Nat had a feeling she'd get some payback from Loki after the stunt she pulled with the therapy setting (though the following fuck had been entirely worth the dent in her mattress.) Still, she couldn't be bothered to be worried. He thought himself so sneaky when really? There were many a time when he was transparent as all get out, despite his assumptions otherwise. The false therapy session wouldn't have worked if she hadn't been able to read him so well, to see how much he liked being taken over. She smiled at the memory, a familiar heat between her legs rising as she tightened her hands over the steering wheel. She'd been on the road for far too long, as far as she was concerned, but it was a nice enough day and she had some time before having to get to the next mission, so why not take one of Stark's better cars and go on a road trip? The fresh air was well worth it.

With a jolt she remembered the CD that had been left out for her, the handwriting Stark's, with a note telling her to give a listen to this while out on the open road. 'It'll help,' his note had promised before warning her not to hurt his baby.

Help with what? And how was his music, with all his crass guitar and loud-mouthed lyrics, supposed to help her? And though curiosity killed the cat, nothing was said about spiders. She popped the CD in and rolled one of the windows of the porsche down, actually smiling as a full-bodied violin started on what sounded like a concerto. Dvorak, if she wasn't mistaken. Color her impressed for Tony knowing she liked the New World symphony. And he was right, as much as she hated to admit it (and would never tell him); between the slow start of violins, french horn, and flute, to the far more quicker paced body of the piece, she felt the tension slip from her shoulders, the minor worry of Loki's retaliation falling even further behind in her mind. What could he do when she was going to be in Chicago and he still in New York?

It wasn't until the second movement, when she was entirely relaxed and smiling like a loon, that she heard the soft laughter. It sent goosebumps up her skin as she recognized it as Loki's, and coming from the high quality speakers of the car it sounded like pure sex, as though he was there with her.

"I hope you are relaxed my dear while I am on our bed back in the tower, my hand on my hard cock as I imagine you atop me. Do you miss me? Will you while you are away on your trip where I cannot get to you to bend you over and make you scream-."

With a huff of air she hadn't realized she'd been holding in, she tried switching tracks. What the hell was going on?

Another laugh. "I miss you beneath me, your ass so round and firm in my grip as I bring my hand across your soft skin, spanking you hard as I know you like, my cock nestled in your cunt as you buck back against me, the only man to make you come completely undone. I love unnerving you like this, getting you hot and bothered-."

She groaned, the once subtle heat between her legs bursting into an inferno of desire. Damn him, damn him, damn him. Maybe she shouldn't have gotten so cocky about thinking he wouldn't find some way of taking her by surprise. In a last ditch effort, and to pull her mind from the way he was talking about sucking on her breasts because unf it should not sound that hot, she pressed the power button to turn the radio off.

This time it sounded as though he was right beside her, and she nearly swerved off the road as she tried to look for where the voice was coming from, whispering in her ears about how he wanted to fuck her all day and all night in her hotel in Chicago, spread her out across the bed and make love to her slowly at first, their bodies in tandem as he thrust into her and filled her up, taking his time to bring her body to its peak, before fucking so hard the entire building would hear her scream.

Okay, now she did need to pull over, opting for an abandoned parking lot, thankful that she'd gotten started driving at a time when no one else seemed to be on the road. Parking the car perhaps a little more forcefully than she should've, she leaned the car seat all the way back and hiked her jacket off from around her shoulders and over her torso. At least to anyone looking it might seem as though she was asleep, while in reality her right hand was ripping the zipper of her pants down before shimmying her jeans and panties lower on her hips.

"Mm, are you wet for me, darling? I wish I was there to taste you, you always taste so good when you're nice and hot for me, when you're so hot for me you cannot stand it. I love seeing you laid out in front of me, wanton and ready for my cock to fill you up. Do you wish I was there, too, to give you what you want, what you crave?"

"No, I hate you," she gritted. She'd give him a piece of her mind when she got back, right after she was done riding him into oblivion. Somewhere, in the background of all of his talking, she recognized the switch from Dvorak to Shostakovich, and she had to admit that she was proud of him for having taken the time to find another composer she liked. Double damn him.

"I want to bed you right now, my darling, bury myself so deep within you, with your legs and arms wrapped so tight around me I'll never be free. I want to kiss you until the end of time, to fuck you until you cannot stand, cannot think past the sensation of how I feel within you. I want you to stare into my eyes as I take you any which way you want, whether you or I are on top, whether you have control or I do. I just want you, my darling. I want to feel you against me, around me, breathe you in, devour you whole."

She moaned as she slipped a couple fingers into her, thumb pressing hard on her own clit as she pumped her hand furiously, the color rising in her cheeks as she breathed heavily. His voice seemed to fill her up, even without the stereo on, even without him being anywhere near her. She could all but feel the heat of his body against hers, and she jerked her hips up against her hand because of it.

"Are you all laid out and waiting for me, my darling? Ready for me to take you at any moment, to claim you so no other man may have you? Do you want me to make you mine, my darling? Forever?"

Yes. Damn him to hell, yes she did. She whimpered and bit down on her bottom lip, gyrating her hips out of habit.

"I cannot hear you."

"Fuck-yes, Loki," she moaned, unsure whether he could hear her or not.

"Louder."

Oh she hated him. "Yes! Loki please," she whined, back arching as she added a third finger. Even with the three of them it couldn't compare, but she tried her best anyway, and the orgasm that followed was half hearted, and all the while Loki whispered around her how he loved to watch her atop him, her breasts bouncing and face screwed up with pleasure as he thrust his hips up to join her. She panted as she finally managed to see straight, Loki's voice still going. Was this going to continue all the way to Chicago? She groaned as she pulled her hand free and wiped it clean on a napkin Stark kept in the glove compartment, glad for it, and that there were more. It was going to be a long, incredibly unsatisfying trip.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Thanks again for reading, and thanks to Alison for the prompt!