A/N: This is the first time I've really written smut like this before xD Reading and drawing smut, yes. Writing, no lol

The skies grew dark and Loki turned himself away from the nightlife. He pulled off his scarf and tossed it aside on the black leather couch. He then laid down, closing his eyes in contemplation. Agent Romanoff was contacting her Chief, who would soon come, joined by Thor and those others… It was only a matter of time, now. He would have to activate the Tesseract tomorrow to follow through on his side of the 'bargain.'

Natasha stepped back into the room after finishing her call. The room was silent and her spy instincts kicked in as she noticed Loki's absence. "Loki?" she called out.

"Hmm?"

The sound was coming from the couch that faced away from her. "Worn out, already?" She leaned over the back of the sofa to stare down at him.

"After today, quite," he admitted.

With his eyes shut, he appeared to be so peaceful, innocent, even. Her hand reached down to trace the faint marks of a cut on his cheek.

Slowly, he opened his eyes to stare up at her.

"Never mess with Banner when he's not himself," she warned him.

"And is that supposed to make up for the two gunshots I received from you?" he asked with a sly grin.

"You were literally thrown into the floor and gunshots are your concern? You're lucky he didn't break every bone in your body…"

"I am a god."

"That's right…" She moved to the other side of the couch and sat on the edge. Her hand traced along the front of his shirt and down to his side, where she had shot him. She couldn't feel a hole in the skin. "You really are something else."

"So I've heard," he said as he sat up and reached over to grab a room service menu from the coffee table. "Order whatever you like," he told her.

"I take it you're paying?" she wondered as she took the menu from his outstretched hand. "I don't think they'll accept your Asgard currency."

"What say I persuade our kind attendant into allowing us to indulge in a meal free of charge?"

She shook her head in annoyance. "You have no intention of paying for any of this, do you?"

"You'd be amazed at the generosity your kind is capable of displaying…" He went over to a mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine, then grabbed two glasses from the counter beside it. "How about we make a toast?"

" To what?" She crossed her legs as he approached her on the couch.

"To us," he smiled. He used his magic to open the bottle with ease and poured them each a glass.

"Here's to hoping you'll join S.H.I.E.L.D." she winked as she accepted the glass. She tapped her glass against his and began to drink.

"Tell me, you can handle your alcohol, yes?"

"I'm Russian. Why? Should I worry about you?" she suspiciously asked.

"I'm afraid I don't know what it's like to experience intoxication," he told her. "Thor, however is horrible." He narrowed his eyes as he stared into the contents of his glass.

"You still care about him, don't you?"

He sat there, silent, until he finally took a drink. "I could care less, honestly."

"He cares about you," she reminded him.

He turned his head away. "No one cares about me. Not anymore…"

"Loki." Natasha brought her hand to his face and forced him to stare at her. "Thor cares. I care." She pressed her red lips to his.

He set his glass on the table. One hand rested on her half-exposed thigh while the other made its way into the waves of her red hair.

The feel of his cool touch against her flesh sent a spark of excitement through her body. In her mind flashed the images of her and Loki together, happy, and with S.H.I.E.L.D. All of it felt like memories-but they weren't-not yet, at least. Everything felt so real, so real that her heart began to ache. She felt as though she had known him for so long, yet really, they were strangers. "I love you," she gasped as they broke apart from a heated kiss.

"Too much to drink," he warned her. He tore his hands away from her.

"No," she stated. "I do. If you saw what I saw today, then you would know."

"Do you really put so much faith in me in thinking I'll change?"

"I saw. I'll make you happy." Her hands reached out to touch his chest. "Isn't that what you really want-to be happy?"

"Yes." His green eyes stared into hers, wide with worry.

She boldly moved onto his lap and leaned in to whisper into his ear. "I'll make you happy right now."

"A shame to drink so little and be so lost…"

"I'm completely sober right now," she breathed against his cheek. Her hand grabbed his and forced it against her thigh again.

"I'll gladly accept the invitation, if you so deeply insist…" He hoisted her up and carried her to the king-sized bed. He was no expert in pleasing a woman, but his instincts had the right idea. He pinned her down and kissed her, slipping his tongue in between her lips to taste her. A curious hand trailed down her body and cupped her breast. She was so soft, so hot. His hand travelled further down her side and slid up her dress until he reached the core of her heat. Slowly, his fingers began to fondle her most private area, hot and wet.

A moan escaped her throat. She wanted to escape-to break away, but the undisclosed feelings within her welcomed his every touch.

"Is this not what you wanted?" he whispered into her ear. His cool breath sent a shiver throughout her body.

The idea of sleeping with the enemy made her feel like she was letting her team down, but the visions she was shown of Loki being one of the good guys gave her hope. Right now, she knew she needed him. Her body begged for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck more tightly. "Stop fooling around," she begged.

His smile widened at this request. "I think I'll focus on taking my time now." He slid a finger inside of her, making Natasha gasp.

"You're making this far too much fun."

"You're cruel," she breathed as she grabbed his tie in an effort to remove it.

He let her take off his tie and unbutton his shirt. Loki's body was aching for her, making him feel uncomfortable with his pants on.

Natasha skillfully tugged at his belt and undid the clasp on his pants. "Two can play at this game," she breathed as her hand reached in to caress his erection.

A low moan escaped his throat, only to be stifled as he bit his lower lip.

"You're cute when you're like this," she teased, admiring the look of pleasure all over his face.

He removed her hand from his trousers and pinned it over her head. "Not so fast, little spider," he whispered. "Allow me to satisfy you in ways you've never felt." He pulled her dress over her head and threw it aside. However, his fingers were having trouble in trying to unclasp her bra.

"So says the god who can't take off a bra," she taunted.

He softly chuckled under his breath as he watched her remove the pesky Midgardian undergarment. "You're beautiful," Loki whispered into her ear as he fondled an exposed breast with one hand, while the other toyed with her clit.

She bit her lower lip in an effort to stifle another moan as he slid two fingers inside of her.

He pressed his mouth to hers and readied himself at her entrance. His body was overwhelmed by the heat that emanated from within her.

Natasha clung to him, moaning in pleasure. Loki's member penetrated her even further and she began to cry out. "Loki!" she panted. Their bodies became one as their hips moved together in a rhythmic motion.

Loki found that his own breathing was unsteady with every thrust. "Natasha," he softly groaned. He felt himself reaching his climax.

She dug her nails into his back. Her chest tightened as he said her name.

After a deep thrust, he came inside her.

Natasha smiled at him, her body slightly trembling from the passion.

He returned the smile and reached out to touch her flushed face. "You truly are beautiful," he whispered before he kissed her red lips.

Her naked body curled against his and she rested her head against his chest. She soon fell asleep from exhaustion.

As she slept, Loki aimlessly played with her hair until he, too, drifted off to sleep. For once, he slept rather fitfully. There were no nightmares, no haunting of his past, just peace.