Getting caught having sex

They'd not told anyone that they were going out on a date, simply disappearing from Natasha's room one evening and reappearing in the alley just outside a restaurant Natasha had once suggested they go to. She smiled when she recognized the name of it, squeezing his hand gently. "You remembered?"

"It has been known to happen," he teased with a smile before leading her inside. To his delight they were seated instantly, without so much as having to use magic, and the waiter was quick and efficient at taking their order, allowing Loki ample time to stare over at the beautiful woman in front of him. She'd rebuked him for so long, ignored his advances and his demands-requests-pleas for her to go out with him until finally: "I'm hungry. Take me out."

And seeing as she'd been wearing the exquisite black number, as if she'd been poured into it, how the hell was he supposed to say no? It didn't help that in the back of his mind all he could think of was the way they'd twisted in bed the night before, because while she might not have wanted to go out together she certainly had no objections to coupling. Every night.

He pushed these memories to the back of his mind, unable to hide the glint from his eyes. Natasha caught it, smirking as she tipped the glass of her red wine up to breathe in the bouquet. "Someone's got dirty on their mind," she murmured after she'd taken a slow sip of her merlot.

"I always have dirty on my mind, and with a dress like that can you expect anything else?"

"Oh you like this?" She asked, looking down at the strapless, sweetheart neckline tracing her ample bosom.

"I think I'd like it far better on the floor, and you bent over my bed-."

"Loki," she admonished with a half serious look. "Save that for later."

How the hell was he supposed to focus on his lobster when she winked at him like that? He forced himself to breathe deep and ate as much as he could muster, though her foot slowly sliding up his leg, finding his knee and finally upper thigh, was ridiculous. He closed his eyes for a quick moment before staring at her.

"Natasha. I will bend you over this table here and now if you don't cut that out." He warned. "And I'll make it look as though nothing is happening."

"No you won't, or you would've done it by now." Her lips spread wide over her teeth, showing her confidence as easily as he seemed to show her his heart. His emotions. Not heart. Very few were privy to that.

Her lips crashed against his, the skirt of her dress hiked up around her waist as Loki's finger smoothed over her sopping wet slit, pushing her panties to the side so he could press it into her. She whined and bit his throat, marking his pale skin and nearly drawing blood in the process from biting so hard. Her nails were a whole other matter, ripping open his jacket, then his button down, then his skin. He healed shortly after that, the blood caking under her nails as he moaned and threw her down on the bed. Her dress disappeared, reappearing hung up in his closet as she grinned up at him, licking her top lip slowly, to entice him. It worked, and half a minute later he had her legs around his waist, his cock sinking into her, her panties shredded and tossed to the side.

"God Tash-."

"Hey Loki I need some-WHAT THE HELL IS GOING-OH GOD I NEED BRAIN BLEACH!"

Tony was shouting by the end of it, turned away and cursing under his breath as Loki stilled, still buried in Nat, and snarled at the man to leave. Nat pulled a pillow over her abdomen, cheeks flushing. "You can't be serious," she muttered and pulled herself away from him and turned onto her stomach. This wasn't happening. Loki stood swiftly, a sheet covering Natasha and another wrapping and tying around his waist, as he grabbed Tony's shoulder.

"You speak of this to no one," he growled, tipping the man's chin upwards. Tony didn't seem to mind, though Loki couldn't help but notice the few sneak peeks the genius took downwards. Loki arched a brow, smirking.

"Looking for something, Mr. Stark?" He asked, brushing his bent fingers over Tony's cheek.

That seemed to snap Tony out of it, who shook his head quickly and muttered something about not saying a thing before he high-tailed it out.

Loki waited until he was gone before he locked the door, reinforcing it with magic. He breathed deep once more before the sheets covering himself and Nat disappeared. "Where were we my darling?"

A/N: Hope you didn't mind the blip of Tony/Loki near the end, I adore them together and couldn't help myself. Thanks so much for reading and for all the comments! You are all a bunch of sweeties who make this completely worthwhile