only thing i own is the story. enjoy.
Warnings: This was written at 3 am, and logic doesn't exist at that hour, so watch out. Badly written smut-ish ahead!
Tony's mind was cleared by the time he finished his omelette, he and Loki decided to move to the couch, where they spent whatever was left of the night talking about inane things like, school, movies, favorite super heroes, you name it.
He was sure that he could listen to her talk until kingdom come, Tony found himself getting closer and closer to her, physically –he could feel the ghost of her breath on his cheek- and emotionally –never had he felt this for another person-, her voice soothing the crawling that had been constantly under his skin; It's been long since anyone's hold his attention for so long without him getting bored, or impatient for them to stop talking, she was just so smart and witty.
He laughed so hard when she told him the story about how she cut all of Sif's hair when they were little that he almost fell completely off the couch, if it hadn't been for the hand he had on her arm (when did that happen?) and her quick reflexes.
"Uh... thanks" he muttered regaining his balance, she responded with a smirk.
"I guess we should go to bed now" she said, and Tony couldn't help but to agree with that. She ruffled his hair and sighed a soft 'good night' before she leaned to kiss him on the cheek... or what would've been his cheek, had he not moved, letting her kiss fall on his lips.
Loki moved her head back quickly, apologizing for it, but it was too late, Tony wanted -neededmore.
Quickly, before she had time to get up and retreat back to Fandral's room, Tony put a hand behind her head and pulled her until her lips crashed with his own, she gasped and he took the chance to invade her mouth, his tongue frantic to taste all it could get. He felt a hand on his chest, not quite pushing and not quite pulling, but resting there as if weighing the two options, Tony really hoped for the later, his free hand went to lay atop it and laced his fingers with hers bunching his shirt when the decision was made and Loki pulled him closer and on top of her.
Tony was in heaven.
He kissed Loki once, twice, a hundred times, and she responded with equal gusto, the hand on his chest now trying to find its way under his shirt, and her other one on the back of his head and pulling his hair.
Tony's free hand was on her tight, rubbing it up and down getting closer to her hip and under her shorts with each stroke.
Both were panting and Tony felt her moving her legs to either side of him so he ended up nested in between them. Heaven.
She made a small noise that went straight to his groin and made him thrust up, making her know just how excited he was, Tony lifted his head, but barely an inch -if that-, for he couldn't imagine being further away from her.
They stared at each other, their breaths mingling together in the diminutive space between them.
Without breaking eye contact, he thrusted up against her again, and one of his hands traveled under her shirt (that's Fandral's shirt, douchebag) and found -much to his delight- that she wasn't wearing a bra, he caressed her breast and kept rubbing against her, while his other hand went to the waistband of her shorts (they're boxers, and they're Fandral's, asshole), hooking a finger on it and pulling them down to the middle of her tights.
Loki was the first one to break eye contact when she closed her eyes and threw her head back on the armrest of the couch, sighing raggedly as she felt one of his fingers touching the soft flesh between her legs, she swallowed hard, lifting her head to look at him intensely before opening her legs as far as the boxers would let her, a moan escaped her mouth when that finger went further inside of her and she pulled on Tony's hair to drag him down and kiss him.
Tony was going to hell.
They kissed again, swallowing each other moans and he moved his finger inside her until he was able to fit another one, and then another one, she was amazing, she was all he had ever wanted, she was- (Fandral's girlfriend, you dick); he entered her slowly, savoring every inch, every second, every moan, every sigh, everything, he was savoring everything, because Loki was everything, she was perfect. And now she was his.
Tony had been in heaven.
Tony made love to an angel.
Tony was going to hell.
Tony woke up.