When he made his way into the command post, he saw Jean having an animated discussion with the guards in the open doorway.

"I don't care if Fury is currently dancing the tango with the First Lady of the United States, you get him on video conference now!" She said, leaning in and very nearly poking the tall one in the chest.
"Doc, I'm going to need you to lower you voice..."
"I was just standing 3 feet away from Magneto and two of his pets on a supposedly secure base, in a supposedly secret location!"
"I get that, and we are trying to track the Director down. But right now I need you to have a seat...and I would take it as a personal favor if you would stop playing with that band, M'am..."
She looked down suddenly and saw that she was indeed playing with the band on her left wrist. She had unconsciously hooked her right index finger under it, rubbing it between her finger and thumb. Her demeanor changed immediately, the anger dissipating.
"Sorry Chuck...didn't realize I was doing it." She said sheepishly, and then she entered the room, sitting down in a rolling chair.

Loki watched with interest as both guards relaxed their stance. It was then that he realized that the shorter guard had been resting his hand on the gun at his hip during their exchange with Jean. He looked straight at Loki as he placed his hand back at his sides, trying to appear more casual that his facial expression reflected. He then closed the door, locking their voices behind the thick glass. Luckily, he could still see her face and lips enough to read what she was saying to Fury once he came online a few seconds later.

"Jean, I hear some old friends of yours decided to join you for some exercise today"
"Cute. They made a play for Loki..." she said, not in the mood for jokes.
"I just looked at the tape, Jean...he was clearly making overtures to you"
"Fury, he knows that his spiel isn't going to work on me...do you really think that little visit was for my benefit? He likes to meddle and confuse. He implied that Shield had ulterior motives for putting me and Loki at the same base. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

She could see him take a deep breath, before deciding that lying to her, even over a distorted video feed, probably wasn't worth it.
"It was convenient for many reasons."
"You are really good at that omitting versus lying thing, you know. I guess that's what makes you such a good spy. I want you to read him in."
"Out of the question."
She expected nothing else, but groaned in frustration all the same.
"He is putting himself in Shield's hands, in good faith...it's not fair. At least give him access to the rest of the XMen files...so that he knows which mutants have which abilities."
"Fine. But even I don't have access to your file. Not that I need it. I've seen you in action."
"If that's true, then why..."
"Jean, can you move your chair 45 degrees."
"Why?"
"We are being observed. If you weren't so upset you would have noticed already."

Loki knew that his casual act of leaning against the wall in the hallway as though he was simply waiting for Jean to be done had just been seen through. She turned her chair just enough so that her mouth was out of his sight, but not before giving him a sidelong glare that would rival one of the Allfather's looks of disapproval.

"Get used to it..." He sneered and stalked down the hallway and back through the door. He was trembling with rage. Perhaps Jean was not complicit, but Shield was obviously hiding things from him.

Many hours later, after spending the day adjusting security protocols, and checking in with Aurora at the school, Jean finally made it back to her door well after dinner time. She was grateful that she had managed to grab a shower before talking to Tony & Steve. She hadn't noticed until then that she had been wearing running shorts all day long, which would surely have earned her some snide comments. She had changed into her version of pajamas before she started the video chat with them. They were concerned by the news, but more so by the fact that Loki had been granted additional access to sensitive information, and so they were coming up in the morning...just in case Thor needed back-up. She knew that they were also concerned about her, but were refraining from saying anything about it.

She was exhausted. She hesitated at turning the door knob, thinking that perhaps she should seek out Loki before turning in, but she decided she just didn't have enough energy left for that conversation. She entered the room without turning on the light, pulling off her sweatshirt and flipping her flip flops off. She tumbled backwards onto the bed and lay staring at the ceiling when she suddenly felt the weight of a body pressing on her.

Loki was suddenly sprawled atop her body, pinning her arms with his own, and pressing his weight into her legs. She was annoyed more than she was surprised, and attempted to kip her right leg up to his groin, but he beat her to it, forcefully pressing both of his legs down between her legs, and bucking his hips upward in warning. "Is that anyway to treat a friend, Jean"
"Are you acting like a friend right now? Jumping me, in my room, on my bed...? Really!?"
"Well, since you have been occupied all day with other things, I thought this would be the most direct way to get your attention." And with that, he sunk further down in his position before rocking his hips into her again, more suggestively this time, and slower. His eyes never leaving hers, watching her expression intently. He licked his lips when he noticed her flushed cheeks, visible even in the moonlight.
"What do you want?" She said levelly, ratcheting down on her control. Every instinct screaming at her to throw him into the most convenient wall.
"Can't you tell? Why, I only want what is coming to me...what they have been dangling in front of me for weeks apparently. If I had only known that they brought you here just for me..."
"This isn't happening."
"Then why haven't you fought back?"
"Why are you trying to piss me off Loki?"
"Because I want to know why everyone is afraid of you Jean. Why those mutants want you on their side so badly. Why people get nervous when you raise your voice. Why Bruce and Tony look at you with sad eyes and why Agent Romanov treats you like you are a deadly snake, always moving quietly and carefully around you."
"Maybe because she is smarter than you."
"Why aren't you afraid of me Jean? Like right now, I have you trapped on your own bed, nobody knows I am in here, I have threatened you...perhaps not with my words, but with my actions certainly, and you haven't once thought of calling for a guard. You are angry certainly, but you are talking to me as though I am being a naughty school boy...not a normal reaction for a woman that is being cornered by a monster."
He removed his right hand from hers and stroked her cheek, his eyes on her lips. He brought his face closer to hers, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and her lotion, clean and buttery smelling like a confection. His lips ghosted over hers without touching, as he flicked his eyes up to meet hers.
"Your pulse hasn't even raised, Jean...that could crush a man's ego"
"Maybe I am just not interested."
"No, you are exerting a great deal of control right now, but why?"
"Maybe it's so I don't accidentally kill you for being a jackass"
At that comment, he moved his hand back up to her neck and pressed his hand Into her throat, blocking her airway. Her eyes widened, but she made no real move to stop him. He counted the seconds that he withheld oxygen from her and kept staring at her eyes, daring her. She refused to take the bait, staring back at him unwaveringly. Her discomfort only showing in her adjustment of her body under his.
"You keep wiggling against me like that and I am bound to take it as an invitation." He said, releasing her neck with a frustrated sigh. She slowly and quietly sucked a full breath of air back into her lungs and exhaled out again.
He shook his head at her, feeling a bit defeated by her stubbornness.
"What are you Jean?"
"I can't tell you."
"Can't or won't?"
"Loki, listen to me very carefully. I literally can't tell you." She said, and her eyes flicked upward toward the band on her wrist.
"Ah, what did he call it, your leash...interesting. What if I took it off, freed you...what then?"
"Oh Loki, you really don't understand. I put it on myself. I helped create it."
He was quiet for a few long seconds, and he nodded.
"You are right. I don't understand. I don't understand anything about you."
"You asked me what I am. I'm dangerous. That's all you need to know. You should stay away from me."
"Perhaps." He said casually. And really, his nonchalance should have been her first clue. When he forcefully brought his lips down to meet hers a moment later, she shouldn't have been surprised. She really wanted to ignore him, but her body and heart betrayed her mind. She kissed him back with equal fervor, gasping at the sensation, momentarily dropping her walls. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her willing mouth, gliding against her tongue fervently as he moved his free hand behind her neck, kneading the muscles there. She slowly wrapped her legs around his back and in flash of speed and inhuman strength, she had flipped him onto his back and sat up, all without breaking their now hungry kiss. She was now pressed against his groin, almost painfully because of their angle, and his hands shot down to her hips to adjust her weight. She reached both hands down to meet his and moved them forcefully above his head, pinning them to the mattress. He was shocked at her strength. She pressed her arms and her weight onto him, mirroring his earlier actions, snapping him out of his lusty haze, as the pressure building between the grinding of their bodies had switched from friction to pain. She had him pinned, and was continuing to slowly kiss him, only allowing the movement of his mouth against hers. He made a sound of protest against her lips, and tried to remove her hands from his. Her hands held him like a vice. He bucked his hips against hers, but was barely able to nudge her as she continued her slow, almost tender assault of his mouth. The blood in his face, normally cold as ice, was boiling through his veins. Finally, when the breathing through his nose had escalated to a pant, she pulled back with a dreadful smile, ending the kiss.
"Why would you try to take something from me that I would give you of my own free will?"
He had no response for her, this little game not having had the desired effect. He gave her a petulant sneer and kept his silence, pushing at her hands in frustration, gasping for breath.

"Get out." She said, emotionless, and at the same time released his hands and moved back off of him to sit at the edge of the bed. If he had stopped to look back at her, he might have caught the sight of the solitary tear that she allowed to slide down her cheek and onto the bed.