Things Don't Go As Planned - Note: if implied underage sex between two consenting (and tipsy) teenagers bothers you, I'd suggest skipping this one.

"Natasha I'm not quite sure-." Her lips smashed up against his, tasting of cheap vodka stolen from her father's cupboards and the orange juice he'd chased his own shots with, embarassed that he hadn't been able to stomach the taste by itself while she'd basically drank the damn liquor out of the bottle. She'd been drinking it since she was little, she'd explained as she fed him shot after shot until he was good and tipsy, loosened up and relaxed as she led him to his room, her own movements a little more jerky than her usual coordination allowed. She'd laid down on the bed with him atop her, bucking her hips against his and wrapping her legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth as his hands had drifted down her body, skimming along the edges of her shirt.

"Please, Loki. I really want you." She whispered against his lips, biting his bottom one a little harsher than she'd meant to, forcing him to sneak a quick gasp.

"We're just-."

"I don't care," she said, moving her lips down his jaw to his neck, biting and sucking the skin there until it purpled and grew hot beneath her mouth, making him groan. Back arching, his covered cock brushed against her hot center, just about able to feel how badly she wanted him through the fabric. He shuddered. Oh God. He'd never thought they'd get to this point, especially not at how rocky their relation had been lately, but he wasn't about to complain or tell her no. The necklace he'd bought her bobbed against his chest as she flipped them over with ease, a feat he'd never have believed if he hadn't somehow gotten onto his back, and as she pressed herself even harder against him he shivered and wrapped a hand around the side of her face, guiding her away from his lips.

"You're so beautiful, did you know that?" He whispered. She just smiled and nodded, fingers leaving his sides to slide up her shirt and pull it off. She was beyond gorgeous in a black lace bra, breasts spilling out over the top, and when he saw that her panties matched, shorts flying across the room, he wondered if she'd had this all planned. Not that he was really complaining, especially not when she moved his fingers to her bra , allowing him to unclasp it, breasts swinging free so that when his mouth moved up he could-.

The door below slammed shut, making Natasha go rigid in Loki's lap, the color seeping out of her face. Loki's adopted parents had gotten home, Thor with them, the boy loud and boastful as he recounted the stories of his last football practice. In a rush, the two broke apart, Nat struggling to get her clothes on in the right order while Loki hastened to hide the vodka under his bed, pulling out a pack of gum from his backpack to offer a stick to Nat, a piece already in his mouth. She accepted with a quiet thanks, not meeting his eyes, already picking through one of her books to make sure that it looked like they were studying. Loki watched as her gaze flitted up quickly, locking on the hickey he was sure he now sported, but he just left it. If that was the worst of it then they were fine.

"Loki?" Frigga knocked quietly, opening the door when her adoptive son allowed her to. He smiled up at her, looking as emmersed in his studies as he could, the book hiding his still hard cock. She surveyed the two, trying to pick anything up that shouldn't be that way though she was still smiling as she did it. "Hi Natasha. You two hungry?"

"Yes, thank you ma'am," Natasha said with a small smile of her own. It didn't meet her eyes and Loki felt his heart go. What was wrong?

"Excellent. Dinner will be in half an hour; behave you two," she said with a small wink, ignoring the purple bruise on Loki's neck though he knew she'd bring it up once Natasha was gone. Only once the door had shut and they'd heard the floor whine and creak as Frigga walked away did they relax.

"Never again," Loki muttered, dropping back onto his bed. It took him half a moment to realize that Nat was standing up, the dregs of the alcohol coming back into play now that his adrenaline had gone through his system. Wait, what? "You're leaving? I thought you were-why are you taking off the necklace?"

"Because I don't deserve it," she murmured, eyeing the red and black jewelry with a saddened eye before she set it down on Loki's desk and headed towards the door. Half a minute, then it clicked.

"Oh God. Nat-no, don't leave," he reached out for her arm and though she went still beneath his grip she allowed him to pull her back. "You didn't think you had to-it was a gift, Natasha."

"They don't usually come without some kind of strings attached," she murmured. "And if you don't want to then there's nothing I can do to pay you back."

He cupped her face in his hand, tipping it up so that she had to look at him, searching her eyes for some semblance of understanding when he finally said. "I gave it to you because I care about you. I don't need anything else, I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything you don't want to. It's just a gift, something I thought you'd like. Please don't feel like we have to-." He cut off as he heard Thor stomping towards his bedroom, gaze lifting to the door as though he could see through it and try and gauge where his brother was. Half a moment, then another door closed, shutting Thor up in his room. Loki made to continue with what he was saying, this time voice hushed, but Nat cut him off with her lips on his. If he'd gotten hot from the other kisses, this was a slow burn, the best kind that seeped into every inch of muscle, bone, and tissue of his body. Her lips were soft against his, unhurried and sweet, allowing him to hold her tight to his body without having to worry about scaring her off as he normally did. Instead she simply relaxed beneath him, held together by bone and pure will alone. Something wet fell against his cheeks, and when he pulled away he caught the tracks her tears had left before she hastily wiped them away.

"Thank you," she croaked, clearing her throat after. "Thank you, Loki. You have no idea what that means to me."

His next kiss promised her that he did.