Making Love, bonus chapter!
She almost didn't recognize the room when she first stepped into it. Rose petals had been strewn across the floor leading up to the newly turned down dark red sheets, candles had been lit and were set around the room so that it was just illuminated enough to see where she was walking. A bottle of champagne on ice had been set on a tray beside the bed, two flutes already beside it, waiting to be used. Was that rose she smelled in the air as well? She couldn't help the smile that found its way on her face as she recognized the tune playing in the background, too, a soft one they'd danced to the first time they went to Paris together (well, he'd followed her there and snuck into the party she was supposed to be infiltrating. Needless to say she'd been quick and thorough with her victim so she could get back to Loki.)
"I thought I might surprise you." The voice came from behind her, soothing her ragged nerves as she turned to see Loki, dressed down for a chance, watching her with soft eyes from the corner of the room.
"I never thought you to be the sentimental type," she answered, letting him take her hand and kiss the back of it before he stepped close enough to kiss her lips. She parted them without hesitation, letting him in and closing her eyes, arms wrapping around his neck to mold her body to his. The soft shutting of the door behind her faintly registered in her mind before she felt herself being lifted, heels left on the ground bless him, and carried over to the bed. Slowly he set her down on the soft mattress, fingers gentle and slow as they peeled her dress pants off, inching them slowly down her legs until they fell to the floor, her blouse and tank top following shortly after. Dressed only in her lingerie and looking as confident as though she had on full body armor, Loki had never found her more sexy and beautiful than he had right then, her brilliant blue eyes staring up at him, filled with-dare he say it?-love. His fingers trembled as he undid the buttons of his dress shirt, eventually giving up and magicking both that and the pair of slacks he'd had on away until he was nude in front of her. One of her hands reached up to stroke his cock, wrapping around the base and quickly beginning to pump, but he shook his head and pulled her hand away.
"I would like to go slow tonight," he murmured. "Would you . . . can I make love to you?"
He looked so honestly terrified she'd say no that she had to keep herself from letting out a quick laugh in surprise. She allowed her lips to pull away from her teeth in a wide smile as she nodded, letting him lay her once more on her back as he kissed his way down her body, starting at her collar. She felt the fire begin to pool behind her navel, felt the color in her cheeks rise the same way he could smell her arousal staining the air around them the nearer to her lower torso he got. He smiled and nipped gently at the hip bone, watched as she bit back a giggle from the attention to the secret weak spot, and continued his way down to her knees, grinning once more as she twitched when his lips skimmed the backs.
"So many ticklish spots. How have I not extorted them?"
"Because I'll cut off your favorite appendage," she threatened, though the words held no weight and they both knew it. No matter, he was chuckling and moving his way back up until his lips found hers. His fingers deftly slid her panties off, throwing them with the rest of her clothing and reverently he removed her bra in the same fashion, worshipping her body as though she were the goddess and he the mortal. She was long overdue for this attention, he knew, and it made him all the more determined to be perfect in giving her what she deserved.
He slid into her without issue, their moans quiet and different than ever before, unhurried and sweet. Her breath was warm on his neck as she rose to kiss him, shifting her body with every slow thrust of his hips, meeting him measure for measure as he worked her body from the very bottom to the peak of pleasure. One of her hands carded through his hair, holding him to her even as they broke away and panted, eyes closed and minds reeling from their closeness. It had been decades since Natasha had felt even remotely like this, even longer for Loki, and the shared intimacy of their coupling only made their hearts swell affection go as he made good on his promise to go slow.
"I love you so much," Natasha whispered into his ear as he began to pick up the pace, unable to help himself. She, too, was nearing her orgasm, the combination of love and pleasure too much for her body to bear, let alone her heart. It felt fit to break through her ribs as it was. "So much, Loki. I want to be with you forever." She couldn't believe the words coming from her lips, but knew them to be truer than any she'd ever spoken. It should've terrified her. Spies weren't supposed to tell the truth, let alone give their heart away. But as she looked up at him, saw the surprised and mingled amazement in his eyes, saw her own love reflected back in his eyes, she couldn't help but grin and let go. Finally, finally let go of everything-all the baggage, all the extra weight she carried on her shoulders. It melted away until it was simply she and Loki, their bodies moving in a perfect rhythm, fingers lacing with one another, lips and hearts melding as they chased eternity in one another's arms. He returned the sentiments when they broke away, promising her the nine realms and everything else she ever wanted, his breath coming in faster spurts, warm and pleasant against her skin. Their eyes met and she found release not moments later, coming apart in his embrace, pressing herself as close to him as possible, as though everything she'd ever searched for could be found there. He followed not long after, forehead pressed against hers, her name on his lips as he groaned with his release, body tensing and then falling slack almost immediately. Natasha found that she was crying, but rather than call more attention to it than necessary Loki simply kissed his way up her cheeks so when their lips met once more he tasted of salt and musk and Loki. It was so perfect it hurt. After one more whispered "I love you," he pulled her slowly into his arms, keeping her tight to him. She never wanted to be anywhere else.
A/N: I couldn't help myself, I had to add a bonus chapter; you guys have been too awesome and perfect not to. That, and I've never written these two as being super cutesy and romantic and I just had to write it =] Hope you liked, and again thank you so, so much for all the support and everything!