Finding Jane

Chapter 4

The night had been crazy, ending with everyone being too drunk to drive. Jane, far from sober but still seeing reason, called them a cab. Darcy's stop was first, but somewhere between there and Jane's apartment, Sigyn had convinced her it would be a good idea to stay the night with her instead of her lonely little flat.

"Alright," Jane agreed, laughing a bit more loudly than Thor would have liked.

"Thank you," Sigyn stage-whispered after the cab had pulled away, "the way he kept staring at my tits in the mirror was giving me the creeps." The girls both laughed as they continued up the paved driveway to a house only slightly smaller than Asgard.

"My ex would love this place," Jane muttered under her breath, but the strawberry blond heard and snickered anyway.

"Come on, Janie, but you've got to be quiet," Sigyn whispered. "Mother's already in bed and I'd hate to wake her." Once inside, the blond offered Jane an old high school jersey and a towel. "You smell like a bar," she giggled. "There are extra toothbrushes in the left-hand sink drawer," she said as she pushed Jane into the bathroom right across the hall from her room. "I'll grab us some aspirin and water… maybe a snack. Do you want crab rangoon right now, or is it just me?"

Jane smiled, remembering quickly how her colleague and Darcy had stepped into the alley briefly at the club with a rather rough looking man. "Did you seriously pass it around with a stranger?"

"Why not," she questioned with a shrug. "Darcy was there, and I needed to take the edge off. Do you want some food or not, Ms. Goody-goody?"

Jane scoffed at the name, remembering a time in her youth where it had been hurled as an insult. "Sure," she agreed. "Can't have you eating your mother out of house and home, can we."

She hurried along, taking a quick shower and brushing her teeth as Sigyn had suggested. Slipping her panties back on and pulling the jersey over her head, Jane gathered her other soiled clothes and walked towards where she recalled the kitchen being. "Is it okay if I throw these in the wash?"

"And miss out on a walk of shame," the fiery blond chuckled. "Sure, it's through the side door."

Jane stumbled along, more sober minded after her shower, and quickly started the washer before returning to the kitchen. "I'm going to take my shower now. Food's in the oven, take it out when the timer goes off?"

She nodded as her friend run upstairs. Jane glanced at the oven's timer to see it counting down from ten. Her eyes closed for a minute as she once again processed that she was single. Stress lifted from her shoulders and she breathed deeply. She was probably going to have to show a documentary or something for her classes tomorrow as she was just so tired, but she felt good about herself, about her life. She –

"Jane?"

It was a faint whisper, but it was enough for her to open her eyes and gaze questioningly at the shirtless man standing in front of her in just a pair of black lounge pants. "Loki?"

She wondered briefly if she were dreaming, why else would he be here? Her lips pulled into a grin as she looked him over. His messy black hair, his tired confused stare… He appeared to have just stumbled out of bed…into Sigyn's kitchen? It must be a dream.

Knowing she didn't have much time before the oven timer roused her, Jane stepped towards him with firm movements. He swallowed, his eyes still questioning her presence, though his mouth opened willingly enough once their lips touched. The next few moments were a blur of passion and fire, and found Jane being lifted off her feet, Loki's hands slipping under the jersey to caress and squeeze her nearly bare bottom. Jane moan, locking her legs around his waist and grinding against his notable bulge.

"I have to stop dreaming about you like this," he muttered as he set her down on the island's countertop, his nose skipping up her neck as he breathed her in. "You're driving me mad."

"What do you mean?" Jane's voice was breathy and uneven, but she fought to speak her mind just the same, even as his lips drew her earlobe into his mouth. "I'm the one dreaming."

Loki leaned back enough so that his lust darkened eyes locked with her own, his mouth opening – most likely to protest – but fell silent as a shrill beeping noise filled the air. He blinked a few times as he backed up a little to turn off the timer and oven before getting a mitt to remove the food and set the pan onto the stove. Loki licked his lips as he set the over mitt beside the stove as well, his eyes turning to take in Jane who hadn't moved from her place on the countertop, his mouth opening to whisper the words that were pounding inside her head.

"You're really here?"

He moved closer to her again, slowly as if fearing she'd bolt like a frightened animal, his hand reached out to touch her face. Jane moaned a bit at the feel of him, her eyelids fluttering shut as her drunken mind tried to process all that was happening. "You're actually sitting here, in my old school jersey," she heard him say, causing her eyes to open. She wondered at the heated look in his icy eyes, but merely offered a soft, "apparently," to his words.

"You said," he pushed, forcing himself to breathe, "you said you were dreaming. Why did you think that?" A crooked smirk graced his face. "Do you often dream of me, Jane?"

Jane was uncertain as to what to do, but felt a sudden boldness fill her as she barely registered the soft foot falls of Sigyn's return. Jane scouted forward until she slip off the countertop, her body pressing against Loki's body and sliding down it until she was firmly on her feet. She could feel his pronounce erection through his cotton pants, and forced her eyes to lock with his own. "Wouldn't you like to know," she whisper sassily as she brushed passed him towards the stove. She felt Loki reach out for her, and her treacherous body ached for him to touch her again – it had been so long, years, since a man had touched her after all. Sigyn entered the room before his hand grabbed her, and she knew he'd pulled away.

"Loki," the blond question.

"Just getting a drink. You know how hard it is for me to sleep after mother's had one of her fits," he explained, his voice full of warmness.

"Was it bad this time?"

Jane turned to face them in time to see Loki shrug. "About the same really, but her health is declining."

Jane bit her lip nervously, feeling suddenly out of place. "Foods ready," she said, clearing her throat. "I'm…um…I'm actually feeling tired, so I'll head up to bed and leave you to your family business." Forcing an awkward smile, she excused herself.

Laying down in Sigyn's bed that night, Jane found it hard to sleep. Her mind was busy and buzzing, and… honestly she was incredibly turned on from her little run in with Loki. He'd referred to Sigyn's mom and 'mother'… Great, I'm attracted to my new friend's brother. Way to go, Jane. With a heavy sigh, she forced her eyes closed and named constellations in her mind until she finally fell asleep.