Semi-public/public sex

Natasha grinned as she took Loki's hand in hers and pulled him into the plush hotel elevator. Not half a second later her lips were hard against his, one of her legs lifting and wrapping around his waist and her arms encircling his shoulders. Any concerns or objections that the god might've had were silenced by her mouth, inhaling them into her lungs as though they were oxygen while she devoured him alive. So he groaned instead, pressing her up against the thin, metal wall as it rose slowly from level to level, his cock already hardening as it pressed against the heat of her cunt, straining against the thin fabric of her panties. She'd worn a short dress, whether on purpose or not, and he couldn't have been happier as one of her hands flew to his fly and undid the button, zipper, and pulled him out and into her hand in a matter of seconds. Damn, she was skilled.

"Natasha," he finally managed to gasp, pulling away as she moved to attack his neck. She pushed the fabric of her panties aside and pressed him into her, earning her a groan. His eyes looked up at the camera just in the corner and frowned. What the hell was she playing at? "We're being watched-."

"So?" She groaned, arching her back and swaying her hips so that she rocked against him quickly. Why wasn't she concerned about it? He was all for the thrill rides and getting their kicks however they could, but this?

"Loki. I need you now," she groaned, moving her lips back to his as she fucked against him as hard as she could. Well, alright then. He groaned and bucked his hips back against hers, the friction and heat of her nearly too much. His head tipped backwards, Nat's moans singing in his ears as she pressed herself harder against him. Leaning over, he tried to dip his head towards her breasts, aiming to take one in his mouth, but she leaned in and bit his ear. "No, not yet," she moaned. "Just fuck me. Please."

A pause as the elevator came to a halt, and Loki looked up. "Want me to keep it shut?" He asked, voice hoarse with want. Need.

Before she could do more than shake her head the elevator gave a quiet 'ding' and a trio of men stood behind them. Their shocked expressions gave Nat enough time to pull a small gun from her hip and shoot the three, watching them drop to the ground just as Loki was pulling away to set her down.

"What the hell was th-."

"Come with me," she said, adjusting her skirt as she stepped out of the small box. Completely confused, Loki followed her after putting himself away, zipping himself back up and wishing she'd just tell him what the hell was going on. Three more men were waiting for them as they stepped closer to their room and again Natasha had no qualms with shooting them, each of the bullets finding their target without fail. She looked back at Loki, asking him to make the bodies disappear. His jaws clenched a little as he snapped his fingers; any evidence that they'd been there, that men had died, vanished.

"Would you tell me what the hell is going on?" He demanded once she'd shut the door on their hotel room. "I'd thought this was going to be a simple evening out-."

"Coulson got news that there was a leak in the security footage, someone watching for SHIELD agents. I told him I'd come in and get rid of them." She shrugged, her hands already working the long zipper down from the base of her neck to her mid-back.

"So what, I was just the back-up?"

"No. You were the distraction," she looked over to shoot him a wide grin. "But I'm still game to finish up if you are."

As if he could say no.