Slash. Lots of Slash. Not Annab appropriate. You have been warned.

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Just One Yesterday

They had taken Loki in hours earlier. New York, a busy city she had come to love, now lay in ruins. Part of Manhattan did, at least. And it was all his fault. She was sat on her bed, swigging from a bottle of Smirnoff. Not as good as some, but far from the worst. She gradually felt her limbs start to tingle with inebriation as she drank more and more, recounting what they had done, he had done, earlier that day. When she couldn't take it any more, she stormed out of her bunk, agents scurrying out of her way as she fumed, her feet carrying her down to the detention level, then along to his cell. After entering the code she knew was needed to make the door open, as well as the one to make this meeting off the record and to erase any evidence of this meeting, she slammed the door open with such force that the prisoner in the middle of the room startled slightly, turning his head to look at her. There was no glass between them now, and a metal mask binding his silver tongue.

"What,no clever words? No lies, no tricks?" She taunted. He just glared at her. "You know, I actually think I preferred you when you could talk." She walked across the room, slower than she normally would have in order to conceal her drunken state. She reached around him, and unfastened his cuffs first, before moving her hands upwards and releasing his collar. As soon as the lock sprang apart, he pounced, far faster and more agile than anyone should be after being a hulk toy. When he smelt her breath, he smirked at the scent of alcohol on it. Then, he leaned down, bringing his mouth to close to her ear.

"Now, my dear, maybe we should get to why you really came down here and released me. What you were longing for that day on the helicarrier, but were too proud to acknowledge. That you want to see whether I really am a god among men, and i can assure you, my dear, that I am." He pressed his body against hers, so she could feel the size of the swelling, even beneath his battle armour. She could feel herself grow warmer with anticipation, as he lowered his head further, and nibbled on the secret spot behind her ear. As intoxicated and turned on as she was, she was in no position to protest.

"Fuck me," she hissed. He turned his head to look at her, barring his teeth in a ferrel grin.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you?" He replied smoothly, sliding his hand over her breast, before dipping it gently inside her uniform and fumbling with its tip.

"Fuck me," she moaned, becoming more desperate as he started to handle her breast more roughly.

"Say my name," was his smooth reply, before he lowered head to her neck once again. She knew she shouldn't, but she had already played with the devil. What was an Asgardian by comparison.

"Fuck me, Loki," she moaned, slightly loader than last time.

"Very good my dear." He removed his hand from her breast and waved it in the air. Their clothes instantly vanished, and reappeared in a neat pile in the other side of the cell. Looking down, she realised why she had been able to feel him through the armour. He was massive. He teased her entrance with his tip, before plunging deep inside her, her hips bucking against his as she threw her head back and moaned his name.

"Loki..." He growled in response, becoming faster and faster. After what felt like hours, but was really only moments, she felt her body vibrate, as waves of pleasure went through her body, just as he emptied his seed into her. Between the battle, the bottle and her orgasm, Natasha felt exhausted, and slumped against him. They lay there for a while, catching their breaths. Then, they got up, in almost synchronised movements, and put their clothes back on. Then, he let her slide back on his cuffs and the mask, before she slipped out of the cell and up to her room, and fell asleep, never wanting ti forget how good that was.

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The next day, they took him and Thor to the park. As Natasha looked at the god, she remembered the day before. She would change everyone'e opinions of him of they knew about that, their opinions if her too. They were both demons inside, having killed angels for the fun of it. She might have done it for others, and him for power, but both did it for pleasure. She leaned over to Clint, and whispered something horrible about Loki that she knew would make him feel better, as they watched the gods leave. As she was walking away she realised. What she wouldn't give for one more yesterday. Yesterday evening, at any rate.

Finite.