A/N: And more smut. Thanks to all the readers/followers/reviewers :'D I love you all!

When he awoke the next morning, he found that both of his arms were wrapped around Natasha's body. Having her so close to him was comforting. Maybe she was the reason his nightmares were kept at bay… He frowned at the childishness of the thought and removed himself from her. He got out of the bed and kicked past the pile of their clothes lying on the floor as he went to take a cold shower. The icy water relaxed him-it always did. He figured that was the Frost Giant in him… As he stood in the shower, water pelting against his body, he thought long and hard about not dominating this world, but Agent Romanoff. She was useful to him, but now, there was so much more. She loved him-love… such a complex emotion that he had trouble grasping. He loved before, He loved the people he called Mother and Father. He loved Thor. But that was all behind him, now. They couldn't bring themselves to love him again, and he accepted that. But Romanoff… The door opened and Natasha had stepped inside the bathroom.

"I'll join you," she said as she grabbed the shower curtain and pulled it aside.

His tense face relaxed as he smiled at her. "Of course."

Without hesitation, she stepped inside the shower, only to flinch at the freezing temperature. "Shit!" she hissed.

A smirk formed across his face. "Not fond of the cold?"

"I'm used to it, actually," she informed him. "I just wasn't aware you liked ice baths." Truthfully, the icy water was going to take a few minutes to get used to. At least she had Loki there to block most of the droplets from hitting her.

"Well…" He lowered his eyes. "I believe my parentage plays a factor."

The sudden realization hit her. "Oh. Sorry…" She looked away and folded her arms across her chest.

He turned to stare at her, his smirk returning. He couldn't help but notice the way her crossed arms accentuated her breasts. The way her body trembled ever so slightly reminded him of the way one's body shakes with fear. Seeing her dripping wet and shaking with a hurt look made his smile widen.

Finally, she looked up, suddenly glaring at him as she noticed the direction of his gaze. "Men will be men," she growled, turning her back to him.

He unexpectedly pulled her against his bare chest.

Natasha felt her face grow hot as her back pressed against the muscular contour of his front. "You're freezing," she noted as she turned to face him. Her hands pressed against his face and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his lips.

He kissed back, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he pinned her to the wall.

"Isn't this a bit early?" she asked, her hands in his wet hair.

"The clothing is already out of the way," he chuckled.

"I was hoping to take a shower," she reminded him.

"Are we not already here?" he blinked innocently enough.

"To actually bathe," she reiterated.

"Oh, but this will be much more fun," his voice softly hissed. He hoisted her up and spun around so she would be in the direct path of the shower head.

"Jerk!" she playfully shrieked. Her legs locked around his narrow hips and her arms hugged his neck.

"Allow for me to warm you up." He nuzzled against her large breasts, then began to lick away the cold droplets that trailed down her silky flesh.

She shuddered as his surprisingly hot tongue met with her wet skin.

He took advantage of this opportunity to toy with her some more by running his tongue over a nipple. Being so close to her chest allowed for him to hear her heart beat and oh, how her heart was racing. "You're shaking," he murmured.

"The cold is getting to me," she lied. Natasha hated how collected he managed to be, whereas she felt like an emotional mess. The way his tongue traced along her skin wasn't helping, either.

"You said you were used to it," he reminded her.

"How about a different position?" she asked as she arched her back against the tile.

"Am I hurting you?"

"It's hard for me to play with you backed against the wall." A playful smirk formed across her lips.

He set her down and watched as she got down on her knees. She grabbed his length and gave him a gentle squeeze before taking him into her mouth.

A throaty chuckle escaped his lips. He grabbed a fistful of her red hair and threw his head back as she continued sucking on his cock.

She stopped to look up at him and smiled over the fact that she finally got a turn to tease him. Hearing him softly moan and seeing the pleasured expression on his face made her want him even more. "Get down," she ordered him.

A brow arched as he glanced down at her.

She laid back against the shower's edge and spread her legs for him.

He obliged and knelt down. Without wasting a second, he inserted his member inside of her.

Natasha's fingers laced themselves in his wet hair. Her body heated up almost instantly. The cold water was no longer an issue for the two of them.

Loki pressed his mouth to hers, stifling her moans as their deed continued.

When they finished, they were both on the shower floor, staring at each other as the water continued to pour down on them. Loki kissed her hair before he got out. "If you'll excuse me, I have business to tend to."

"Wait-" she blinked. "What?"

"Matters at hand beckon me."

"Thor?" she asked.

"I would assume they will arrive soon."

"Where's my uniform at?" she asked him as she shut the water off.

"Back in the bedroom," he told her. Once he had her out of that dress last night, his magic wore off and had her clothes changed back to their rightful forms.

She grabbed a towel off the nearby rack and wrapped her dripping body in it.

"Joining me?" he asked as he watched her dry herself off.

"We're going together." She found her black leather bodysuit was now laid in the place of her evening dress. She grabbed her phone and saw that Fury had called her several times between last night and this morning. "Shit," she muttered.

Loki appeared behind her, already dressed in his Asgardian attire. "Have they come looking for you yet?"

"Did you purposefully take my phone last night?" she asked him as she reached for her bra.

"Your devices make no sense to me," he reminded her as he turned to make his leave. "I should tell you now-we have someone else joining us."

Natasha finished zipping up her leather suit and strapped on her belts and holsters. "I have a guess…"

He smiled and coolly approached her. "And if your guess is correct, then should I be worried?"

"Worried?" she raised a brow.

"Will your feelings for Agent Barton overpower your feelings for me?" he asked with a smirk.

She stared into his green eyes, long and hard. "No." She and Barton had never been as romantic as she had been with Loki. The thought of this morning and last night caused the emotions in her chest to stir up.

He leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Whatever happens, do not worry about me. Keep yourself safe."

"Safe from what?"

He walked towards the door, leaving her without an answer.