Part 3 heading y'alls way ;) This one is most definitely rated M. Read at your own discretion.

~Sirius

Anja followed Loki through the doors of his chambers, glancing around as she felt the warmth of his palm on hers. She had not taken the time last night to look around at his rooms fully. She had been too caught up with him. They really were quite nice, exceedingly fit for a prince such as him. They stopped just in the door, Loki turning to face her as she took him in.

Her hands were already on his armor, long fingers tracing over the grooves and leather, remembering every part of it she could. With shaking fingers, she reached up to pull the heavy helmet off of his head before tossing it to the side. She ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of the black silk between her fingers. "I think I prefer the helmet off," she whispered as she pressed herself against him, the hard metal of his armor pressing against her breasts. She could feel the cool of the metal seeping through her gown as her arms went up to wrap around his neck, hands resting gently on either side of his neck as they glided down to his shoulders. Then, with a flash of her magic, she had sent the heavy metal clamoring to the floor, nothing but black trousers and a green undershirt covering him from her.

He gave her a small smile as he brought his forehead to hers and she closed the distance between their lips in a swift movement, capturing his lips in a tender and chaste kiss. He let out a groan as the kiss deepened. Then, he pulled away, taking her hand and leading her away from the door. He seemed to see exactly what she was thinking as he steered her not to his bedroom, but to one of the couches that sat in his sitting area.

He shoved a heavy book off of the leather, adjusting the pillows before he sat down with her, pulling her against his chest as she sank into his lap. "We are not going to bed?" she asked in a disappointed tone.

Loki smiled again. "Impatient, aren't you, My Love?" he said as his hands wrapped even further around her waist.

She fake pouted, sticking out her lower lip as she looked him dead in the eye. He surprised her even more by taking her face between his hands and kissing her full on that lip. He kept her face between his hands, kissing her, holding her, and simply feeling her weight on him. Last night had been too rushed. She had tired too quickly and he had not had time to enjoy her presence. He had cursed himself to see the faint love bites he had left her with along her jaw that she had covered up with an enchantment. He, of course, could see them but he doubted they had been obvious to those that did not expect them.

He would be gentler tonight and he solidified this promise to himself as she mewed beneath his gentle onslaught, her arms coming to rest about his neck. "Loki," she said as she pulled away to meet his eyes. "I want you."

He stroked her cheek gently, taking in the depth of her silver eyes. "Anja, I love you. And I suppose I must thank you for allowing me to steal you away for the night." A smirk was playing on his lips.

She grinned then as she shifted in his lap and he suppressed a groan. "Really, My Prince, it was my pleasure." She straddled him, never looking away from his gaze as she pressed her torso against him, arms around his neck and resting behind his head. "But, My Prince, now that you have me the question is what are you going to do with me?" She leaned in to place a kiss on his neck and he squirmed slightly, his hands digging into her waist as her own hands wrapped into the material of his shirt.

"You are amazing," he said finally, taking her face in his hands. "But, Anja, I want to take our time tonight, Last night was over too soon and I fear I may have hurt you." His fingers traced the love bite on her left collarbone and he felt her quiver.

"You did no such thing," she said, appalled. "I am not so fragile."

He placed a hand on her cheek, meeting her gaze again as she melted into his palm. "Aye, but you are a lady. And you deserve the respect that a prince should give."

She humphed as she shifted again, pouting with her lower lip out. "Anja, someone may bite that lip if you do not keep it tucked in."

At that, her eyes went wide, but a smile was upon her eyes again as she threw her head back and laughed outright. When they sobered up, she looked down at him, already feeling his arousal pressed against her through the rough material of his pants. Her dress was hitched up high over her hips, the thin straps hanging loosely on her shoulders. His hand went up to the braid she had her dark curls in, tugging with a bit of magic before it came tumbling down around her shoulders. The overwhelming scent of lavender reached him and he could feel her warmth radiating from between her thighs. Damn, he needed her. Soon.

She seemed to see it in his eyes as well as she reached a tentative hand down to the button of his pants, silver eyes never leaving his as she brushed him through the material down there. Gods, the look in his eyes when she did something as simple as this… Love overpowered her and she pressed a kiss to his forehead as her hand continued its journey. With a final gleam in her eyes, she undid the last button, opening it up merely enough to serve the purpose she needed.

"Loki, I want you. I need you. Now." Her voice shook as his hand trailed from her collarbone to her breast, the other at the small of her back as he held her there.

He was losing himself as well, but he kept eye contact with her. "Then have me, My Love," he said breathlessly.

Anja shifted once more before she had settled above him. Her own considerable inexperience weighed heavily in her mind. She had never had him like this before… but it felt so right.

His strong hands helped her, guiding her downwards so she was completely filled by him. He kept eye contact with her, watching in wonder as her little mouth gaped open in a soundless gasp at the feel of him. Her silver eyes were wide as she looked back at him, panting. His own breath had grown ragged now and all he knew was that he had to have this woman. He had to have her by his side for good. His thoughts were interrupted when she leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips, tongue tracing his own playfully. Then it was all too much for her and she threw her head back, letting out a moan. He took advantage of her exposed throat, his lips tackling it in tender kisses as he pulled her to him a little closer.

"Go ahead," he whispered in her ear. "I am yours."

She let out a shudder as she rolled her head to look at him. She felt so right here, completely connected with him. And then she began to move. Her eyes were closed, hands resting on his shoulders as she grinded into him again, slowly, methodically.

"Look…. At…. Me," he commanded each time their hips met and her head threatened to drop back again. He reached up to take her chin gently in his hand, guiding her head back to look down at him as their rhythm increased slightly. Silver snapped open to meet emerald as a loud, animalistic groan came from his lips.

They were so close… so close to something that Anja wondered if she would ever get enough of. But in that moment, she reveled in the experience, of attaining that little death that would bring her and him towards their release. She loved him. She always would. And in the emerald of his eyes, she knew he loved her too.

She let out a few yelps as his thrusts grew in frequency, but she did not lose her own rhythm. "Anja," Loki gasped out.

The edge was approaching, and Anja was ready to fall head first into it with the man beneath her.

*o*O*o*

The echoes of Anja's screams were all that reminded her that she had made any sound. The moment her climax had hit her, she had fallen into Loki, him holding her to him before he withdrew from her. They were both still almost fully clothed, Anja's head resting against his shirt.

She did not know how long they stayed there. It could have been hours, minutes… But she could not find it in her to care. All she felt was him, his smell, the strength of his arms that wrapped round her.

"Are you alright?" he said quietly after what felt like a lifetime later.

Anja picked her head up, looking at him. "I have never been better, Loki." He kissed her lips, his tongue slipping between them as he explored her.

"Well then," he said after a moment. "If you have had your fill of me here, I would like to make it to my bed at some point tonight with you." Her eyes widened as she took him in, and he raised her gently from his lap and took her by the hand to guide her gently towards his bed. "Ladies first, I believe," he said with a slight grin on his face. She led the way, finding the door that led to his sleeping chambers. The room was bathed in a golden light when she entered. She'd not seen any hall in Asgard look so beautiful. It was intoxicating in its own way… She heard Loki close the door… and his footsteps approach from behind her.

Gently, sweetly, his hand came to brush her wild mane over her right shoulder, intertwining in her hair as he leaned in to kiss her neck. His nose travelled the length of her throat, down to her right shoulder and her back arched into him, a hand flying back to bury in his hair. "Loki."

At the sound of her saying his name, he wrapped his arms around her, turning her around and kissing her full force. His Anja… She moaned beneath his lips, rubbing her thighs together as she realized she needed him down there again. How could another control her in such away?! If she had been told that she would fall in love with a man two years ago, she would have laughed in the face of the topic. Now, her life seemed to have taken a complete 180. She needed Loki like the very air she breathed. In every single way possible, she needed to be with him.

As he pulled her flush against him, she could feel his erection press into her stomach. He needed her too…

She tore away from his kiss, turning and directing his hand to the zipper at her back. When he went to use magic, she stopped him. "Let us do it the right way," she murmured as she felt the cool of his fingertips brush against the sensitive skin between her shoulder blades.

"As my lady wishes," he said quietly after a moment. In a matter of seconds his long fingers had undone the laces of her outer dress, sliding it down her body slowly, his hands rubbing her breasts, her stomach, her thighs as he guided it off of her. His hands snaked in between the 'V' of her thighs, his teeth grazing the outer shell of her ear. Gods, her eyes rolled back slightly to feel him touching her again and she let out a gasp as his hands left the 'v' of her legs momentarily, then travelled back in between them once more. Four, Five, six… she lost count how many times he touched her in such a way, his strong hands igniting every nerve ending in her body as she arched back into him. Her underskirtswere mere annoyances now. She wanted to feel him completely...

Her corset was growing too hot to bear and she writhed under his hold as the tension deep in her belly escalated to a level she had never experienced before. His hands… those remarkable hands were all over her, moving back to her breasts when they left her further down. She was helpless as she arched back, throwing her hands behind his head as her breasts pushed back against his hands. She heard him let out a gasp in surprise and his lips were on her neck once more before she turned around to face him.

She needed to feel his bare chest against her. Her hands fumbled with the green material of his shirt, but she was able to stay focused long enough to open it completely before her, exposing his alabaster chest to her. The white skin stretched over a layer of lean muscle greeted her… and she licked her lips before she looked back up to his smiling face. His eyes were hooded, lust shining in them as he wrapped his arms around her waist once more. She kissed his lips, pulling his face down to her level so she wouldn't have to stretch up on her tiptoes… before edging him towards the bed. She was on top of him in no time, the golden glow of the room flashing in her silver eyes as he flipped the top blanket off to expose the cool sheets. His fingers worked with her corset, trying to undo the stubborn laces at her back.

"Oh, Damn it to hell," he growled through his lust before removing the corset with a swipe of his magic. In an instant, he had switched their positions, he now over her in the bed. He peeled the infernal thing away from her body, exposing her long, curvy torso to his roaming gaze. "Oh, Anja," he said as he looked down at the goddess stretched out before him. "You are truly beautiful."

She smiled, fighting the natural urge to cover her body. With a flick of his wrist, his trousers were gone and he was positioned between her legs. He waited on her to nod before he eased into her once more, claiming her mouth with his own as his tongue danced with hers. She let out a cry when he was completely within her, her hand flying to his hair. He pulled away from the kiss, looking down at her wide eyes. He withdrew once more, slamming into her again as she arched beneath him.

"Say my name," he said quietly as he bit down tenderly on her shoulder.

After letting out a gasp, she obliged. "Loki."

He withdrew. "Again," he said as he eased into her, pulling out just before she could truly feel him.

"LOKI!" She screamed it that time and he knew she wanted more. The desperateness in her voice was pure music and her gasps were for none other than him. He entered again.

"Oh, Anja!" he let out a cry as she began to shudder around him, begging for release. Her eyes snapped open when he came down to meet her lips and she rolled over the top of him, leaning down as her hips grinded into him in the same, slow pattern he had adopted with her. His hands went up to grip her hips, one trailing over her navel as she grinded again into him. She bent over, her hair tickling his face as she kissed him once more. She was being too slow. He couldn't take it. He had to have her falling apart in his hands soon… and he needed his own release as well. Like the air he breathed, he needed his Anja.

His instinct took over as he rolled her back on her back, taking care never to leave her. She looked a bit dumbfounded as he closed his eyes and began to thump into her hard and fast. Her hips quickly adapted, however, and she began to meet him, thrust for thrust as he took her to a level she never knew existed.

"Arghh!" she let out another scream as he spent himself inside her and his weight sank into her once more. He panted against her breast, his head rising and falling with her chest as her breathing slowed. "Gods, Loki…" she whispered with a smile on her face. "If you only knew what you did to me…"

He grinned. "The feeling, I must confess, is mutual, My Lady," He said as he planted a kiss in between her breasts.

"I love you," she said as his mouth travelled to her stomach, biting and sucking the tender flesh. One of her hands travelled to his hair, running through it and taking the ends in her fingers as she twirled them.

He was back on top of her, looking directly into her silver gaze. "And I love you." He kissed her chastely on the lips. "I always will."

She smiled as he brought his head down to rest over her heart, both of their breathing easing as her hands found the ends of his hair again. They laid there for several minutes, each enjoying the feel of the other and the warmth of their intertwined bodies. So connected, so right…

He inhaled her scent: lavender and the warm smell he had never been able to place on her. "Anja…" he said, the golden glow of his room leaving him feeling warm and peaceful. "Do you want to try something?"

He lifted his head to meet her slightly confused gaze. "Is it with you?" she asked quietly.

He let out a smile. "Do you think I would let you go anywhere right after what we just shared?"

She studied him before nodding her agreement slowly.

He grinned as he helped her to her knees, facing her away from him. She felt him as he pressed against her back, his arousal already prominent…

"Stay just so," he said as his hands began to shoot in and out from between her thighs as he done earlier, travelling from her hips to her most private place and back again. Only this time, without the fabric of her dress to muffle his touch… Gods she was lost with him once more. "Trust me," he whispered into her neck as he licked from her left ear lobe to the hollow of her collarbone. His hand wound itself in her hair again as he tipped her head back gently, kissing along the exposed part of her skin. Then one of his hands began to go back to her breasts…

"L-Loki!" she whimpered as he bit down on her shoulder. Her thighs began to close a bit in an effort to hold the hand not at her breast where she needed his touch the most. He let out a chuckle.

"Are you ready for me?" he said into her ear, a lethal whisper spoken in the most intimate fashion. She shivered before she nodded. "Well then…"

One of his knees shot between her legs, opening her to him as his hand in between her legs shot down to wrap around her right knee. He lifted her up, both arching backwards as he entered her again. "Loki!" One of her hands shot to his hair as she cried out his name. And then he began to move, her grinding her hips back to meet each of his fluid thrusts. Her knees barely touched the mattress as he held her up, moving with her…

They came, loud and hard as she fell backwards on top of him, his head at the foot of the bed and her body draped across his chest.

"Gods," he gasped. "Will there ever be enough of you?" he whispered in her ear.

She was so close to sleep now. "The same could be said for you, my Prince." She kissed the spot over his heart. They fell asleep there, wrapped in each other's arms for the second time since she had been in Asgard.

There will be a slight wrap-up fluffy chapter after this, but nothing near the scope of what I just wrote... I'm still in disbelief that I just wrote three thousand words worth of smut... XD

~Sirius