A/N: You all have JaninaM8 to thank for this. So, thank you, dear. Also, I left it at such a cliffy yesterday because I knew I'd be updating again today.

One...maybe two more chapters, and that's it! Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews, for the follows and favorites!

Bit lemony, readers. Proceed with care.

…somewhere between chaos and shape…that was where she found herself. It was as if everything had slowed…and all there was was Loki and her…

Jane had heard that phrase once, and it resonated. And she missed her father.

But she was here now, and the man she loved was about to kiss her.

Soft at first, he ran his mouth gently over hers. His hand moved from her chin to the back of her head, and he ran his left hand up her arm…Loki pulled away for a second to look at her…

Her eyes were closed, her breath was soft; she opened her eyes to find him looking at her. She smiled, put her hands on his shoulders, and reached up to him.

Deftly he opened her mouth with his own and kissed her deeply…she issued a soft squeal from the action, and pressed herself into him. It was a heated moment, and the passion was sharp. Jane felt his hunger acutely, and she returned his kiss with fever.

He pushed her against the door and ran his hands along her body, never leaving her mouth.

And though it had only been just over a week of realization, it felt as though months and months had passed…and their desperation was reflective.

Jane pulled away in a pant. "Loki," she breathed. He had his right hand under her skirt, on her thigh, the other pressed on her lower back in an effort to keep her close.

He swallowed, finding his breath. "Jane."

She smiled.

Then he did.

She was searching his face…trying to find some indicator of what she should do. It had been so long. Should she be bold…?

So her hand found his sex…he gasped and closed his eyes…his hands went to the door behind her, leaning into her, holding on for support. "Jane…" he said into her ear.

"Yes?" her mouth was at his neck.

"Do you have…" he moaned. "Please tell me that you have…"

She stopped. "Condoms?"

"Yes."

"I don't…" she hadn't had sex in over a year…

Now he groaned and looked at her, and placed his hand on her cheek.

"Don't you, Loki?"

"No…I've had four partners in my life. None of which have been recent."

She laughed. "No way."

He cocked a brow.

"Wow. We are more alike than I realized…"

Loki pulled away and looked steadily at her. "Just give me a moment. I'll run to the store and get some."

But she didn't want that. She wanted…to act…she had been idle for too long…

So Jane Foster curled a smirk, and took off her top. Then her bra…

And Loki's eyes went wide.

She guided him to her sofa and made him sit so that he was looking up at her. His hands went to her breasts, and Jane's head went back.

She fell to her knees and took off his coat (he seemed to always have that thing on), took his hips and pulled him toward her a bit, then reached up to claim his mouth once more. As she kissed him, taking full charge, she ripped open his shirt…buttons popping…and she trailed her tongue down his torso…kissing him, making her way down.

She undid his pants, and when he was fully exposed, she gasped.

He was so erect, it looked painful.

Perhaps it was.

She took him in her mouth and began to ease his pain.

And ease it she did, without much difficulty.

Loki came quick and hard…his fingers pulling on her hair, his muscles corded and pulled taut, he let out a groan as he climaxed. "Jane," he said…his brow trickling sweat.

"Yeah?" she replied, pulling away…she looked at him fully…his black hair in his face, his body loosening from the release…he seemed…happy.

"I…" he swallowed, then giggled a touch. "Come here."

She smirked and stood. Loki kicked off his pants and placed his hands on her hips, and eased her on the sofa next to him.

He crawled on top of her, then sitting back on his haunches, he pulled her skirt and underwear off, and tossed them aside.

He loomed over her, drinking her in, caressing her body with his hands. "You are beautiful, Jane Foster."

She blushed. "Not really. But thanks."

"You are. Don't you know that you are?"

"No," she honestly admitted. "I mean…I'm not unattractive…but beautiful? No one is writing poems about me."

He smiled crookedly at her, then, placing his palms on either side of her, kissed her mouth. "You are lovely…as much as any woman put to paint…as much as any Helen of Troy…allow me to demonstrate…" and he lowered his face, taking her nipple in his mouth, trailing kisses down her stomach, until he found her center.

Jane cried out as soon as he began…and much like Loki, she found her orgasm with relative ease, flowing from her in waves, shaking her to the core.

She gasped. And felt suddenly quite cold…she shivered, and opened her eyes.

"Are you alright, Jane?"

"I'm cold," she said.

He took the throw and sliding next to her, covered them both. Loki nuzzled her neck, and smiling, said, "I have never felt this way before. I feel so…sentimental."

"That's weird."

"Is it?"

"No," and she laughed.

He took her hand and threaded his fingers between hers, then stopped. "You…" he took her hand out from under the throw, and looked at it.

It bore the ring he had given her.

"Jane…you're wearing the ring."

"Oh, yeah. I put it on earlier," she paused. "Is that…not ok?"

"No. It's fine," and he sat up.

"Loki?"

He turned toward her and smiled. "Come…let's get you in bed…I'll go get some condoms."

She followed him to her room, and she laid down, pulling the blankets around her. Loki kissed her mouth softly. "Is there anything else I can get while I'm gone?"

"No…just hurry back."

"Why? Anxious, are we?" he smiled.

Her eyes were wide, and she didn't tell him that she was worried that he'd be hit by a car on the way, because she had seen too many movies, read too many books…she knew that as soon as things seemed to be perfect, something awful would happen. "Yes," she said.

He nodded. "Never fear, Jane. I shall return, and we shall resume our activities. We haven't gotten to the best part yet."

She smiled and he left. She heard him putting his clothes back on…

…and she thought, I honestly never thought that I would hear the sound of someone else getting dressed in my apartment.

He clicked the door closed, and Jane looked around her room. It was a nice enough room…bright, to make up for the lack of someone else. Warm, to heat the lack of someone else. She sat up and looked for her phone…turned it on…

It was eleven fifteen pm. Forty five minutes left of the old year. She laid back and smiled, draped her arm over her forehead.

Where had she been last year at this time…?

"Come on Jane! Fifteen minutes until midnight! You had better find someone to kiss!" Darcy was yelling in her ear. They were at a club. Jane hated clubs, but Darcy had convinced her it was worse to be alone New Year's Eve.

"Alright, Darcy! Leave me alone already!"

She looked around…there was a guy…great. Anyone with a penis qualifies? She began to scout out for girls, but the thought made her laugh.

After five minutes of wandering around, looking for someone to lock eyes with, she left.

Stupid idea, going out with Darcy…

And she swore to herself that next year it would be different…

But at the time, she didn't know how she would make it different, nor how different it could actually be.

Jane was in love, and that was as different as it was possible to be.

She sighed, and thought about how perfect Loki was for her. She wasn't naive… fanciful, yes…but not stupid. She knew that there would be disagreements, vexation…but she hoped that they would always be able to find a way back to the moment they shared a bit ago…

…and her mind drifted to his reaction to her ring, and wondered about it. Was he thinking that she thought that they were engaged? Surely not. Was he thinking that she had been holding onto an idea of her and Thor? No way.

She would need to explain that she had put it on for sentimental reasons…believing that he hated her…

She heard her door open and Loki enter…she heard him take off his coat and shoes…and he appeared in the doorway, holding a white plastic bag. "You'll need to mend my shirt, you minx," he said, leaning on the doorway.

Jane sat up…"Well, if you didn't always wear dress shirts, that wouldn't have been a problem. Besides, it was pretty dramatic and hot, wasn't it?"

He nodded, and entered the room. "I concur. But I take issue with your critique of my chosen attire. I happen to like my clothes," and he sat on the edge of her bed.

"I do too…but I like them better on the floor," she giggled. Love had made her intrepid.

"Ooohhh….you are a vixen, Jane Foster…I had thought that perhaps you were…but dismissed it," and he took off his tattered shirt, and placed the bag on the nightstand.

"Why would you make such a mistake?" she asked, watching him.

"Because of your sweet nature…because you were often reticent…." off went his pants, and he went to her…kissing her neck. "…but I saw the spark of the fire beneath, and that I held onto with ferocity…"

Jane grabbed his ass, and pulled him on top of her, kissing him deeply.

His hand held her breast…and then his fingers slipped inside of her, and she cried out, tearing her mouth from his.

"Open your eyes, Jane…" those words he had spoken when she had fainted…and with a frenzied look and a furrowed brow, she obeyed. "There you are."

"Loki…" she said, and her back arched. "Please…"

He smiled and kissed her, then pulling away, he went to obtain the bag.

"What else did you buy?" she asked, seeing that there were a few items inside.

"Later," he purred, without looking at her.

She gulped, and watched as he slipped the condom on.

"Someday, love, hopefully not too far away, we will be able to enjoy one other without this fabricated barrier."

"You mean the pill?"

"Whatever," he replied, and he went to her once more. He eased her legs apart, and situated himself in between. He kissed her neck, her jawline, tracing it with his tongue…

"Now Loki…" she pleaded.

And he complied.

He slipped inside of her…a soft entrance…and Jane's breath hitched. It had been a while.

"Are you alright?" he asked, he was frozen in place.

"Mmmhmmm," and she swallowed.

"You say you've had intercourse before, right?" he breathed.

"Um, yeah," she replied, looking at him. "Why?"

And he thrust all the way in now…and she gasped. "Because Jane…you are incredibly tight…almost as though…" he whimpered. "…as though you were a virgin."

"No," she simpered. "No…I mean…" she had lost her train of thought…

And Loki began to move. He reared up to look at her. "I love you, Jane."

And again he thrust…"I love you," she replied…her hands on his chest…she was watching as his muscles moved with his action.

He tried to be delicate…but it was no use. He reached down to Jane's sex, and massaged it a bit…

She cried out, and he followed.

Loki collapsed on her, breathing heavy…then rolled onto his side. It had been magnificent…everything he had dreamed of and more. "I didn't insult you before, when I said you felt as though you were a virgin, did I?" he asked.

"No. Not really," she smiled, then paused. "Loki…why did you react the way you did at the ring?"

"It was meant as a compliment," he finished...attempting to explain his remark further, then became a bit withdrawn. "Well…about the ring…I suppose I hadn't thought about it. To see it on you…it brought back the memory of Christmas, when you were engaged to Thor…and I was in love with you. And I had no hope in the world."

"Oh."

"What?" he looked at her, and pulled the condom off.

"Well…I guess…" she laughed and rolled onto her back. "I guess I just thought that I was the one suffering. I hadn't thought about you and your suffering."

Loki propped his head up on his palm to look at her. His right hand, with its index finger traced her belly…her breast…her shoulder…"It was acute, Jane. I never understood what it meant to 'fall in love.' I understand now, for it hurt. It was painful torture…and I attempted to mask it as best I could, resigned as I was to the thought of you being…" he turned away, fell on his back. "You…being…" he swallowed, and he felt ill once more.

"Thor's wife?"

"Thank you, yes," he closed his eyes, and stuttered out a breath.

"Wow."

"Indeed."

"And I was a mass of raw nerves all the time…seeing you had the oddest effect…sometimes it would make me feel calm, other times I thought that I'd be sick, for the thought of losing you was always right there…waiting to happen…"

He was looking at her now, smiling softly. "Well. That is all behind us now."

She nodded.

Loki sat up and began to reach over her, toward the bag on the nightstand. "It's nearly midnight, Jane," he opened up the bag. "Have you got any wine?"

"Yeah…" and she watched as Loki pulled out a couple of silly hats and two Snickers bars. He put one on her, and one on him…he stood up and put his boxer briefs on and went to the kitchen.

When he returned with two glasses, she was laughing.

"What?" he asked smiling and handing her a glass.

"You. You're walking around naked with a party hat on and you bought Snickers."

"Snickers satisfies, Jane," and he pulled off the wrapper and bit into it. "Besides, I'd bet my hat you haven't eaten."

"No one wants your hat Loki. But you'd be right," and she ate the chocolate.

"I've got underwear on, by the way," he retorted, as the bell rang.

"Fuck. That's Darcy…what time is it?"

"I dunno…ten minutes until midnight, maybe?" he got up to answer the the door.

"Loki!" and Jane pulled the blanket around her.

But he had already reached the door. "Hello, Darcy," and he stepped aside to let her in.

"Oh wow. I interrupted, didn't I?" she took in the handsome man with long, tousled hair. "How tall are you, anyway?" her eyes followed him to the kitchen, and then she spotted Jane. "Hey. So…happy New Year…I'll just go."

"I'm six two," he said, handing her a glass.

"You look taller without any clothes on," and she took the glass.

"Darcy!" Jane giggled. "Don't you have a party?"

"Yep," and she downed the wine. "I'll text you later Jane," she looked at Loki. "You should go around naked more often. You hide your physique with that long-ass coat," and she left.

"I like her," he said, and looked at Jane.

Jane swatted his arm. "She was ogling you!"

"Jealous?" and he pulled her into his arms.

"Maybe," and she blushed.

He smiled. "Jane…there's something that I need to ask you…"

"Ok?"

"Would you be willing to come to my parents' house tomorrow for dinner?"

And just as he uttered those words, they heard the commotion.

"It's the New Year," Jane said.

"It is," Loki replied, and he pulled her into a searing kiss. "Happy New Year, love."

"Happy New Year."

She pulled away, took his hand, and led him to the sofa. "Yes…I'd be willing to go…"

"But?"

"No but's…just understand that I'm nervous."

He kissed her cheek. "Understood. But you needn't be."

"Easy for you to say," she leaned against his side.

"Well, think about how difficult it was for me to come here."

"It was?"

He laughed. "Of course it was. I knew that you loved me…at least you said that you did…but imagine how I didn't…couldn't believe it…living as I always had, in Thor's shadow. It was completely unbelievable to me that anyone would choose me over him."

Jane took his hand. "Yeah…I guess I hadn't thought about that."

"Why would you? I was certain that you had since changed your mind. Or else had lied in an effort to get away from the situation, impossible as it was."

"I didn't lie. I love you."

"I know…though I may never fully grasp what that means," he replied softly.

"What are you talking about?"

"The want, Jane…it was to my core. And I've had so little that I wanted…to have you, well…"

Jane kissed him to stop him. "I understand. I know. Let's go to bed."

And to bed they went…

…and made love…and held one another…he kept her warm…she kept him safe…and they fell asleep in each other's arms.