Soooo, finally some light smuttiness. Yay! It was my first time writing any, so...fyi there was awkward cringing before I completely mastered it =)

They decided to go to a coffee shop, since neither were that crazy about alcohol and they really just wanted to talk. Darcy was so curious about him. He was estranged from his family, but did he plan to be forever or was he going to try and mend it? Did he like teaching? What did he even teach? What was it like in Boston?

Darcy gave him directions to her favorite coffee shop, Express Yourself Coffee, and they left from the lab. Her belly was full of happy/nervous butterflies. She still felt totally comfortable with him, but there was an added element of anticipation and excitement, knowing that he felt the same way about her.

Typically to trick her brain into being itself and not holding back her personality around guys she had to pretend that they were all gay and therefore not interested in her at all. Then she would just feel free to be herself, because as a teenager especially, she had been much more shy and contained. For the most part guys didn't hit on her, anyways, which she appreciated.

At first she'd done the same thing to Loki- pretending he was gay- especially because she was attracted to him but had little experience dealing with it and so wasn't sure what to do. But it was nice not pretending with him anymore. Nice and terrifying and wonderful.

She wondered if he ever thought of kissing her. The idea was so odd to her- like, why would anyone want to kiss her? Not that she thought she was unattractive- because she was actually quite comfortable with the way she looked (though when Jane was around, she would make even the most beautiful woman despair of something or other about herself), but it was like...'dude, it's just me. In what way am I even a sex object of any kind?'.

She pulled into the parking lot and unbuckled, examining her face in the visor's mirror. Hmmm. Pretty decent. She liked to keep her make-up minimal, especially since coming to New Mexico where the heat melted make-up pretty fast, so she'd stopped using eyeliner and just gone with waterproof mascara. This meant she typically didn't have to worry about smudges, which was awesome. Make-up was fun, but it was an easy road to paranoia.

She put some Chap-stick on and smacked her lips. She hadn't worn lipstick today, but they were a decent-colored pinkish. Overall she felt okay about how she looked, and was smiling foolishly at nothing when Loki pulled in a few moments later.

He looked so goddamned sexy as he pulled his helmet and leather jacket off. It was rather hot, and it made her happy that he still wore the jacket even though it must be uncomfortable and stifling. Safety first and all. But she thought it said something about him, too. That he took precautions. That he wasn't reckless. That he was willing to put up with some discomfort if he thought it was the right thing to do.

Because he was just that kind of sweet, old-fashioned man, he held the door open when they walked in. Darcy wasn't exactly sure why, but she really liked it that he did that. Like she was someone he just wanted to make happy and feel special.

"Okay," Darcy said, sitting down at the table. "So tell me things." She figured she'd start general and then work down to specifics when it felt right. She was curious though, how he would answer such a broad question.

Loki smiled and fiddled with the cardboard ring around his tea. "Wow. Okay." He was silent for a moment. "Anything?" he asked.

"Anything," said Darcy. "Anything at all."

"Well...I like dogs. My favorite season is winter. I have a phobia of talking on the phone-"

"Really?" Darcy broke in, disbelieving. "Sorry," she said. "I guess I could kinda see that. I just love talking." She smiled at herself and Loki chuckled. "On the phone, that is. Obviously I'm quite quiet in person. But sorry! Anyways, continue- this is good."

"Okay...I'm allergic to flowers. Umm. I'm a light sleeper-"

Darcy started giggling. She couldn't help it.

Loki blushed slightly when he realized how that could be taken. "Oh my god," he groaned self-deprecatingly. "It sounds like I'm advertising why you should be with me or something. 'These are the things I like, and also- hey, don't worry, if someone breaks into the house in the middle of the night I'll know right away and be able to protect you with my manly muscles,'" he clenched his biceps to demonstrate his 'manly muscles' (which were quite, erm, delicious, which didn't really make sense yet Darcy's mind accepted it wholeheartedly). "'because I'm a light sleeper. So that's why I would make a good boyfriend!'" he finished, adopting a salesman-type pitch and smiling at his own ridiculousness.

He wasn't usually like this- he was much more reserved and less apt to make fun of himself. But Darcy just had this way of not taking things too seriously, which made him feel safe and relaxed and able to actually be less serious than he normally would. He wondered vaguely what Thor would think, if he could see Loki now.

"You would be," Darcy said, her giggles subsiding but her smile still fixed, like it seemed to be most of the time she was around Loki.

It took Loki a moment to figure out what she was saying. Wait... "Do you- do you want me to be your boyfriend?" His heart sped up a thousand percent.

Darcy blushed slightly. "Well, yes. I do a bit." Which was an understatement. She was frickin' crazy about him. She knew she should just stop with that, but...she couldn't. Her mouth took over (Dirty mind, Darcy! She yelled at herself as her libido suggested other situations where her mouth could take over. Bad Darcy. Stop that!).

"I like the idea of you being...mine. Which, I don't know- maybe it's too much for you too fast, I mean this is totally crazy, right? This doesn't happen! We just met yesterday, and honestly I didn't really...well, whatever, but I mean you're probably totally freaked out because here we are on a first date and then I just go 'Oh wow, so yeah, let's totally be really sudden and serious and that sounds like a lot of fun: now you can be saddled with a girlfriend and all your manly sowing of seeds will be cut short because you've got to know right up front that I would be very cross if you ever cheated, and I have a taser and I know how to use it, so you'd just need to like, stay far away from other women because they've got to be all the fuck over you and I don't know if I can handle that because I just want you to be mine, so-"

Darcy squeaked as Loki's lips stopped her ramblings. It was unexpected, but entirely welcome, and seeing as how she did love to use her mouth (Bad Darcy! Dirty! Dirty!), she kissed him back, her tongue tasting his lips curiously. They were soft, yet firm at the same time in some beautiful, masculine paradox, and he tasted like Earl Grey. She responded enthusiastically. It had been...quite a while since she'd kissed anyone (let alone other things), and she'd forgotten how nice it could be. His facial hair was slightly bristly. It felt both sexy and funny. Like she wanted to somehow rub her cheeks on it while simultaneously licking his collarbone, which, on glancing down at his collarbone, she felt was an entirely justified reaction.

Loki had leaned across to reach her, his elbows on the table, but they worked their way up to her shoulders as he stood up- still across the table from her- to try and lean in closer. He accidentally knocked over his tea, though, and they sprang apart as the tea spilled onto the floor.

"Fuck," he muttered.

"Sweet Jesus!" she shrieked in surprise, then started laughing. Loki joined in, shaking his head. They were both a bit flushed and in high-spirits.

"I'll get that," Loki said and got up to get some napkins. Darcy threw the cup away.

"So that was exciting," she said when he came back a moment later.

He grimaced, feeling slightly embarrassed yet overall extremely happy. "Yeah, sorry about that little tea mishap. That was quite smooth of me."

Darcy grinned. "Oh, yeah! The tea thing. That was exciting too."

Loki grinned as well. They just sat there grinning at each other with the wet napkins on the table between them for a while before Loki shook his head, yet again, at his own besottedness and threw the napkins out.

It had been so nice, kissing her. More so than anyone else he'd ever kissed, which, admittedly, wasn't that many. But this was Darcy, and he figured that even if he'd kissed a thousand women before, she would still be the best.

"So what now?" Darcy asked, looking up at him with her smiling, blue eyes. There was this warm, fuzzy thing going on inside of him.

It had gotten dark out but neither of them wanted to leave each other. There wasn't much point staying at the coffee shop seeing as they both were over the whole tea idea and it would be closing soon anyways.

"There's a park right across the street with a lake," Darcy suggested. "Which surprised me when I first came here, because I thought it was all just sand and, like, a total desert, but- well. That's not important." They shared a nonsensical grin. "We could go walk through there. It's really nice. Sometimes there are ducks..." She wondered if anyone had ever been lured into something with the promise of possible ducks.

"I would love that," Loki said, truthfully. He liked nature, and would go on hikes when he visited other cities for his work. Sadly, there wasn't much hiking to be done in Boston. While walking through a park wasn't exactly hiking, it was still being outdoors- which would be a welcome change. He'd been cooped up indoors for the past couple days.

They left the coffee shop and headed across the street. There were a few people around- some bikers, a woman walking her dog, a jogger- but it was quiet. No cars went by. It was clear out and the stars were showing off. A full moon peeked out from halfway behind a fluffy cloud. There was something magical about just the sound of their feet hitting the ground, the swish of a bike's tires in the distance.

Darcy took in a deep breath. "I love this air," she said on an exhale. "It's so much cleaner out here than where I'm from. That's one of the biggest differences about this place, for me."

Loki took a deep breath, too. The air was cool and crisp- more what you might expect from an autumn day rather than a summer one- and it made him wistful for winter and snow and the wind. For some reason he just loved the cold.

It was nice here in New Mexico, though he loved his Boston. The air was definitely cleaner here, and somehow brighter.

"Where are you from?" he asked.

They had gotten to the park and found a trail leading towards the lake. It was a very open park with few trees, but the few they did have were giving off a pretty, floral scent.

"I'm from Virginia. Willowdale, Virginia, actually," Darcy said, picking a stray leaf off of a tree's overhanging branches and studying it. "I love it. It's actually a pretty populated place because we have like ten colleges or something ridiculous like that, so there's lots of twenty year olds." She dropped the leaf, bored of it. "But there's lots to do and we've got some nice museums- my best friend and I used to go sneak into the film festivals every summer." She smiled, thinking of it. "Of course we got caught every time, because we were terrible at pretending we were twenty-one."

"Twenty-one? For a film festival?"

Darcy cleared her throat. "Ah," she said. "Yeah, well, some of the films had a lot of adult...elements to them. Also they served all these fancy wines for some reason that I don't understand, so it was all strictly legal-aged people." She laughed. "Ahaha, and me and Katie- that's my best friend- we would stuff our bras with socks-" Loki chuckled at the mental image, "because we were fourteen when we started going, and we were still quite...erm. Undeveloped, I suppose."

They were in sight of the lake now. It was bigger than he would have expected New Mexico to be able to sustain, though not that big, really. There was a red painted, wooden bridge that crossed it in the middle where it dipped in like a waist and flared out again on either side.

"They would close off a few streets downtown for these festivals and they'd bring in these huge projection screens that they'd place every so-and-so amount of space apart and everything, and their would be these concession stands under tents that had wine in coolers that you could buy for lots of money, and- this whole thing is roped off and there's people keeping track of the ages of people going in, mind you- oh, Loki! Look at the swan!"

There was indeed a swan near them as they were walking along the side of the lake. It was adorable how much Darcy's face lit up at the sight of it and she'd stopped walking. She was animated anyways, but her face went all soft at the sight of this swan, for some reason that he couldn't understand but liked. It popped into his head from out of nowhere, that she might look at a child like that, and that it might be their own child that she would look at. It was such a strange, frighteningly serious thought to have that he instantly shoved it away.

"It's pretty," he offered, not really sure what she was looking for. He couldn't help but smile at her.

"It's beautiful," she breathed. "I've always loved swans. I like that they're so gorgeous, but they're really mean and spiteful, too. And the Romans used to use them as guard-dogs. They're epic."

He chuckled quietly at that. She'd been staring admiringly at the swan, but shook her head at herself when Loki laughed. They started walking again.

"Sorry about that," she said. "Jeez, I get so distracted sometimes. It's ridiculous."

"I like it," Loki said, and Darcy's heart thumped happily in response.

He was so tall. Walking next to him really made her notice that. It was nice, though. She loved how masculine he was- tall, dark, and handsome. No doubt about it. And he smelled really good. Like sandalwood and fir trees or something. It was intoxicating. They weren't walking too close- maybe a foot or so away from each other- but she kept getting teased by his annoyingly manly scent and wishing she could just be glued to his hip. Her blood got hotter thinking about how the weight of his arm might feel against her thigh if they were to walk hip-to-hip.

"So how did that story end?" Loki asked after a few minutes of companionable silence. His voice hit her all over again- its fucking sexy as hell deep timbre that just made her want to lay her head on his chest and tell him to purr- or do things to him to make him purr...hmmm...No! Stop that! Bad Darcy! she told her libido. Oh yeah, her libido said. That's what he'll be saying...lol what.

Dragging her mind out of the gutter, she focused on the question, straining to remember. It felt like ages had past since she'd been-

"Oh. Right. So, the festival," she remembered. "Okay, so me and my friend would stuff the socks into our bras, and we'd put on clothes from our mothers' closets, and then we'd go downtown-" Downtown! Her dirty mind and desperate libido latched onto the word. Downtown! Downtown! Go downtown! "-and we'd try to be all casual, like 'Oh ho, so just another day at this place I'm most definitely supposed to be, nothing to worry about, go on about your business, oh yes we'll just casually sneak under the rope and- oh no! Foiled again by those pesky old people who go around looking for minors!'" She laughed. "It was pretty ridiculous. We'd get caught. Every time. We went three years running. They'd call our parents, who'd have to come pick us up, and my dad would laugh. Mom though, eh. She'd make me mow the lawn for a few weeks." Darcy shivered. "Blech. Lawns. The Devil invented lawns."

Loki chuckled. They were almost the whole way around the lake by now. A biker swished by sedately. His heart felt full and light. It was a great night to be alive.

"You sound like you were a handful," he said, finding it charming.

Darcy laughed. "Oh boy. You have no idea."

They stopped at Darcy's car, back in the parking lot near the coffee shop.

"I had a lot of fun," Darcy said, smiling up at him. He was so sexy that it was hard to believe he was real. The moon was paying him outrageous compliments, not that he needed them. But it highlighted his cheekbones and throat as if to say: here. Take these. Take these beautiful things with your mouth. And just imagine if he was naked- we could really go crazy then. .

"Me too," he said, looking down at her. She would have been surprised if she'd known, but the moon was complimenting her, too. She looked ethereal and sexy, and just...she was Darcy. "Can I just say- you're really...amazing." He wished he could think of a better, more apt word, but he kept coming back to 'Darcy-like' and he was guessing that that just wouldn't be as descriptive to her as it was to him.

Something sweet wrapped around Darcy's heart and squeezed gently. Without really consciously thinking of it, she went on her tiptoes, and he leaned down at just the right time, and their lips met in the middle. He stepped closer to her, pushing her back against her car door, and she leaned into him, loving the hardness of his body. It was funny how her breasts were like a pillow being crushed (not unpleasantly) between their two chests. Wow, dirty mind you have failed me miserably at this moment in time, she thought vaguely to herself before being caught up in the moment again and how his arms were around her waist now and hers were all over his ass, which was firm and quiiiiiiiite nice-feeling, and was it just her or was it getting really hot out here?

The door to the coffee shop opened and the sound brought them back to the present, making them step away from each other slightly guiltily and grin like they'd done something wrong but that neither regretted. A woman walked out and gave them a look before clacking over to her car, her high heels loud and comical in the otherwise silent night.

"I guess...I should probably go," Loki said regretfully, rubbing the back of his head like a small boy might when he knows he has to do something that he doesn't want to.

"Oh," said Darcy, disappointed. She wanted more kissing! More touches! Her libido begged. More ass! More hard body! Muscles! Yummy neck, rough cheeks, sexy nose! More! MoooOOOOOOoooore! I'm dying down here! It's so lonely...

"Yeah, I guess we should go home." She fiddled reluctantly with her car keys. He drummed his fingers on his legs.

They both leaned in simultaneously, their lips meeting in the middle once more, teeth clacking enthusiastically in a long, hard kiss that seemed to last forever and yet be over in an instant. He pulled away, breathing hard, and leaving her still standing pressed up against her car door, her lips tingling pleasantly.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, his voice all gruff and throaty.

Darcy nodded, slightly dazed.

"Until then," he said, smiling down at her, the look in his eyes making her all disoriented and hot.

"Mmmhmm," she thought she said as he walked back to his bike.

He looked back as he was walking and grinned when she was still leaning against her car, tracing her lips absently.

There. Are you satisfied now? Darcy asked her libido as she drove home. Are you fucking kidding me! It said. NO I'M NOT SATISFIED WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU GIVE ME A TASTE AND THEN SAY 'Oh no, you just get to lick the ice cream, you don't get to eat it' SO FUCK YOU AND JUST LET HIM FUCK ME.

I will! Darcy said. Just calm the fuck down! It's been literally two days!

Her libido just started crying. Not for me it hasn't been...all alone in the dark down here and I'm so social. I just want a friend. Just one friend. Is that too much to ask?