My body is very attracted to your body, but when you speak my brain gets angry.
She slammed the door with purpose behind her.
It wasn't that she was playing a game. Jane didn't care for games, for there was always a loser.
She honestly despised how she succumbed to the charm of the Silver Tongue. She hated it. And sometimes she hated him.
It wasn't like a door could hold him. He'd just materialize in any closed quarters and then they'd be at it again.
She had told Thor she wanted to return home, but he was too wrapped up in prince stuff and Sif (or rather, wrapped around the Lady who was, at first, hated by Jane, but now Jane had learned to like her. A bit.).
And Loki decided he wanted to be wrapped around Jane.
In Jane.
Outside of her quarters.
Inside of them.
On the table after dinner.
The library…against the bookshelves with the books raining down on them from their rhythmic action.
At first, she had been compliant. He was an intoxicating specimen (with a bad boy streak she couldn't help but admit was enthralling), and world domination notwithstanding, he wasn't so bad. Besides, he had offered her comfort when Thor had forsaken her.
And Jane, surprisingly, wasn't upset.
Because she had begun to look in Loki's direction, and was pleased with what she saw…
And it didn't hurt that she thought that she'd be getting back at Thor the teeniest bit with her attentions to his brother.
But something had gone awry.
And she began to long for him more than she ought.
She began to dream about him.
His touch.
His words.
Damn.
"Jane Jane Jane Jane. When will you learn? You can run, but you cannot hide…and your insistence in resisting me only makes my hunger swell…along with a few other choice things," he was behind her, on the other side of the room.
Jane turned, eyes menacing, attempting to stab him with her fury. "I told you Loki. I'm done. I'm over it. I want you to leave me alone."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"No," and he approached her.
"Yes!" and she stepped back.
"What does your body suggest, Jane? Breasts heaving, moist with perspiration, brow furrowed, eyes ablaze, and no doubt, certain other parts are quite moist as well…" his eyebrow raised with suggestion.
"You know, you're right. But though my body is very attracted to your body, (but) when you speak my brain gets angry. Is that what you want? Someone constantly angry with your advances?"
"It is a drink I'd love to enjoy repeatedly, actually," and his hand wrapped around her waist.
"You're a pig."
He grinned.
"You're despicable," she spat.
He pressed into her.
"I hate you," she choked.
"I know," and he claimed her mouth, and pushed her into the closed door.
And Jane thought, shit. Here we go again…will it never end? Did she even want it to?
"You don't want it to end, Jane."
"What?! How did you…?"
"I know the ire of that mind of yours quite well," and he pulled away. "And she is not nearly as angry as you claim…"
Jesus. What had she gotten herself into…? A mind reader?
Come, dear…don't be afraid…
He lifted her skirts.
Your mind untethers her fury so wantonly.
Fuck you. Jane thought.
With pleasure…Loki returned.
And she succumbed to her body's pull once more.