After breakfast Janna had snuck out of Von Doom's castle to go 'shopping'. She got some new clothes, since all of her own were back in the United States.
Doom headed back to her room later and noticed her gone. "Oh dear…"
He eventually pushed aside his worries and unbuttoned his shirt a bit and reclined on the bed.
If Janna was going to be gone for a bit, he might as well try to relax.
Janna eventually returned from her trip. She took a shower and washed her hair. When she was done she turned off the water and dried herself off.
She dressed only in a long red top, and some black athletic pants. The neck was large, so it kept falling off Janna's shoulder, but she got over it. The top barely came to her fingertips and almost looked like a dress. The pants looked like leggings.
It was pretty 80's, and tacky, and probably a little slutty looking, and definitely something Janna wouldn't normally wear. But it was comfortable and she was living in a castle at the moment, so she really didn't care.
She loosely tied her wet hair back into a loop and left the bathroom. She carried her suit with her to give to a servant to get washed.
Janna handed her suit off to a butler and headed back to her room. Maybe she would find Doom there. She was bored again and wanted to watch a movie, namely Edward Scissorhands.
Janna walked into the room and saw Doom. She couldn't help but be quiet and let her eyes rest on his body for a little too long.
She brought her eyes back up to his face. "Hey. You're the owner of a whole country. So you should be able to get any movie right?"
Victor felt Janna's eyes on him, and he smirked. "I'm sure I could. What movie do you want?"
"Edward Scissorhands." Janna said moving closer to him.
She wondered where Loki was. It would be fun to see what the god thought of the movie.
"Hm...I can probably get it."
Doom looked at her and really didn't want to see a movie at the moment.
He was, despite what everyone said, a gentleman, and it would probably be a bold move made too soon.
Janna stepped to the side so Victor could get to the door. She turned to face it and follow Victor once he left. She also turned that direction so the temptation of staring at Doom's slightly unbuttoned shirt wasn't there.
"Cool. Do you have a theater room in this castle of yours to watch it in?"
"I do. One of the maids can show you where it is."
Doom stood slowly from Janna's bed and moved towards the door.
"I'll get the movie and meet you there."
A maid came to find Janna to lead her to the theater, but first she had to find Loki and tell him that they were going to watch a movie.
The maid then showed Janna to the room where Loki was staying. The maid knocked but Janna burst into the room.
Author's Notes! : So...A nice little lemon comes at the end here. ;) This is like the second "lemon" scene I've ever written...well it could technically be considered the fifth or so...but the first three I ever wrote I deleted because I hated them...and no one but me ever read them...so...here you go. :3 Be /gentle/ and tell me what you think!
She might have ADHD and be slightly bipolar or something. Her moods change so suddenly, as does her attention, and her feelings towards people change so quickly and so often... No. They didn't change. Janna still liked Loki; that hadn't changed.
Loki jumped from his bed to see Janna and a worried looking maid at his door.
He gave her a mixed look of wary and suspicion; Janna was mad at him the last time they were together.
"Knocking is a rarity in Midgard I'm assuming?"
"Hm? She knocked!" Janna pointed at the maid.
"Anyway, since you're on Earth, you should do something all Midgardians do! And that's watch movies. Coming?"
Loki ignored the first statement.
"Movies?"
He almost didn't want to know.
"Yes movies." Janna swayed between her two feet.
"Moving pictures. If it helps you might learn something more about the Midgardian mind."
"Moving pictures?"
Loki could care less about the Midgardian mind, but moving images seemed interesting enough.
"Yep. So come on. Don't make me have to kneel to get you to come." Janna looked at him like a puppy.
She nodded to the maid who was ready to lead them to the theater.
Loki was prepared to say no when he saw her puppy eyes, and smiled.
"Kneel and I'll join you."
Janna gave him one last puppy dog glance before bowing her head and crossing an arm over her chest. She knelt down to her knees and kneeled to him in the Asgardian style.
She looked up for a moment before looking back down again.
"Movie? Please?"
Loki was genuinely shocked; he didn't expect Janna to actually bow to him.
Taking this as an apology from her for storming out earlier, he stood from the bed.
"Take me to see this moving picture."
Janna stood up. "Great!"
She followed the maid to the theater, and when they neared the door Janna turned invisible to walk inside.
She sat down in the seat to Victor's left then turned visible.
"Ever planning on starting it?" She smiled.
Doom turned to Janna and smiled.
"I've seen this movie too many times, so it would be pointless to start it without you."
Victor moved his arm so it could rest on the top of Janna's seat and considered surprise kissing her when Loki walked in.
Janna turned to wave at Loki.
"Find a seat! Its starting soon."
She turned back to Victor.
"Really? Or are you just saying that?"
"Really." As if on cue, the movie began to start.
Loki sat somewhere randomly; he was already not in a movie mood.
Loki watched and was, though he'd never admit it, moved by Edward's attempts to fit despite being an outcast.
Loki felt like he could somehow relate to Edward.
Doom tried not to sleep.
He was glad he didn't snore, because he lost the stay awake battle and was now snoozing away.
Janna noticed that Victor had fallen asleep and stuck one his swedish fish, that he had gotten for the movie, up his nose.
Doom grumbled and slowly woke up.
He noticed it was a bit hard to breathe through his nose.
Janna snorted trying not to laugh when she saw Doom waking up. She turned to see what expression Loki's face held, but she couldn't read anything from it.
She turned back to the movie which was just starting to roll the credits.
Doom leaned up and pulled the Swedish fish from his nose.
"I don't suppose this got into my nose on its own?"
Loki stood abruptly and left the theater room into the hallway.
He didn't want to admit it, but he felt like his life was similar to Edward's.
He placed a hand on a wall and looked at the ground.
Janna shrugged and did a horrible job hiding a guilty smile.
"Fish can swim can't they?"
She turned around to see that Loki had left. She hoped she did a good job picking the movie.
"When there's no water around, then no."
Victor smirked; he liked Janna's guilty smile.
Without waiting for her, he turned and moved to leave the theater.
Loki took a deep breath and straightened his jacket.
The moving picture was very interesting.
Janna hopped out of her chair and headed out into the hallway. She looked around for Loki and ran up behind him with her head cocked to the side.
"What'd yah think?"
Loki turned to Janna.
"It was..."
He searched for the right words.
"...interesting."
"Interesting? How so?" Janna leaned up against the wall.
"I've never seen a moving picture before...and the man had strange hands for a mortal."
Loki was opening up to Janna slowly, unbeknownst to him; he was still in minor shock from seeing a satire of his life story.
"Could you call him a mortal? I mean, he didn't seem to age at all. And he was made by some mad scientist..."
The way Loki was talking. She was sure she did a pretty good job.
Loki let a smile slip, before replacing it with his usual frown.
"I suppose not."
He thought of Edward's attempts on adapting, and thought about himself.
Janna gave Loki a smile before turning to leave.
Loki watched her leave and was curious about her smile.
Loki stood against the wall and thought about what just happened.
First Janna was bowing to him and saying things like 'please', and the next she's leaving him alone in the hallway.
He wasn't sure if he liked her being random or mysterious better.
Janna spotted Doom sitting in a huge room with lots of books. It couldn't be a private library could it?
"Hey! What is there to do around here? Besides books and movies."
She stepped inside and started to move towards Doom. She didn't mind interrupting his reading.
Doom looked up from his book and raised a brow at Janna.
"I could name some things..."
Closing the book, Doom watched as Janna moved closer.
"What are you in the mood to do?"
He didn't mean it in a perverted way, but he didn't correct the statement to make it sounds less dirty.
Janna plopped down cross-legged on the floor in front of Doom.
"I don't know!" She waved her arms around. "It's just that I'm stuck here with the two lunatics, the antisocial god...and you." She crossed her arms.
"And any number of servants I don't care to mention..." She added quietly.
"Bored is never pleasant."
Doom laid the book on a small table next to his chair.
"I have a pool, a hiking trail, a basketball court, this library, a shooting range..."
He looked at Janna to see if any of the things he listed interested her.
Janna smiled to herself.
"Ooh. Shooting range? What kind?"
Doom's interest peaked when Janna got excited over guns.
"Why don't I show you?"
Victor stood and motioned for her to follow.
Janna got to her feet and followed Victor. "K."
Victor opened a door that led to a room filled with guns from all styles, types, and ages.
"Pick your poison and then go through that door." He pointed to a single door across the room.
"It feels like I'm choosing the weapon for my own execution." She laughed and admired the weapons.
She loved the high powered rifles with a large kick. Finally she chose the one she was most familiar with.
Janna grabbed the M1 Garand off the wall and its matching clip with bullets, then headed out the door that Doom pointed out.
"You're the only one here who can make a force field, so if you get injured, it's because you shot yourself."
Doom followed her out the door.
The door led to a huge indoor shooting range facility with nearly two dozen terminals for people to shoot at the array of targets.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Janna glared at Victor then found herself a spot. She looked around and saw some ear-protectors and put them on. The one thing she really didn't like about the weapons. She could still hear Doom though if he tried to talk.
Janna decided to try prone first to check and see how the rifle aimed. She layed down and aimed her rifle at the target.
Doom grabbed a pair of ear protectors and sat down to watch her.
"It means be careful."
He figured he'd better not offend Janna since she had a gun.
"Mhmm..." Janna released the safety and loaded the gun.
She took careful aim at the target and slowly pulled the trigger. Her bullet hit the far upper left of the target, and it barely made the target. Janna growled at the gun and started to fix the sights.
Doom said nothing as he watched her fire.
He didn't want to say anything to anger her, and he wasn't known for being encouraging.
Janna took aim at the target again. This time she hit just outside the 9 ring at the same angle from the center her first one hit.
She smiled and turned the sight over a couple more clicks, then fired again. It grazed the x ring.
Janna was quite pleased with herself and finished off the last of the clip. All her shots made a nice group around the center. Except for her first two shots, only one other bullet went outside the 9 ring. And she blamed that on an imaginary spider...
Doom was very impressed.
"You've done this before, I take it?"
He looked at the target and hummed.
Victor was glad he wasn't the target.
"Yep."
Janna reloaded her weapon and moved to sitting position.
"But not as often as I would have liked."
She smiled and took aim again.
Doom wasn't sure whether he was happy Janna was pleased, or worried that she was savvy with a gun.
"Even so, you seem very confident with that gun."
Janna lowered the gun for a moment to rest her arms.
"That would be because the first time I ever used a Garand, was when I was only 16. I was one of the few newbies there, and I still managed one of the highest scores."
She smiled. "My brother didn't do too hot."
She raised the gun again and let off the rounds in quick succession. She didn't do her best while sitting, but it wasn't bad. A few hit the 8 ring, and only 1 hit the x, but it wasn't terrible.
Doom watched her and thought about Janna being a 16 year old girl using a gun.
He smiled at the thought.
"I can see how."
Janna stood up and looked at Doom before turning back to the targets. She had an almost evil grin on her face.
She loaded her rifle one last time and took aim.
Her very first shot standing was in the x ring. She didn't take too much of a break between shots, and she did better than she had when sitting, but not quite as good as she had in prone, ignoring the shots she took to sight in.
Victor was a little worried when he saw that look.
He looked at the target and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt; more out of fear than sex appeal.
He didn't understand how someone could be frightening and cute at the same time.
Once done Janna ejected the clip and hit the safety again. She grinned at her good work and blew off the tip of the rifle, just because it looked cool when they did it in movies.
She had her fun. She took off her ear-protectors and laid the rifle down.
"Now what?" She tilted her head to the side.
Doom smirked when he saw her blow the tip of the rifle.
Taking off the ear protectors, he stood from his chair.
"Hungry?"
Janna thought about it for a moment then shrugged.
"Maybe just a little."
Victor rolled his eyes and motioned for her to follow.
"What are you in the mood for?"
Janna smiled and followed.
"...Raspberries?" She laughed. "I don't know."
She was always in the mood for raspberries...they were like the perfect food.
"Raspberries? Do you want whipped cream with them at least?"
Victor was a little awed; Janna spent maybe an hour or more in there firing guns, and all she wanted was berries?
He turned and left the shooting range and the gun room.
"Not really. Just have them make something. Maybe a sandwich or something."
Janna followed Victor. When she was busy and actually had things she could do she doesn't get very hungry.
"Or just the raspberries. I don't care."
Janna moved in her chair so she was sitting on her feet. She slowly finished off the berries while Victor finished off his meal.
Victor had briefly looked up to glance at Janna, before doing a double take.
"Why...do I want to know why you're sitting in that manner?"
He voice seemed wary, but his face had an amused look to it.
"It's comfortable." She shrugged and finished the last of her food.
Victor raised a brow, but said nothing.
He finished his meal and stood.
"Do you like games?"
"Depends on the game."
Janna tilted her head then jumped out of her seat. She held up a finger and tapped it as if she were counting off.
"Red Rover, no." She held up a second finger. "Lawn darts maybe, but I don't think they make those anymore...too dangerous."
She was starting to ramble. And ramble Psych references...not good.
She shook her head when she realized what she was doing.
"Anyway. What did you have in mind?"
"Well anything that involves throwing sharp objects is out of the question."
Victor thought for a moment.
"Since I'm no good at hide-and-go-seek, how are you at chess?"
"You would be an idiot to challenge ME in hide and seek. And I would be the idiot to accept a chess match with YOU."
Janna was confident in her chess abilities, but she would lose horribly if she played the genius know as Doctor Victor Von Doom.
Doom chuckled and nodded slowly.
"That is true..."
He wasn't sure what Janna would enjoy; he didn't really think of her as the gun type, but was proven wrong.
"Is there something else you like to do? Other than...shoot things?"
Janna tilted her head as if in thought.
"No not really." She laughed, there was plenty of other stuff she liked to do. She just didn't want to be bothered and have to come up with something.
"Oh. Hey, I've got a game. You try to figure out what I like to do."
Doom was interested.
"Alright, how do I play? Do I ask twenty questions?"
He moved closer to her, not caring that he had left his top couple of buttons undone.
"However you'd like." Janna smiled and looked up at him.
"But if you lose I get your country."
Victor smirked and walked up to Janna.
He placed a finger under her chin and looked into her eyes. "You're a smart girl, but you couldn't run my country."
Janna agreed with him. The country would burn in a pile of rubble within a week. "No I couldn't."
Then Victor leaned so close to her, his breath had to have tickled against Janna's ear.
"Interrogation is one of my specialties, so I'll ask questions."
Janna closed her eyes and took a deep breath when he moved in so close and spoke to her. She began to feel her heart pound in her chest.
"Then start asking already."
"So demanding..."
Victor released Janna's chin from his grasp, and stopped molesting her personal space.
"Does it involve indoor or outdoor surroundings?"
Doom wondered if he could use this game to his advantage.
Janna opened her eyes again when he moved away from her.
"There's a lot of things I like to do."
"So either, or both." Janna smiled.
Victor hummed in thought, and paced in slow circles around Janna.
"Indoors or outdoors...well it's very rainy and cool here, so I'm assuming an indoor activity?"
He glanced at her as if he were trying to solve a puzzle with his eyes.
"Does one of your activities involve a certain place inside?"
Janna didn't like him pacing around her. She felt like a poor lamb about to be mauled by a lion.
She didn't move her feet, but she turned her head to keep an eye on him. He was only out of sight for a moment as he walked behind her.
"Well yeah." How many things do you do just anywhere inside?
Doom could practically taste Janna's anxiety, and he loved it.
"Name a room where something can be done then?"
He moved a little bit closer, but he still continued to circle her.
Janna had to continue to remind herself to breathe.
"There's so many. The living room, bedroom, theater room, even kitchen and dining room."
Doom nodded.
"We've already been to the theater and the dining room, and the kitchen really is a bore."
He moved so close, that his fingers grazed her back when he moved behind her.
"What do you enjoy doing in the living room or...bedroom?"
Janna's breath caught when he grazed her back.
"I thought that was the game? You're supposed to figure it out." She smiled.
Victor chuckled.
"I suppose...but I'm not known to play by the rules."
He made his way behind her again, but instead of making a circle around Janna, Doom grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her to him.
"...hey?! What are you...?!" Janna almost squealed. And she wasn't one to squeal about anything...
She didn't fight to get away however and only pulled her annoying sleeve back onto her shoulder.
Victor stifled a laugh when he heard her voice raise a bit.
"Breaking the rules..."
His lips gently grazed Janna's ear, and his arms wrapped around her waist.
A shiver went down Janna's spine when she felt him against her ear.
"That's...that's not fair!"
Janna lightly hit one of Victor's arms as though she wanted him to let go, but she really didn't.
"I thought we established I don't play fair."
Victor felt her shiver, and it only encouraged him more, despite Janna hitting his arm.
He moved his lips down from her ear to her neck. Doom began to place light kisses on her neck, but kept his arms around her waist.
He wasn't sure if Janna was ready for him to move them anywhere yet.
"You're still not being fair!" Janna whined but made no effort to move.
Victor smirked against Janna's neck.
He kissed the skin where he could feel her pulse, and then licked it.
Most women he'd been with enjoyed that trick.
Janna's breathing was shallow and she was enjoying this very much, but she continued to resist him.
"Okay! Fine...! I...I like to play card games, like BS and Hearts!"
"I knew we'd find something to do."
Doom released Janna, but didn't really want to play cards; he rather continue what they were doing. Janna didn't turn around or really move at all. She tried to calm her breathing.
"You cheated."
"Did I?" Victor grabbed her arm, and pulled Janna to him.
"Yes you did."
Janna smiled when he pulled her to him again, but wiped it away when she turned her head to look at him. She put a stubborn look there instead.
"I don't recall anything of the sort happening."
Victor looked down at her with a smirk.
"Then you're not the genius everyone thinks you are."
Janna pouted and wished he would stop playing with her. Though she did still kind of like it.
"That wounds me."
Doom's smile never left as he looked at Janna's stubborn look.
He kissed her cheek.
"It was supposed to." Janna kissed him then pulled away and watched him to see what he would decide to do. His lips tasted slightly metallic...but that didn't bother her for some reason.
Victor licked his lips, and tasted the bitter metallic taste.
He wondered if Janna minded, and if that was the reason she pulled back.
He decided to find out and grazed his lips against her cheek, slowly moving towards her lips again. It didn't bother her, as he smiled when she kissed him again.
He slowly brought his hands to Janna's lower back until he reached the hem of her shirt, and just as slowly, began to raise her shirt upwards.
Janna was all too eager, letting him continue with her shirt, she started unbuttoning his.
When Victor got the green light to keep going, he practically ripped Janna's shirt off from her body.
Her gazed at her exposed torso for a moment, before leading her to the long table.
He swiped the plates off of the table, and laid Janna on top of it.
Janna's breath left her as she was pushed back on the table. She looked up at Victor and pushed any and all other thoughts from her head. She needed her physical needs satisfied…and if Victor wanted to do it, that was fine with her. He was so hot….
God, she felt like a slutty eighteen year old, but at that moment, she honestly didn't care.
Victor smirked at her and moved his hands down her sides. "I could have any woman I please…."
Janna chuckled in response. "So you chose me?"
"For the time being." He teased.
"Man whore…"
"No need for the insults darling, I'm not known for being gentle." He gripped her breast firmly as if to prove his point.
Janna managed not to squeak at the sensation. Wrapping her legs around Victor's waist, Janna pulled him to her. She could feel the bulge growing in his trousers.
Victor nearly growled and proceeded to trail his tongue around her breast before taking the nipple within his mouth and biting it lightly, his hand exploring every inch of her torso.
Janna squirmed beneath him, craving friction in a lower part of her body. Victor would be pleased to oblige.
He lifted his head and took his lips in his for a rough kiss before pulling away again. "Isn't this much better than some card game?"
"It could be…." Janna suggested and rubbed her hips against him.
Victor smiled and removed himself from Janna. With her help, he removed the last of her clothing and practically tore the button from his trousers in his impatience to remove them. He hadn't had a woman since he had been imprisoned…
Janna moved to sit up, but was quickly pushed back down by Victor.
"I'm not known for being gentle." He repeated himself with a smirk.
"Prove it." Janna challenged. She just needed some plain, rough, physical sex. Fuck emotion. Screw passion. She needed physical satisfaction.
Victor licked his lips and chuckled. "Of course."
Victor didn't make her beg. His sex nearly engorged to the point of physical pain. He needed release. With one swift movement he entered her and took his lips with his in another ravenous kiss.
Janna screamed, but it was muffled by Victor's mouth. She reached for something to grip, anything. One hand grabbed the tablecloth beneath her and the other reached around the end of the wooden table.
Victor wasn't one to wait. He soon withdrew and entered her again, just as deeply and just as roughly. Janna's nails dug into the table as she screamed again, a bit softer this time. Tears welled in her eyes, but it wasn't fully pain, great pleasure was there as well.
Victor watched her, and craving more control he pulled her arms above her head and gripped her wrists with one hand, pushing them against the table. His other hand steadied himself against her waist.
"I said I wasn't gentle." It took all of his self-control to pause long enough to speak those words. Her warmth, her tightness around him was too much.
Janna just nodded with her eyes closed tight. She bit her bottom lip with her teeth, readying herself for him to continue.
"I wouldn't do that dearie, you'll bleed." He chuckled and bent down to bite her neck softly.
Janna listened to him and stopped biting her lip, allowing her to let out a moan.
He smirked against her skin and continued. Victor pulled fully out, knowing the exact angle to thrust and enter her smoothly again and fully. Janna let out another scream, but it was much closer to a moan this time. Victor moved his teeth to her shoulder so that his marks he would surely leave would not be visible when clothed. He was still a gentleman after all. He couldn't have others knowing exactly what activities they had been doing….
His hips left her again, and he began his rhythmic thrusts. A small growl escaped his chest at the sensation of pure pleasure. He knew a woman's most sensitive place. He shifted his angle ever so slightly and Janna's head rolled back in ecstasy, the bite of pain increasing the sensation.
Victor knew he was hitting that sensitive spot of hers as he felt her muscle's tighten around him at each thrust. He felt his pleasure rising and knew he was close to finishing. Janna too was near her end. She held her hands in tight fists, her nails nearly drawing blood from her palms.
Victor's thrusts quickened if that were even possible until he released himself inside her and his thrusts slowed. Janna let out something close to a scream when his pace quickened and she reached her own orgasm, her muscles tightening around him and milking him for all he had.
With the last of his strength, Victor managed to catch himself on his elbows above her, so as not to crush the poor girl. He heaved and a bead of sweat dripped from his chest. Janna lay there with her eyes closed, panting through her mouth to satisfy her lungs' extra need for oxygen.
After a few minutes Victor finally unsheathed himself and lay on his side next to her. He ran his hand up and down her torso. He could go again after a few more minutes of recovery…..
