Disclaimer: So...I've never written something so...graphically smut-tastic before. And I'm proud of it, but also very nervous about sharing it. I don't know what's too much or too little or silly or weird or actually sexy or not at all sexy but...here it is. I can't tell you how many times it's been scratched and retooled as I type away at my computer like an awkward turtle...

Ugh! I just want it to be really, really, really good because I love all you reader's and I want to just knock your socks right off! This is for you! You!

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Chapter 18

Easily

"I'm taking a shower." Ellie announced.

Loki didn't bother acknowledging her. He was staring into the flames of the fire, remembering the great halls of Asgard and the many times he had sat with his brother. It was a memory he held dear. One that would haunt him always.

Ellie slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind her. It was a useless action. She knew that Loki could do much more than pick a lock. She did to send a message more that anything else.

From what she could guess, Loki had heightened senses as a god. He probably heard the click of the lock as clear as a claxon bell.

She shed her dress and stockings and stepped into a steaming shower. She did not need one, but she wanted to feel the heat against her body. She leaned against the wall of the shower and slid down. Clutching her knees to her chest she listened to the roar of the water droplets rain down on her.

Try as she might she couldn't shake the sound of Loki's words. They echoed in her head, playing like a broken record. There is very little I won't do to get my way.

Lightly, Ellie began to bang her head against the tiled wall. She was such an idiot. She knew it. She had been told time and time again.

I don't understand...why I feel so safe when I'm with him. If tonight was any clue...Loki did that. Started the fire. What if people died? People could have died. Ellie...you know what he can do, no, you still don't know everything he can do. But...he's...hurting...so much. To be lied to by the only people to trust...

Ellie pressed her forehead against the cool surface of the ivory tiled wall. As the steaming water slid down her skin, she allowed herself to be consumed in frustration.

She now knew all that he was...

But I still...I still...

Loki could hear the bathroom door slide open at an achingly slow pace. Steam burst from the room in cloudy waves. A pleasant flowery smell soon followed. Ellie's feet dragged on the shining wood floors, as she slunk out of the bathroom. She was dressed in a pair of thin shorts and a fuzzy pink sweater. The sweater was two sizes to big for Ellie, her right shoulder was bare as the hem slid easily down her arm.

Her face was hidden from Loki, lost in a large white towel that she was running vigorously through her thick darkened locks. Loki watched her carefully.

Loki was a stranger to emotions. His own emotions especially. He had watched men of power fall into weakness at the hand of their own foolish emotions.

From the time he was a child he could hear the whispers of those around him.

Such a strange boy. Hardly ever smiles. Unless he's at the helm of chaos. Never cries either. It's uncouth. It's not right.

He soon learned to mimic the emotions of others, but he could never know if he truly understood them.

It wasn't until much later in his life did he become aware of true emotion. He knew betrayal first. Betrayal came at the hand of his very own family. He learned of lamentation next. Then wrath, overpowering and relentless.

With each new emotion came a time of intense confusion and struggle. Loki could finally understand why emotions had brought about the downfall of so many. They were messy, strange, and terrible.

So it came as no surprise that he found himself struggling with his feelings now. The sight of Ellie, in such an unkempt state no less, was giving way to an entirely new emotion inside of him.

It caused his chest to quake. He lost his breath. He felt, for a sliver of a second, powerless at the sight of her.

As he watched her run a brush through her tangled hair, he was able to decipher the clutter of feelings into a tangible train of thought.

He knew that this particular feeling was a long time coming. Coupled with the events of the evening, seeing Steve Roger's cause her to smile, touch her, connect with her only strengthened his resolve.

So this...This is desire.

In that moment, he wanted nothing as much as he wanted her. His mind's eye was desperate to rip the flimsy fabrics away from her body and take her completely as his own.

His instinct towards hesitation baffled him. He was a prince of Asgard, a god most feared. He if wanted something, anything, he could damn well take it.

Loki shook off any feeling of doubt. He was by her side in a matter of steps. Reaching out he wrapped firm fingers around her wrist, the one that held the brush.

To hear her very slight intake of breath at his touch only goaded him further. He swiped the brush from her grasp and let it fall on the nightstand with a resounding clatter. He pulled her wrist away from him so that she was facing him completely.

Ellie looked up at Loki with wide eyes. She bit down hard on her lip, trying to contain her surprise. Try as she might, she could not read the intense gaze he directed at her. She felt a blush creep up her already flushed face as his eyes raked downwards, surveying every inch of her.

Before she could speak, before she even dared to move, his mouth descended onto the bare skin of her shoulder. His lips were as light as feathers on her skin, fluttering over every inch of shoulder with care.

What is he doing? Ellie knew that she should push him away, demand him to stop, run away maybe. But...dammit...It feels so wonderful.

She would be fooling herself, really. To say she didn't want this. She knew she shouldn't want this.

Oh, fuck it. She thought, letting any and all inhibitions fall away like a dying skin.

Ellie shut her dark eyes and ever so slightly moved closer to him. It was a move Loki knew she wasn't conscious of making, one that was so small that only he, with all of his heightened senses, could pick up on. She wanted him as he wanted her.

With great swiftness his hands took hold of either side of her face and pulled her to him. His lips attacked hers with paralyzing force. Ellie's mind was in whirl as he nipped at her lower lip. Her mouth opened to him and he continued his assault. Ellie felt her arms wrap tightly around his neck.

She could not believe that this was happening to her. She had been with men in the past, but never like this. This seemed real and put her past "relationships" to shame. She never believed that she would be able to have something she wanted. Not like this.

And she wanted it. She couldn't deny it any longer. Loki, Eric, whoever he was he was an extremely attractive man. However, it wasn't his looks that made her want him. He was clever and crafty, intelligent and eloquent. She couldn't ignore her feelings for him. No matter how foolish and misguided they may be.

Ellie knew it from the moment he had told her the truth. He was the cat. He was seen sides of her that no one else had seen. And yet here he was. Looking at her. Those bright green eyes, piercing straight into her soul.

"Ellie." Loki whispered. She couldn't contain her moan of approval at the sound. To her ears she knew he wasn't calling to her, rather for her. It was a call to action so to speak.

One she was desperate to answer.

"Loki."

The god of mischief and lies felt his heart burst inside of him at the sound of his name. The lust in her voice was there. There was also something else. Something he had never heard before. Affection. Raw and true and real. Not pity.

He pulled back, but kept Ellie's face locked in his grasp. Affection flooded through her eyes as it did her voice.

His fingers traced lightly over her cheek. Her eyes were shut tightly, he wished to see those dark wells.

He dipped his head down laying a tender kiss on her forehead. As he had hoped, her eye fluttered open.

Ellie looked up at him and her breath hitched in her throat. Her whole being felt caught up in his eyes.

"Loki..."

To hear his name pronounced with such tenderness and need shook Loki in his darkest depths. He felt almost shamed by her love for him. Ashamed and fearful that he could not match it. He was a creature of great and terrible pride. The very last thing her would ever be was outmatched.

"You are beautiful." He said, his fingers tangling in her hair. He trailed a path of light kisses down her face, to the tip of her chin and over her neck. He could feel the rush of blood in her veins and the steady beating of her heart. "So beautiful."

For once he wasn't resting on lies or tricks. He was stunned to stillness. To think that a mortal could look so becoming to his eye. A smile tugged at his lips when a rosy blush crept onto her face.

Modesty. He recognized. How cute.

None of the women he had ever bedded behaved in such a way. They did not wait for him to pepper them with compliments. They did not expect it. Those woman were there to please him. They only wished to get in and out and boast that they had entered the lions den and left relatively unharmed.

He expected their behavior, shaped it in a way that pleased him.

However, this was different. Ellie was no Asgardian.

Loki did not know what to expect. He did not know what she expected of him.

He knew only that he wanted to pleasure her. He wanted to see her lovely face contorted in lust and longing. He wanted her to be his. He wanted for her to give herself up willingly. It would be no fun to simply take her as he had women in the past.

With steady arms he swept Ellie's small body up onto the bed. She fell into the sheets, her head hitting a pillow. Her thoughts rolled around like mush in her brain. All she could manage to do was breath. She realized too late that he was hovering over her, one knee in between her legs.

He knelt over her, propping himself up with one elbow. It thrilled him to see her underneath him, her damp hair spread around her head like a ruby veil. She gasped, deliciously loud, when his lips latched onto her neck. He smothered her thin skin with hard kisses. His lips trailed up to her ear and he nibbled gently at her earlobe. He grinned into her skin as her whole body jolted at the move.

He pulled back, straddling her hips. He grinned down at his lovely little prize. Her chest heaved with growing desire. Her arms were splayed helplessly to side, useless to her now. A sly sneer grew on his face as he slowly pushed the hem of her sweater up and up. He breathed kisses over her stomach, blazing a new trail.

Ellie wasn't sure what to feel anymore. She felt her face become flush and a squeal slipped past her lips as his mouth tickled the sensitive flesh of her stomach. Without thinking, she gripped the folds of her sweater and shimmied it over her head, tossing it far away.

His tongue swept in between her small breasts and Ellie felt a pleasant shiver run up and down her spine.

Then an entirely new feeling shocked her senses.

As Loki's mouth moved steadily upwards, his fingers traveled down and down. All of a sudden, his fingers arrived at their destination. They traced lightly over her slit, rubbing without hesitation Ellie gasped. She had not realized that Loki had removed her shorts and panties. Her whole body grew stiff.

Loki was not unaware of her sudden discomfort. His mouth was at her ear.

"Can you handle this?" He whispered huskily.

Ellie's answered caught in her throat. It didn't sound like a question. It sounded to her like a challenge. A challenge.

He thinks I'm so sweet and innocent. Ellie thought, unsure of why this irked her. I'm not a little girl. I'm not even a virgin. Although...I'm sure he's more...experienced than I could ever imagine to myself to be.

Loki waited without patience for an answer. He did not know what he would do if she refused him. He was desperate for her, but he didn't want to force himself upon her. There was thrill in the hunt, yes. However, there was never pleasure in cheating when playing a game such as this.

Finally, she answered.

"Yes, of course." Ellie managed, between gasping breaths. She wasn't entirely convinced that she could take him on. But God she wanted to know.

To reassure him, and herself, completely, Ellie reached her hand up and grasped his collar. Pulling his face to hers she kissed him with all of the strength she could muster. Her fingers struggled to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Loki could have waved the clothes away, but magic (like all great things) had its place and it was most certainly not the bedroom. Loki had no need of it there. After many attempts and a few whispered curse words, Ellie had managed to undo every button. She pulled the fabric apart and motioned for Loki to assist her.

He shed the clothes easily, leaving him clad only in the gray slacks. Ellie reached down intnet on undoing the clasp of his belt, but Loki wrapped steady hands around her wrists and guided them up over her head. He tsked her gently.

"Not yet, my sweet." He whispered slyly. Ellie looked up at him questioningly.

Without breaking her gaze, Loki released her wrists and shifted himself backwards. His hands slid down her sides and gripped her thighs guiding them apart and over his broad shoulders.

Only then did Ellie realize what his plans were. She whimpered, beet red with embarrassment. She had certainly never tried that before. Instinctively she tried to squirm away, her legs slipping out of his grasp, her knees locking together, Loki pulled them apart and placed a steady hand on her belly.

"Stay still." He commanded. Ellie felt her heart flutter in her chest at the dominant nature of his voice. It was new and exciting. Her skin twitched with apprehension and anticipation.

She gasped as his finger's gently explored her nether regions. She knew she was already wet and wondered why it embarrassed her so. Her frets and worries soon melted away when she felt Loki's toungue brush over her pink folds.

"What? Wh-what are you doing?" She breathed, her fingers tangling in the sheets.

Loki ignored her, could hardly hear her. Couldn't she see that he was busy? He had never taken the time to pleasure a woman in such a way. In the past, he had always been the commander and the receiver. Now hw was poking around in unknown territory, but the sounds Ellie was making he knew he was doing something right.

"God!" Ellie cried, her back arching as his tongue delved inside of her with aching slowness. She had to call upon every ounce of control she had as his tongue lingered over her clit, flicking and fluttering. She felt growing heat fill her body.

After several minutes of this, Loki could sense that she was reaching close to climax.

Just a moment longer. He thought.

Ellie felt the pleasure grow in her, threatening to tear her chest apart.

Almost...She thought. I'm almost.

Just when she was about to tip over the edge, Loki pulled away. The heat inside her belly shattered into pieces.

Loki grinned, relishing the beautiful cry of lust and disappointment that spilled out of her.

"Godammit." She groaned, her body still reeling from the almost orgasm that she was hoping for. "Loki."

The god sneered before he smothered more kisses over her naked, sweat covered body. Ellie's back arched, her body pressing against his to ease his travels. He stopped, his lips by her ear.

"Did you enjoy that?" He whispered.

Ellie refused to answer. Not that she felt confident in her ability to speak with any ounce of coherency.

"Loki..." Ellie breathed.

His sneer only grew. His fingers traced her collar bone and began to tease her nipples.

"Answer me, Ellie." He whispered.

Ellie shook her head, trying to ignore his attentions. However, this was beginning to prove to be impossible. She couldn't ignore the fire in her veins. He was moving with torturous swiftness, hitting every spot.

Loki planted one lingering kiss on her lips. Ellie looked up into his green eyes, they were familiar and beautiful.

"Snake." She hissed. He knew perfectly well what he did to her. Her face relayed her answer.

A laugh left his lips, one that made Ellie's heart flutter.

"Good girl."

With that, the rest of Loki's clothes were gone. Ellie tilted her head back, breathing deeply. She could feel the tip of him against her opening.

"Loki..." Ellie mewled, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Please..."

Loki needed no more encouragement. He plunged inside of her.

"Elizabeth." He whispered, burying his face in her chest. He was overcome with the smell of her skin and the sound of her voice calling his name. His movements became swifter. And Ellie wrapped her legs around him, wanting to take in all of him.

They reached the sweet release at the same time, their bodies slick with sweat and heat.

Loki collapsed next to her, encasing her in his arms. Ellie pressed her forehead against his chest. As she slipped into sleep, she noticed something she had overlooked until now.

She could hear his heart, beating steadily and lulling her to sleep.

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