They flew back to Boston on the twenty-eighth.

Loki was a little afraid, because he'd never lived with a girlfriend before, but he was mostly just excited. This wasn't just a girlfriend. This was Darcy. It wouldn't be some girl's clothes in his closet and mysterious beauty products cluttering his bathroom. It would be Darcy's. And he couldn't wait.

It was late by the time they got to his apartment, and they were both really tired. On the cab ride from the airport Darcy had leaned against the door with her eyes closed, her elbow propped against the door, and her head resting on her hand and rambling nearly incoherently about nothing in particular that he could tell. It was adorable. He loved how the more tired she got, the more she abandoned sensical speech. He thought she'd been talking about something to do with cats and detectives, but really, it could have been anything with Darcy's fascinating, circular-logic-loving mind.

Loki's apartment was on the second floor of a three-story apartment building. It was a pretty decent-sized apartment. The front door opened into a mid-sized living room populated by a plush, dark blue velvet couch on the far wall, a lamp, and a coffee table with a TV not too far from the couch. Honestly, though, he barely used his TV. It was mostly just to get Dr. Who and Community when new episodes came out. To the right was his bedroom, home to his bed, a few bookshelves, and a dresser. The bathroom was to the left, behind his bedroom, and the kitchen was to the left of the living room. He kept a very organized, minimal house.

"You need to stop being so cluttered," Darcy mumbled sleepily as he gave her the quick tour. "I refuse to clean up all this stuff. I ain't no maid. Unless there's costumes."

Loki smiled. She really was about to fall asleep where she was standing.

"Come on you," he said, leading her to his- their- bedroom. "Time for bed."

"Costumes and sexytimes," she clarified, causing him to chuckle. "And no actual cleaning. I don't clean. I won't do it."

She fumbled with the zipper on her jeans and hopped/tugged them off. Loki grinned when she just looked defeatedly at the buttons on her sweater and then up at him, as if to say, 'How did this even happen? Has the world really come to this? Really? To buttons?'. He unbuttoned it for her and she smiled sleepily at him.

"You're so good at things. Like taking off my clothes."

They hadn't actually had sex yet since being back together. It had just been too weird to think about doing it at her parents house. But the sexual tension had been there, steadily escalating.

"And I know I have a dirty mind, but I'm not cleaning that either. I like having a dirty mind," she said, poking his chest indignantly. Loki simply raised an eyebrow, content to just let her do as she would. He had a feeling that living with Darcy was going to be pretty much just letting her do what she wanted most of the time. Which was completely fine with him.

"And I like how my dirty, dirty mind wants to feel your hard, thick-"

Loki cut her off by kissing her hungrily and pulling her down to the bed. So, okay. She could pretty much do as she wanted, but he had to get involved at some point, right?

They made love passionately. And quickly. Both had enough sexual tension stored up that it didn't take long before they were both spent and exhausted, lying entangled on the rumpled sheets.

"Cock,"Darcy finished on a triumphant sigh, and Loki chuckled.

Loki woke up the next morning to the sound of Darcy swearing at something in another room. He lay in bed for a few moments, simply basking in the fact that Darcy was at his house, swearing at something. He still hadn't quite gotten used to the feeling of having her back yet.

Getting up, he pulled some boxers on, feeling his lips tilt up at the sight of their clothes strewn on the floor. Never before had there been clothes lying on his floor. He picked them up, his spirits high, and put them in the hamper by his bureau, and then wandered out to find Darcy.

He found her in the kitchen, fighting with his coffee-maker.

She looked up at the sound of him walking in the room, and she frowned at him in frustration. It was so cute to see her frown. She looked like an adorable, disgruntled puppy.

"Your stupid coffee thing won't give me what I want," she said, glaring at it. "The bastard is broken."

His coffee-maker was, admittedly, pretty high-end and complicated to figure out. But she also didn't have it plugged in.

He walked over to the counter and held up the cord. "I think this might have been your problem." He plugged it in and the machine came to life.

"Oh," Darcy said, a bit deflated. "Well. Yeah, probably." She smiled, biting her lip. "I may have overreacted."

"Maybe a bit," he agreed, stroking a piece of her hair. But he loved that about her. That she was so communicative and open with her emotions and thoughts. It balanced him out a bit, because he often didn't realize when he should be sharing more, and so could seem uninterested and hard to read. Or at least that's what some of his ex-girlfriends had said.

"How strong do you like your coffee?" he asked, reluctantly letting her hair slip from his fingers. It was so silky.

"Not strong at all. Like, never-gone-to-the-gymn-and-live-on-carrots strength."

Loki snorted and set the coffee-maker on the right track.

"I thought you were more of a tea-drinker," he commented as they sat at the kitchen table with their mugs of coffee a few minutes later, his optimisticly-bought second chair paying off.

Darcy shrugged, dumping a gallon of milk into her mug. "Eh. Sometimes I just want coffee. But yeah, the thought of the acidicness of coffee usually just makes me nauseous."

Loki nodded, filing this new information away in the Darcy part of his brain.

"So what's the plan today, loverboy?" Darcy asked sassily, the shirt she wore- a button-down of his, he now realized- falling off one shoulder because she hadn't buttoned it properly. "Do we have anything set-" she trailed a finger over his bare chest, her voice sultry and suggestive, "-up?"

Loki quirked a brow and smiled.

"I know!" Darcy said. "It was a bit of a stretch."

"A bit farfetch'd," he agreed, falling back into a game of theirs.

Darcy grinned. "yeah. You must have been quite perplexed."

"Fuck it. Let's just have sex." Even to Loki, his voice sounded almost like a growl.

They didn't make it out of the house that day.