WARNING: sexual content ahead!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! (Xxx)

Steve was furious, as soon as Sif had dismissed everybody - until lunch - he grabbed Natasha forcefully. Too frightened with fear to care about the pressure of his fingers on her skin. As soon as they rounded the corner he chucked Natasha against the wall, slamming his body onto hers and erupting his fury in the skin-scolding embraces.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer and holding him to her. He felt the need for her burning in his genes and the lust for touch building in his blood. His fingers gripped the material of her trousers, tearing holes in them. Levering in the exposed skin. His lips burned bruises on her neck and her fingers pulled at his hair, causing late night strollers to turn the other way by the loud groaning escaping his occupied lips. She then pulled him back with her dagger sharp fingers and their lips met; their kisses were dirty and long.
Sharing tongues and biting lips as well as grinding against each other. Natasha's fingers clawed at his shoulders, pulling away the strong fabric until he was bear chested.

Her nails dug into his back, leaving tiny scares which healed as soon as they came. She felt the heat and the excitement and couldn't hold herself back. Her legs tightened around his waist and she felt his cool hands grabbing her thighs as the material fully ripped. She began whispering his name into his neck as her lips caressed his collar bone whilst his hands gripped her body.

"Steve...take me to bed!"

He suddenly roared and nibbled at her ear, then bit her lip and caused her to thrash.

Somehow they found themselves charging into their quarters, the door slamming shut behind them. Then Steve threw her down onto the bed causing her to yelp and then he charged onto his pray, flexing onto her.
Soon they were in nothing but their underwear and Natasha was rubbing her leg up and down Steve's, her fingers rubbing across his abs. Warming his skin and he was back to caressing her neck where he made the mistake of saying "Natasha..."

"Uhmm" she murmured in response. "I've got you all to myself." Natasha smiled, but then her face fell. She wondered what he meant and paused to ask him, her fingers still dancing over his chest.

"What do you mean all to yourself, who were you sharing me with?" Steve tried to back track realising his mistake. "No...it's just...Henderson."

Natasha froze, untangling herself from Steve and staring at him. Her eyes looked like knifes into his mind, seeing the real reason for this intense outburst of passion. Natasha surprised herself feeling instantly like she'd been used, slowly she turned away from Steve, bringing the bed sheet with her. Wrapping it around her suddenly cold body, she turned towards the door and fled the scene instantly.

Although it felt like she was at snail speed Natasha knew she had been faster than a flash.
She was stumbling around blindly, unaware of where she was going. She didn't know what to think, sure it wasn't his fault he was jealous and a jealous Steve Rogers was actually kinda hot. But didn't he trust her? And why was she so upset by it, was it because of her deep feelings for Steve or her frustration that he wouldn't let this go?

Truthfully, in that wild moment or stormy thoughts; where waves of hurt, love, frustration and confusion crashed against the rim of her skull, Natasha didn't know her head from her toe. She just knew she needed to clear the air and calm herself.

However, the last thing she wanted was to bump into somebody, let alone an Asgardian. But there he was, sat next to a golden piano, with a wicked smile that could deceive the good and persuade the devil to follow him.
Loki knew Natasha was there, but he still played surprised when his eyes locked onto hers. "Late night stroll? Or is this a little game you play with lover boy...Hide and seek? Let me guess, whoever wins gets to undress the other! But it appears that won't be much of a challenge for Mr 'I understood that reference' Real spark you got there."

Romanoff bit her lip until a drip of blood crawled from her chin, scowling as she whipped it away and turned to leave. "Penny for your thoughts?" Nat almost sniggered, almost. "You want to know why I'm..." she finally took in her bizarre appearance and unable to finish the sentence sank into the bed sheet, crawling into a ball on the floor.

Shockingly, Loki moved to the floor too, folding his legs.
Up close he looked older and tired;
A warn, crumpled sheet of white in the rain.

For a while they were silent, just staring at each other. Natasha felt like an animal waiting for the inevitable painful death from her predator. Strangely she waited, amused by the silence the God possessed; his shadow was replaced with the eerie drape of soundlessness.

"It might surprise you to know that, although your mind may be confused, you humans are so foolish, from an outsider's point of view your dilemma is clear as crystal." Nat furrowed her brow, relaxing her hold on the sheet around her body, but still certain it was secure as metal. "So tell me, if you know me as well as you make out, what's wrong with me?" A spark of humour set alight in his iris, but he didn't fuel it, instead letting it die down he spoke:

"You're upset, because your pitiful leader, is jealous." Romanoff rolled her eyes, the motion also rolling her red locks.
"Despite your odd arousal at a jealous Captain, you're also sad about it because you don't know if that means he doesn't trust you or he doesn't think you can take enough care of yourself to ward off unwanted admirers. But you're also questioning your own actions, you're mad at yourself for feeling vulnerable and you're concerned that you did something flirtatious towards Henderson or you gave off the wrong impression about your feelings towards him."

There was a slight pause before he continued, a tiny tone of boredom swirled with his words "Mostly it has made you realise how much you love Steve" that was the first time he actually mentioned Rogers' name "and how guilty you feel to cause him to act so...out of character. Worse than that is your feeling of damaging a perfectly perfect person and making them act in a bad way." he emphasized the pronunciation of 'perfect' and 'bad', as if it means nothing to him.

Natasha thought to herself how the God probably has little recognition of a 'good' or 'bad' side, being raised as a prince he mostly got away with multiple sins. She wasn't surprised with how spot on he was about summarising her emotions, as soon as he spoke of them she felt a petite whisper ticking them of like a list of groceries.

Eventually Natasha got to the desperate stage of asking a past murderer for help. "What should I do?" Loki smiled, "It's it obvious? Do what you've secretly been avoiding since setting eyes on him."

It was now late into the night, almost everybody was in a unprovoked slumber.
The dining room was silent after a joyas party;
A shadow of laughter danced alone.

Natasha was still in her sheet, she couldn't risk going back to change because of the likelihood that she'd bump into Steve, stood before her was Henderson. He smiled kindly at her and instantly reassured her of her non-existent feelings for him, but if Steve needed reassuring then...

The words Natasha wants are out of reach but have never been so loud as her eyes scan his face, she can't risk telling him in case Steve walks by. So she relies on Henderson's gifts instead, pouring all thought and emotion into this very bizarre request, for a second she's worried it doesn't work but then Henderson's eyes expand immediately.

Just trust me. Her eyes will him to understand. He nods so slightly she almost doesn't catch it and then he steps forward.

Three. If Heimdall is watching like he always is then Natasha has a couple of seconds left. Two. Henderson leans down towards her. One. His lips are about to crash into hers when...Bang!

Her hand slaps him across the face quicker than a flash. Henderson instantly falls backwards by the power of Natasha's hand; a giant red outline is engraved in his clear skin. Everything slows down and Natasha is terrified that her plan didn't work and then she hears a exhale of breath escape a familiar pair of lips, she turns and sees a startled Steve glaring at the scene before him.

Hastily Arora leaps from the shadows and gracefully embraces Henderson, carrying him off into the darkness. It's just Steve and Natasha.