jane. I'm going to kill him, he mused darkly; his arousal dissipating as the knocking persisted. "It appears," he snarled as he also sat up before getting out of the bed, "Fandral is here. Not to worry," he paused as he waved his right hand over his body; the spell causing clean clothes to cover his previously naked form. "I plan on murdering the imbecile," he ended in a decidedly grumpy tone.
Sighing softly at both the mood shift from Loki as well as the visitor's interruption, Jane considered what she could do to make amends for the situation. Reaching for Loki's left hand, she pulled him onto the bed; his eyelids widening from the move greeting her as she moved to straddle his lap. "Hey. Before you go out there to deal with Fandral, I want you to know that I thoroughly enjoyed both last night as well as your idea for the shower. I promise when we have free time, we can finish where we left off. Deal?," she asked while cupping her husband's face.
While the knocking was still highly distracting, having his wife make such a promise caused him to let out a deep sigh as he nodded. "Deal. Before I go greet him, let it be known how much I love you, my wife." He replied before leaning in to capture her lips in a soft, loving kiss. Careful to not get carried away, Loki pulled away slowly. "We should both greet him because the thought of you being naked in our bedroom will not help me in the slightest with dealing with our visitor," he smirked slightly.
Chuckling softly, Jane nodded and leaned in to give Loki's lip a quick peck before climbing off of him and getting out of bed. Making her way to her dresser that was next to the closed door of their bedroom, she pulled open a drawer and bent down to look for appropriate attire before she felt the recognizable warmth of her husband's body pressing itself against her. "Loki, what are you–," she let out a loud moan of surprise as she felt two of her husband's fingers slide into her pussy. "What about Fandral?," she managed as the fingers began to move within her.
"Not to worry, love. I've sent a double to deal with him. For now, let me make you come," he murmured softly while bending over as he kissed the back of her neck while he proceeded to make love to her with his fingers; her soft moans and gasps causing him to smirk.
At first she had been distracted with the pleasurable sensations that formed from the opening of her pussy to each section that her husband's fingers moved along to focus on the knocking. Forcing her brain to move past the pleasure-induced fog, Jane's ears were confirmed by what Loki had said: the knocking had ceased and she overheard Fandral talking with the double. Gripping onto the open drawer, Jane's hips began to move against the gradually increasing thrusting of Loki's fingers; his name spilling from her lips in soft pants.
"That's it, my dear. Say my name as I make you come all over my fingers. Such a good girl with moving with them. You're so beautiful, Jane. I wish you could see the sight of your rear end moving along my hand. I wish Fandral wasn't waiting for us or I would take off my pants and fill you up with something bigger than my fingers." He grinned widely as his talk caused her walls to tighten around his continuously moving fingers. "That's it, Jane. Come for me," he commanded.
The tone of his voice mixed with the words coming from his seductive mouth drove her aroused self crazy as she, too, wished their visitor had not arrived as she longed to be filled by him once more. Still, the seemingly endless motion of his fingers along the sensitive areas of her pussy brought on an intense orgasm; the strength of it causing her to scream out his name before she began to slip downwards only to be steadied by the strong arms of her husband.
While he had considered covering her mouth as her orgasm started, Loki could not resist the strong sense of pride that filled him as the bedroom was filled with the sound of Jane calling out his name during the present act of passion. Holding her worn out body close to him, while pleasant, was a tad distracting as his own arousal pressed hungrily along her rear. Letting out a frustrated sigh at being unable to achieve an orgasm, he had to remember that the worn out woman in his arms had been able to have one thanks to both himself as well as her body. Bestowing a soft kiss on the back of Jane's neck, Loki scooped her up and carefully placed her on the bed before vanishing to deal with Fandral downstairs.
(A bit short as I'm exhausted from a long day of work. BUT! I'm off tomorrow so I'll, hopefully, be able to write out chapter 4!)
