Author's Note: You might have noticed that the rating of this story has gone up to M; since I got more votes to keep everything together that's what I'm doing. This is the smut chapter I mentioned last time. It's the first time I've ever tried to write a sex scene, so any feedback on how I could improve would be greatly appreciated. Also, there's really no major plot points in this chapter, so if smut isn't your thing you can safely skip it without missing any important information. It's really just Loki sexy times ;) Thanks to everyone who's been reading, alerting and favouriting. And big thank yous and virtual hugs to my reviewers Fronk 10, bellahtrix, HistoryGeek1993, and Frostfire613.

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I slip my black and silver mask over my eyes and survey myself in the mirror, hoping that I gave Rika an accurate enough description of the clothing I am wearing for the masquerade ball tonight. My mother thought it would be fun for everyone to disguise themselves for the party and have an evening of anonymity, which would be fine if there were not just one specific person I wish to spend the evening with. So in preparation for tonight's festivities, Rika and I secretly exchanged information on what we planned to wear so that we may be able to find each other later.

As I leave my chambers and make my way to the ballroom I try to remember every detail Rika gave me about her outfit. I hope that I will be able to find her fairly quickly. That hope fades somewhat, however, as I enter the ballroom and see several dozen masked people already milling about, none of whom I am able to recognize.

I sigh and take a glass of wine from a passing servant, keeping to the edge of the crowd. Several minutes pass, during which the ballroom steadily fills up. Then I see a woman enter; she is wearing a midnight blue gown, studded with bits of silver like stars in the night sky, and her mask is a matching blue with black and white feathers on one side. That fits Rika's description perfectly. I drain my wine glass, set it on a nearby table, and head straight for her.

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As I enter the ballroom my eyes widen at how effectively everyone has slipped into anonymity. I have just begun to wonder how I will ever find Loki in this crowd when I see someone approaching from my right. I turn to see a tall, slim man wearing a simple black and silver mask along with black trousers and a dark grey formal tunic, a pale yellow lily pinned to his leather vest: Loki. I grin.

"Good evening, my lady," he says, kissing the back of my hand. Up close I can see his green eyes sparkling mischievously behind the mask. "Would you care to dance?"

"I would love to, good sir," I reply playfully, and Loki leads me onto the dance floor.

"Your description was perfect," he whispers as he turns me across the floor. "Though I do think it was extremely lucky I found you so quickly."

I smirk amusedly. "You were watching the door hoping to spot me weren't you?"

Loki grins. "Guilty."

I laugh and he twirls me. "Well, I'm glad you were."

The song ends and all the couples bow and curtsey to each other. Loki pulls me to him again as the band begins to play another piece. I sigh happily and lean into him, inhaling his scent. I slide my hand along his shoulder to the back of his neck and run my fingers through his hair, and in response I feel Loki's fingers begin to trace patterns on my lower back. My stomach clenches and I make a decision. Standing up on my toes I lean in and whisper in Loki's ear.

"Do you want to get out of here?" I ask seductively.

His eyes widen behind the mask. He glances around. "Now?"

I smile and nod. "No one will be able to tell we're gone. No one knows we're us."

Just then the music stops once more and Loki takes the opportunity to lead me off the dance floor and out of the ballroom. Once we get into the hallway I pull him around the nearest corner and into a small side hallway, which is thankfully deserted, and push him against the wall crushing my lips to his. He returns the kiss eagerly; after a moment, however, he pulls away slightly and gazes down at me.

"We're still a little exposed here, don't you think?" he says huskily.

I nod and he takes my hand in his, leading me further down the hallway, around another corner, and into a small alcove. Once there he wastes no time in pressing me against the wall and kissing me hungrily. Loki breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, teasing and sucking. He continues down over my collarbone to the low neckline of my gown where he kisses the top of my breasts. I tangle my hands in his hair and dip my head to nibble his earlobe; he lets out a low moan and presses me harder into the wall. I can feel his arousal hard against my thigh and I want to feel his bare skin on mine. I capture his lips with mine and hurriedly unbutton his vest, moaning softly in frustration as my hands slip inside it only to find the belted tunic still blocking me; I fumble with the belt before finally getting it undone, tossing it to the floor. Finally I am able to slide my hands beneath his loosened tunic and over his muscular chest. In response Loki slides his hand up my side to cup my breast, gently squeezing and stroking. I moan into his mouth and he kisses me harder.

"Oh gods, Rika," he breathes. "I need you now."

"Yes," I gasp, my hands already working on getting into his pants. I get them undone and gently stroke his shaft; Loki shudders and growls deep in his throat. He hikes my skirt up around my hips and lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him and he thrusts into me, letting out a guttural moan while I bury my face in his neck to muffle my cry of pleasure. Holding me up with one hand, Loki teases my breasts with the other as he slides in and out of me. I nibble and suck his neck as my hands run all over his torso.

The pace of his thrusts becomes quicker, our breathing more erratic. I feel the pressure building deep inside me and I throw my head back as I reach my peak, waves of pleasure rolling over me. Loki thrusts once more and shudders with his release, dropping his head onto my shoulder with a deep, contented sigh.

I run my hand through his hair as our breathing slowly returns to normal; after a moment I unwrap my legs from around Loki's waist and he places me back on my feet. He stoops down to retrieve our discarded masks and as I straighten my dress a giggle escapes my lips.

Loki glances at me with a questioning eyebrow raised as he hands me my mask and begins fixing his own clothes.

"Sorry," I say, still smiling. "I just don't think I've ever done anything quite so...naughty before."

Loki chuckles and dips his head to kiss my lips softly. "I do believe I may be a bad influence on you, my lady," he says with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

I grin in response. "I think you may be right."

After sliding his mask back over his eyes Loki takes mine and circles around behind me to tie it in place for me. "Although, I seem to remember this being your idea," he whispers in my ear.

I laugh. "Alright, maybe we're bad influences on each other." Mask securely in place, I turn and slip my hand into his. "Escort me back to the ball, kind sir?"

Loki grins. "Certainly, dear lady."

We slip back into the ballroom hand in hand to continue the festivities, both with very satisfied smiles on our faces.

A/N: Please let me know what you thought. I'm super nervous about this chapter.