Back at home you were standing at your door; you've been sitting in your car deciding whether or not you should head in or go somewhere else for at least twenty minutes and you still didn't know whether or not you should go in. You took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside. Locking the door behind you, you slipped off your sandals and walked down the hall with a bag of things for Tony. You placed the bag in on the kitchen counter, the fiery sunset made your kitchen glow brightly making it so that there was no need to turn on the lights. You stared through the window, gazing at the beautiful contrasting colours as the trees turned black against the bright sky. It reminded you of autumn, the colours, the contrast of light and dark, of life and death. You sighed, looking down at the surface of the counter to blink away the black blotches that obstructed your vision. A quiet mew came from behind you, Iron Mew, sat at the entry, looking at you with glowing eyes. You smiled, crouching down and patting the area in front of you to make it come. It slowly and cautiously made its way to you, this time you stayed still and allowed it to sniff your hand. Its little cold nose would occasionally tap against your skin as it sniffed you, making you stifle a giggle. Its tiny smooth tongue slid along your hand, and then its head bumped against it, its way of telling you that it didn't mind if you petted it now. You reached your hand out then slightly brushed over the young fur, loud rumbling purrs emitted from it as you continued to stroke the kitten. It mewled, yawned, than ran off. You stood up straight, watching the cat trot out of the room.
Grabbing a plate and a few cupcakes (that you knew you would end up having to make more of anyways), you headed to the living room, hoping that some good drama T.V. show was on. When you walked into the living room Loki was sitting on the couch, watching some comedy gag show silently. You sat on the other side of the couch, setting the plate of cupcakes on the coffee table, and although you didn't want to watch this you still sat there quietly, munching on a cupcake. Loki reached over and took one of your cupcakes for himself. You finished your cupcake quickly, determined to get to the other one you had your eye on before Loki did, but as you were reaching for it he swatted your hand away with his. You glared at him, as he grabbed the cupcake. You noticed some icing lingered on his lips from his first cupcake, and you were about to tell him but you held your tongue, vowing to yourself that you wouldn't break the silence first.
Loki had just finished his second (possibly more considering the fact that he most probably ate more whilst you were gone) cupcake. He sat back, eyes glued to the idiocy that was playing on the screen. A couple little specks of icing were visible on his lips from the light of the T.V. He was either tempting you, or he really didn't care. You quickly scooted over to him, he gave you an odd look, but if he had planned on saying something it was interrupted by you biting and licking his bottom lip. You could tell you surprised him because you were able to slip your tongue into his mouth without any resistance. Your hands gripped the back of his head tightly to keeping him from moving away from you. His mouth tasted like the cupcakes, sweet and chocolaty, and made you more determined to stay dominate in the kiss as he tried to fight back. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. His hand entwined itself in your hair, his other held you tightly. You leaned against him, the two of you deepening the kiss. You pulled away from him, gasping for air as he took this moment to push you back onto your back and attack your neck. He kissed all along your jawline, making you bite your lip to stop yourself from making any noises as his lips brushed against your soft spot. His hands were at your waist and his mouth was upon yours, tongue brushing against yours. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, keeping him from moving any further from you. One of his hands slowly slid to your thigh, hot against your skin, and his other unzipped the zipper of the dress.
Within moments your clothes were scattered on the floor by the couch. Loki's hands explored every inch of your body as he continued to kiss you. You moaned lightly as he began to play with your breasts, fingering your erect nipples. He bit your bottom lip playfully as he pulled away from your mouth, moving down and began licking, biting, and kissing your breasts, earning a few more light moans. Your body was tingling longingly, wanting more, but all you did was moan seeing as how you were still keeping your oath of silence. Loki seemed to have gotten the message as he began to strip down, discarding his clothes on top of yours. His member was thick and swollen, the sight of it making you tingle. He stretched your legs apart, placing himself right at your entrance. You moaned loudly as he penetrated inside of you, pushing in deep.
You clutched the couch cushions tightly as he began to thrust, slowly at first, but then he picked up pace as your secretions made it easier for him to slide in and out.
His hands gripped your hips tightly, as he pushed into you, his member slowly getting harder. You moaned as you felt him pounding against your womb. You moved your hips along with him, panting as your slowly got closer to your limit. He leaned forward, kissing and biting your neck as he slammed against you repetitively, making you moan with each thrust. You had your arms wrapped around him tightly, nails digging into his back, "L . . . Loki . . ." you moaned loudly, as your climax came closer and closer. You moaned again, feeling your body go slightly numb as you started to have an orgasm. Shortly after Loki came, grunting as he squirted inside you. He kissed you deeply as he pulled out of you slowly.
You continued to lie on the couch, too exhausted to move, as Loki dressed himself. He smirked, sitting by your feet, "You spoke first."