"And Then You" 5/6
Title: “And Then You”
Author: Lena
For: skadi/europa_kore
Fandom: Marvel
Warnings: Sexual Relations, Some Foul Language
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: Marvel is god, I'm just a lowly worshiper, blah, blah, blah.
Summary: Darcy is driving in New Mexico when she nearly hits Loki, who has just fallen off the bifrost. Despite every self preserving instinct in her, she takes him to her home to patch him up.
Beta'd By: Just Me
Chapter Five:
When Darcy first felt the rays of the sun peeking into her eyes, she groaned, rolling over on the bed and putting a pillow over her head. She felt horrid and hung over. She should have stopped after the second drink last night, and definitely shouldn’t have stolen Loki’s.
She groaned again when she thought about Loki. God, she had practically sexually assaulted him last night, hadn’t she? That was embarrassing. It wasn’t the first time she had gotten drunk and thrown herself at a guy, but it was likely the first time that they had refused. It wasn’t just that he simply didn’t want her. He kissed her back, and she could feel him at least physically enjoying it. She couldn’t quite remember what he had said when he finally pushed her off. Something about it wouldn’t be right.
She’d love to hide away in her bedroom all day, but she eventually needed at least to get some water. She got dressed, taking a moment to wipe off the remnants of her makeup from the night before. She peeked out the door, wondering if Loki was even around, only to see him just coming back inside the door with bags in his hands. “Hey,” she said, still mostly only peeking her head out of the door. “Please tell me that’s food.”
He nodded, smiling at her. “It is. I got it from the diner that you seem to like to frequent,” he told her. “I’m not exactly much of a cook, and I did not think that you would be up to making breakfast, either.”
She shook her head, moving out of the room finally. “Definitely not up to cooking,” she said, taking one of the bags so that she could look into it. “Where’d you get the money for this?”
“I might have borrowed it from your wallet,” he admitted to her, setting the other bag on her kitchen table. “Is your middle name really Eugenia?”
She picked up a pillow from her sofa and threw it at Loki, but he easily ducked it. “Bad Loki! We don’t go into people purses, and we especially don’t look at their driver’s licenses and look at their awful middle names that they got from their fathers!” Her mother had thought it would be sweet to name her after her father, Eugene, but she’d always hated it.
“It was either go in your purse for money or you’d have to deal with me trying to make food,” Loki reminded her.
“Is it sad that I’m far more bothered by the fact that you know my middle name then you went in my purse for money?” Darcy asked him with a laugh.
“That is highly likely,” Loki remarked. She made a face at him and made to throw another pillow at him. “If you throw that, I’m going to eat all the pancakes I bought.”
She glared at him, putting the pillow down. “Fine, I won’t throw anything at you until after we’re done with breakfast,” she said with a grin.
Soon, Loki was pulling the food out of the bags and spreading it over the table. He had basically gotten one of the giant breakfast platter, including pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sausage. She went and grabbed them plates, and soon they were putting together breakfast for the both of them.
After they settled in, Loki started to speak again. “How much exactly do you remember of last night?” he asked her.
Darcy couldn’t help the blush from creeping across her face. “Ah, most of it, honestly,” she admitted to him. “I remember totally throwing myself at you...and then I remember you actually being a gentleman about it.”
“It was the right thing to do, Darcy,” Loki explained quickly, although she could see some red creeping into his cheeks as well.
“Yeah well, not everyone would agree with you,” she said with a shrug. Drunken hook ups were kind of a rite of passage in college. She didn’t necessarily see them as a bad thing or a good thing. Just something that went on in college.
“So, this happens a lot here?” he asked, seemingly now wanting to know.
“Well...it’s kind of a thing in college, you know, that thing we lied about you attending with me? People drink a lot and then sometimes hook up with one another,” she explained. She was trying to explain this in a delicate way, but, by the way that he was still blushing, Darcy doubted that she was doing that very well. “I mean, most men here would be perfectly happy to have a good time with me and then disappear in the morning. It’s just a thing here.” She sighed. “It would take a guy from another planet to actually be a decent human being, and you even tried to kill everyone in this town. What does that say for all the other guys that I’ve met? You’d be like, the perfect guy if I could just tell other people who you actually are!”
It was the way that he was looking at her that made her realize that she said the last part aloud. She couldn’t even describe how he was even looking at her right now. Blushing heavily, she jumped up from her seat and bolted to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Darcy admittedly hadn’t even realized just how much she was attracted to Loki, at least physically. She had been willing to chalk up last night to having way too much to drink, but apparently it had just lowered her inhibitions enough to act on latent desires. It didn’t help at all that, when he wasn’t all pissed off about something, he could actually be a pretty decent guy as well. He seemed a lot more chivalrous than many of the guys she had ever met before.
She sincerely thought that all of this was going to drive her insane. Something was wrong with this. She shouldn't be feeling this way about Loki. He was still the crazy semi-genocidal guy who had tried to level the town she lived in! Did it make him exceptionally good that he still tended to shine through all of that or did it make the guys on Earth exceptionally bad? Darcy honestly had no clue.
Whatever it was, what Darcy really hoped for was that she would one day learn to shut her damn mouth! Although right now, being able to sink into the floor and never exist again would work. Non existence would be wonderful.
Before she could figure out the key to non existence, there was a knock on her door. The only person that it could be was Loki, and that was confirmed when she heard his voice. "Darcy? Can we talk please?" she heard him say. Darcy wondered if she could run away through the window, but she had a distinct feeling that Loki would just be on the other side of the window if she tried that. She really needed to be an adult and just talk to him. Being an adult sucked hard.
"Give me a sec," she said through the door, taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself down. Finally, she opened the door, looking up at his concerned face.
"Why did you run away like that?" he asked her.
She sighed, biting down on her bottom lip. "I did the word vomit thing," she told him. "Sometimes, I say stuff that really should only stick around in my head and not out in the open." She looked down at the floor, hoping that her hair covered up the almost painful blush that was covering her cheeks at the moment.
"Was it true?" Loki asked her, catching her by surprise.
"Uh...which part?" she asked him, keeping her eyes on the ground. God it was way too hard to look him in the eye right now.
"All of it," he explained, "but especially the part about the men you know spending the night with you and disappearing as soon as the sun rises."
"Well, yeah, that's definitely true," she said quickly. "I've never really been known for my good luck in dating, you know." Actually, Darcy had some painfully bad luck that made her go way past Jane's dry spell.
Before she could protest or move away, he stepped forward, coming into her bedroom. He reached down, brushing the hair out of her face and tilting her head up, making her look up at him. "How stupid are the boys of this realm that they would abandon a sweet, caring, and beautiful woman such as you?" he asked, smiling at her.
God, if she blushed any more, she was going to spontaneously combust! "You've got to be talking about someone else, because I don't even know anyone like that," she said quickly.
"You are the one who picked up a stranger off the road who fell from the sky and still helped him when you discovered just who I was," Loki reminded her.
"Yeah well, everyone deserves to have someone helping them," she told him. He nodded, dipping his head down and pressing his lips against hers.
Darcy whimpered, as she hadn't expected this to happen at all. She had just kind of humiliated herself in front of him, but now she's got Loki pressed up against her, kissing her, and she felt his arms wrapping around her body. She let out another whimper, reaching up and digging her fingers into his shirt. As the kiss deepened, her whimpers started to turn into moans, and she managed to stop digging her fingers into his shirt and move her hands so that she had her arms wrapped around his neck. The only thing that was really keeping her standing at this point was Loki and only Loki. Without him, she was pretty sure that she would sink to the ground in a puddle of goo.
It was nothing short of a miracle that Darcy hadn't already turned around and shoved Loki down on her bed and just completely had her way with him. One thing that was holding her back is that she's wondering if things are going too fast, even as she was grazing her teeth over his bottom lip.
Just as her resolve was breaking and she was ready to throw him on the bed and ravish him, he broke the kiss, stopping as if he were thinking about something. When she was about to ask what was wrong, he pressed a finger to her lips, and damn if she didn't want to take that finger into her mouth and suck on it.
"Someone's at your door," he said to her. When she was about to ask him how he knew about that, she hears a knocking and can hear Jane's voice calling out on the other side.
"Oh my god," she grumbled, leaning her head against his chest for a moment. "Jane really does have piss poor timing."
Darcy actually thought about not answering the door. She thought that maybe if she pretended to be sleeping off a hangover, she could get away with it. However, she knew that would just freak out Jane and Erik and they'd go nuts with trying to get in contact with her, so that really wasn't a possibility. Finally, she called out to the door that she'd be there in a minute, forcing herself to pull away from Loki when all she really wanted to do was lock herself in the bedroom with him. That actually sounded like a fantastic plan to her.
She trudged up to the front door, opening it up to see both Erik and Jane behind it. "Can I help you guys?" she asked after staring at them for a moment.
"Well, we wanted to come over and check on both of you after last night," Jane explained. "You got pretty wasted."
Darcy rolled her eyes. "I'm fine guys. Jeremy's been a real peach and went and got me some breakfast," she explained. She wanted to snap at them that they were now preventing her from getting laid, but that just sounded like a terrible idea to say. "We're both doing pretty good."
"We just wanted to make sure," Erik said, seemingly trying to peak over her shoulder. All that he would likely see was the half finished breakfast on her table.
"Awesome. Thanks guys," Darcy said quickly. "You mind if I go crash again? Even with breakfast, I'm still dying to go crash again." Well, it wasn't a total lie. She did want to go and get in a bed. She just wasn't mentioning that she was going to be joined in that bed by someone and she wouldn't be doing a whole lot of sleeping.
They both nodded and, after saying goodbyes, she shut the door again. Before she could turn around and go find Loki, she felt arms circling her waist and firm lips pressed up against her neck. "Are they gone now?" he asked.
"Yeah, they're gone," she said, sighing softly as she felt teeth scraping across her neck. She started twisting, moving around so that she could turn and look at him. "We're good now," she said, pulling him down and bring his lips to hers for another kiss. His arms tightened around her back, and, before she even realized it, she could feel the back of her calves hitting the edge of her bed. She had no idea if he teleported them there or if she was just so lost in the kiss that she couldn't pay attention to what was going on around her, but she's more than happy to be there again.
Sinking down onto the bed, she pulled him down with her, gripping his shirt and tugging it off as she did so. Before he can say anything, she pressed her mouth against his chest, moving her mouth down it in a series of kisses. She's glad that the bruises have healed on him, so that now all she can see is his alabaster skin and his tight muscles. She can't help herself from running her tongue over the muscles over his hips. She always did love it when a guy had those. His hips bucked under her when she did that, and she made a mental note that it seemed to be a sensitive spot.
She was feeling a little too impatient to focus on anything like that, though. She unbuttoned the jeans that he had on, and they happened to be a button fly pair and she couldn't help but think of this as unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. When she had them undone, she tugged them off, managing to get them down to his ankles before she lost patience again and left them there, moving back up and grabbing his cock, smiling as she heard him moan as soon as she touched it. Looked like she wasn't the only one eager for this.
She wrapped her hand fully around his cock and started to move it up and down, pumping it to make sure that he was fully hard (although that wasn't tough to do at all) before dropping her head down to his lap, dragging her tongue over the head of his cock. His hip arched up and she couldn't help but let out a giggle, enjoying seeing how easy it was to make him come undone like this. She ran her tongue up his shaft before taking him into her mouth, groaning loudly herself as she felt herself getting wetter. She had a bit of an oral fixation herself, so giving head was one of her favorite things to do.
Even as she was enjoying herself, moving her head up and down his cock as she sucked him off, she heard him trying to say her name, to catch her attention. He finally made her stop, sitting up slightly and pushing her up. Before she could whine and make him let her finish, he rolled them over, managing to finish kicking off his jeans in the process. He started pulling off her clothes, kicking her glasses askew when he pulled her shirt over her head. She was glad that she had worn a bra with a hook in the front, because he had it opened quickly and his mouth was against her breasts, pressing sloppy kisses against them. He sucked one of her nipples into her mouth, and she lost the ability for coherent speech, babbling incoherently as tongue and teeth moved over her nipple, arching up against him.
She can feel him unzipping her jeans as he's busy with her breasts. His hand then slid into her jeans, past her underwear, and suddenly one of his fingers is rubbing across her clit and she's seeing stars in her eyes. All of the light teasing he's doing down there was driving her absolutely mad, and she was about to tell him so when he stopped, reaching for the waistband of her jeans and dragging them down along with her underwear.
Soon her jeans are off and tossed away, and he was pushing her legs apart, kissing down her stomach before he ran his tongue down her mound and dipped it just inside her slit. She let out a high pitched cry when she felt his tongue inside of her. She let out a litany of swears when his tongue started to move inside of her, either flicking over her clit or thrusting in and out of her. As fantastic as he was at this, it was still teasing compared to what she really wanted.
She grabbed him by his hair, tugging on him until he moved up to her face. She kissed him, not minding the taste of herself on his lips. "Loki," she gasped. "Please just fuck me already."
"Well," he said with a laugh, moving slightly and she can feel his cock pressing against her entrance, "since you asked so nicely..." He pushed himself inside of her and he slid in. She groaned loudly as he pushed himself in up to his hips, her hands moving around his back as she held onto him.
As he started to move, she held on, her hips moving up to meet his as she slowly moved in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his ass as she urged him on, just somehow wanting all of him to be a part of her right now. He felt so good inside of her that she wondered if she'd ever really get enough.
Eventually, him slowly fucking her and the feeling of his chest moving against hers was just too much for her, and she screamed out his name as she came, tightening up all around him. She felt him shudder on top of her and, moaning out her name, he exploded inside of her as well.
She held onto him, dragging her nails down his back, feeling more sexually sated than she ever had before in her life. After a few minutes, he moved off her, lying down beside her and pulling her closer. She laid her head on his chest, shutting her eyes as she felt him tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
The two of them dozed for ten or twenty minutes, but eventually she knew that she was going to have to ruin the moment, at least a little bit. Opening her eyes, she turned her head up toward his, realizing that he had been staring down at her. "I think we need to tell the others who you really are," she said to him.
He frowned, but he didn't pull away from her, so she considered that a good thing. "I could just keep pretending to be your friend from school," he said to her.
"Trying to take the easy way out just usually ends up blowing up in your face," she explained to him. "Something is going to give us away eventually, you know." She was relieved when he nodded. "Besides, really not fair to lie to everyone, especially if what we did is going to end up happening again." God she hoped that it happened again.
He smiled at her. "I do want it to happen again," he said to her, moving down and kissing her again. That was a good way to make her forget about what she was talking about, but he broke it off before they got too carried away. "It would be quite easy to just step into this 'Jeremy' friend from college and just be him," he admitted, pressing his lips to her temple. "You're right, though. It is likely to lead to some sort of complication."
"Well, it's usually the complicated stuff that's worth dealing with," Darcy told him, wrapping her arm around his waist. "It's going to be OK. You just got to trust me on this."
Author: Lena
For: skadi/europa_kore
Fandom: Marvel
Warnings: Sexual Relations, Some Foul Language
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: Marvel is god, I'm just a lowly worshiper, blah, blah, blah.
Summary: Darcy is driving in New Mexico when she nearly hits Loki, who has just fallen off the bifrost. Despite every self preserving instinct in her, she takes him to her home to patch him up.
Beta'd By: Just Me
Chapter Five:
When Darcy first felt the rays of the sun peeking into her eyes, she groaned, rolling over on the bed and putting a pillow over her head. She felt horrid and hung over. She should have stopped after the second drink last night, and definitely shouldn’t have stolen Loki’s.
She groaned again when she thought about Loki. God, she had practically sexually assaulted him last night, hadn’t she? That was embarrassing. It wasn’t the first time she had gotten drunk and thrown herself at a guy, but it was likely the first time that they had refused. It wasn’t just that he simply didn’t want her. He kissed her back, and she could feel him at least physically enjoying it. She couldn’t quite remember what he had said when he finally pushed her off. Something about it wouldn’t be right.
She’d love to hide away in her bedroom all day, but she eventually needed at least to get some water. She got dressed, taking a moment to wipe off the remnants of her makeup from the night before. She peeked out the door, wondering if Loki was even around, only to see him just coming back inside the door with bags in his hands. “Hey,” she said, still mostly only peeking her head out of the door. “Please tell me that’s food.”
He nodded, smiling at her. “It is. I got it from the diner that you seem to like to frequent,” he told her. “I’m not exactly much of a cook, and I did not think that you would be up to making breakfast, either.”
She shook her head, moving out of the room finally. “Definitely not up to cooking,” she said, taking one of the bags so that she could look into it. “Where’d you get the money for this?”
“I might have borrowed it from your wallet,” he admitted to her, setting the other bag on her kitchen table. “Is your middle name really Eugenia?”
She picked up a pillow from her sofa and threw it at Loki, but he easily ducked it. “Bad Loki! We don’t go into people purses, and we especially don’t look at their driver’s licenses and look at their awful middle names that they got from their fathers!” Her mother had thought it would be sweet to name her after her father, Eugene, but she’d always hated it.
“It was either go in your purse for money or you’d have to deal with me trying to make food,” Loki reminded her.
“Is it sad that I’m far more bothered by the fact that you know my middle name then you went in my purse for money?” Darcy asked him with a laugh.
“That is highly likely,” Loki remarked. She made a face at him and made to throw another pillow at him. “If you throw that, I’m going to eat all the pancakes I bought.”
She glared at him, putting the pillow down. “Fine, I won’t throw anything at you until after we’re done with breakfast,” she said with a grin.
Soon, Loki was pulling the food out of the bags and spreading it over the table. He had basically gotten one of the giant breakfast platter, including pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sausage. She went and grabbed them plates, and soon they were putting together breakfast for the both of them.
After they settled in, Loki started to speak again. “How much exactly do you remember of last night?” he asked her.
Darcy couldn’t help the blush from creeping across her face. “Ah, most of it, honestly,” she admitted to him. “I remember totally throwing myself at you...and then I remember you actually being a gentleman about it.”
“It was the right thing to do, Darcy,” Loki explained quickly, although she could see some red creeping into his cheeks as well.
“Yeah well, not everyone would agree with you,” she said with a shrug. Drunken hook ups were kind of a rite of passage in college. She didn’t necessarily see them as a bad thing or a good thing. Just something that went on in college.
“So, this happens a lot here?” he asked, seemingly now wanting to know.
“Well...it’s kind of a thing in college, you know, that thing we lied about you attending with me? People drink a lot and then sometimes hook up with one another,” she explained. She was trying to explain this in a delicate way, but, by the way that he was still blushing, Darcy doubted that she was doing that very well. “I mean, most men here would be perfectly happy to have a good time with me and then disappear in the morning. It’s just a thing here.” She sighed. “It would take a guy from another planet to actually be a decent human being, and you even tried to kill everyone in this town. What does that say for all the other guys that I’ve met? You’d be like, the perfect guy if I could just tell other people who you actually are!”
It was the way that he was looking at her that made her realize that she said the last part aloud. She couldn’t even describe how he was even looking at her right now. Blushing heavily, she jumped up from her seat and bolted to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Darcy admittedly hadn’t even realized just how much she was attracted to Loki, at least physically. She had been willing to chalk up last night to having way too much to drink, but apparently it had just lowered her inhibitions enough to act on latent desires. It didn’t help at all that, when he wasn’t all pissed off about something, he could actually be a pretty decent guy as well. He seemed a lot more chivalrous than many of the guys she had ever met before.
She sincerely thought that all of this was going to drive her insane. Something was wrong with this. She shouldn't be feeling this way about Loki. He was still the crazy semi-genocidal guy who had tried to level the town she lived in! Did it make him exceptionally good that he still tended to shine through all of that or did it make the guys on Earth exceptionally bad? Darcy honestly had no clue.
Whatever it was, what Darcy really hoped for was that she would one day learn to shut her damn mouth! Although right now, being able to sink into the floor and never exist again would work. Non existence would be wonderful.
Before she could figure out the key to non existence, there was a knock on her door. The only person that it could be was Loki, and that was confirmed when she heard his voice. "Darcy? Can we talk please?" she heard him say. Darcy wondered if she could run away through the window, but she had a distinct feeling that Loki would just be on the other side of the window if she tried that. She really needed to be an adult and just talk to him. Being an adult sucked hard.
"Give me a sec," she said through the door, taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself down. Finally, she opened the door, looking up at his concerned face.
"Why did you run away like that?" he asked her.
She sighed, biting down on her bottom lip. "I did the word vomit thing," she told him. "Sometimes, I say stuff that really should only stick around in my head and not out in the open." She looked down at the floor, hoping that her hair covered up the almost painful blush that was covering her cheeks at the moment.
"Was it true?" Loki asked her, catching her by surprise.
"Uh...which part?" she asked him, keeping her eyes on the ground. God it was way too hard to look him in the eye right now.
"All of it," he explained, "but especially the part about the men you know spending the night with you and disappearing as soon as the sun rises."
"Well, yeah, that's definitely true," she said quickly. "I've never really been known for my good luck in dating, you know." Actually, Darcy had some painfully bad luck that made her go way past Jane's dry spell.
Before she could protest or move away, he stepped forward, coming into her bedroom. He reached down, brushing the hair out of her face and tilting her head up, making her look up at him. "How stupid are the boys of this realm that they would abandon a sweet, caring, and beautiful woman such as you?" he asked, smiling at her.
God, if she blushed any more, she was going to spontaneously combust! "You've got to be talking about someone else, because I don't even know anyone like that," she said quickly.
"You are the one who picked up a stranger off the road who fell from the sky and still helped him when you discovered just who I was," Loki reminded her.
"Yeah well, everyone deserves to have someone helping them," she told him. He nodded, dipping his head down and pressing his lips against hers.
Darcy whimpered, as she hadn't expected this to happen at all. She had just kind of humiliated herself in front of him, but now she's got Loki pressed up against her, kissing her, and she felt his arms wrapping around her body. She let out another whimper, reaching up and digging her fingers into his shirt. As the kiss deepened, her whimpers started to turn into moans, and she managed to stop digging her fingers into his shirt and move her hands so that she had her arms wrapped around his neck. The only thing that was really keeping her standing at this point was Loki and only Loki. Without him, she was pretty sure that she would sink to the ground in a puddle of goo.
It was nothing short of a miracle that Darcy hadn't already turned around and shoved Loki down on her bed and just completely had her way with him. One thing that was holding her back is that she's wondering if things are going too fast, even as she was grazing her teeth over his bottom lip.
Just as her resolve was breaking and she was ready to throw him on the bed and ravish him, he broke the kiss, stopping as if he were thinking about something. When she was about to ask what was wrong, he pressed a finger to her lips, and damn if she didn't want to take that finger into her mouth and suck on it.
"Someone's at your door," he said to her. When she was about to ask him how he knew about that, she hears a knocking and can hear Jane's voice calling out on the other side.
"Oh my god," she grumbled, leaning her head against his chest for a moment. "Jane really does have piss poor timing."
Darcy actually thought about not answering the door. She thought that maybe if she pretended to be sleeping off a hangover, she could get away with it. However, she knew that would just freak out Jane and Erik and they'd go nuts with trying to get in contact with her, so that really wasn't a possibility. Finally, she called out to the door that she'd be there in a minute, forcing herself to pull away from Loki when all she really wanted to do was lock herself in the bedroom with him. That actually sounded like a fantastic plan to her.
She trudged up to the front door, opening it up to see both Erik and Jane behind it. "Can I help you guys?" she asked after staring at them for a moment.
"Well, we wanted to come over and check on both of you after last night," Jane explained. "You got pretty wasted."
Darcy rolled her eyes. "I'm fine guys. Jeremy's been a real peach and went and got me some breakfast," she explained. She wanted to snap at them that they were now preventing her from getting laid, but that just sounded like a terrible idea to say. "We're both doing pretty good."
"We just wanted to make sure," Erik said, seemingly trying to peak over her shoulder. All that he would likely see was the half finished breakfast on her table.
"Awesome. Thanks guys," Darcy said quickly. "You mind if I go crash again? Even with breakfast, I'm still dying to go crash again." Well, it wasn't a total lie. She did want to go and get in a bed. She just wasn't mentioning that she was going to be joined in that bed by someone and she wouldn't be doing a whole lot of sleeping.
They both nodded and, after saying goodbyes, she shut the door again. Before she could turn around and go find Loki, she felt arms circling her waist and firm lips pressed up against her neck. "Are they gone now?" he asked.
"Yeah, they're gone," she said, sighing softly as she felt teeth scraping across her neck. She started twisting, moving around so that she could turn and look at him. "We're good now," she said, pulling him down and bring his lips to hers for another kiss. His arms tightened around her back, and, before she even realized it, she could feel the back of her calves hitting the edge of her bed. She had no idea if he teleported them there or if she was just so lost in the kiss that she couldn't pay attention to what was going on around her, but she's more than happy to be there again.
Sinking down onto the bed, she pulled him down with her, gripping his shirt and tugging it off as she did so. Before he can say anything, she pressed her mouth against his chest, moving her mouth down it in a series of kisses. She's glad that the bruises have healed on him, so that now all she can see is his alabaster skin and his tight muscles. She can't help herself from running her tongue over the muscles over his hips. She always did love it when a guy had those. His hips bucked under her when she did that, and she made a mental note that it seemed to be a sensitive spot.
She was feeling a little too impatient to focus on anything like that, though. She unbuttoned the jeans that he had on, and they happened to be a button fly pair and she couldn't help but think of this as unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. When she had them undone, she tugged them off, managing to get them down to his ankles before she lost patience again and left them there, moving back up and grabbing his cock, smiling as she heard him moan as soon as she touched it. Looked like she wasn't the only one eager for this.
She wrapped her hand fully around his cock and started to move it up and down, pumping it to make sure that he was fully hard (although that wasn't tough to do at all) before dropping her head down to his lap, dragging her tongue over the head of his cock. His hip arched up and she couldn't help but let out a giggle, enjoying seeing how easy it was to make him come undone like this. She ran her tongue up his shaft before taking him into her mouth, groaning loudly herself as she felt herself getting wetter. She had a bit of an oral fixation herself, so giving head was one of her favorite things to do.
Even as she was enjoying herself, moving her head up and down his cock as she sucked him off, she heard him trying to say her name, to catch her attention. He finally made her stop, sitting up slightly and pushing her up. Before she could whine and make him let her finish, he rolled them over, managing to finish kicking off his jeans in the process. He started pulling off her clothes, kicking her glasses askew when he pulled her shirt over her head. She was glad that she had worn a bra with a hook in the front, because he had it opened quickly and his mouth was against her breasts, pressing sloppy kisses against them. He sucked one of her nipples into her mouth, and she lost the ability for coherent speech, babbling incoherently as tongue and teeth moved over her nipple, arching up against him.
She can feel him unzipping her jeans as he's busy with her breasts. His hand then slid into her jeans, past her underwear, and suddenly one of his fingers is rubbing across her clit and she's seeing stars in her eyes. All of the light teasing he's doing down there was driving her absolutely mad, and she was about to tell him so when he stopped, reaching for the waistband of her jeans and dragging them down along with her underwear.
Soon her jeans are off and tossed away, and he was pushing her legs apart, kissing down her stomach before he ran his tongue down her mound and dipped it just inside her slit. She let out a high pitched cry when she felt his tongue inside of her. She let out a litany of swears when his tongue started to move inside of her, either flicking over her clit or thrusting in and out of her. As fantastic as he was at this, it was still teasing compared to what she really wanted.
She grabbed him by his hair, tugging on him until he moved up to her face. She kissed him, not minding the taste of herself on his lips. "Loki," she gasped. "Please just fuck me already."
"Well," he said with a laugh, moving slightly and she can feel his cock pressing against her entrance, "since you asked so nicely..." He pushed himself inside of her and he slid in. She groaned loudly as he pushed himself in up to his hips, her hands moving around his back as she held onto him.
As he started to move, she held on, her hips moving up to meet his as she slowly moved in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his ass as she urged him on, just somehow wanting all of him to be a part of her right now. He felt so good inside of her that she wondered if she'd ever really get enough.
Eventually, him slowly fucking her and the feeling of his chest moving against hers was just too much for her, and she screamed out his name as she came, tightening up all around him. She felt him shudder on top of her and, moaning out her name, he exploded inside of her as well.
She held onto him, dragging her nails down his back, feeling more sexually sated than she ever had before in her life. After a few minutes, he moved off her, lying down beside her and pulling her closer. She laid her head on his chest, shutting her eyes as she felt him tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
The two of them dozed for ten or twenty minutes, but eventually she knew that she was going to have to ruin the moment, at least a little bit. Opening her eyes, she turned her head up toward his, realizing that he had been staring down at her. "I think we need to tell the others who you really are," she said to him.
He frowned, but he didn't pull away from her, so she considered that a good thing. "I could just keep pretending to be your friend from school," he said to her.
"Trying to take the easy way out just usually ends up blowing up in your face," she explained to him. "Something is going to give us away eventually, you know." She was relieved when he nodded. "Besides, really not fair to lie to everyone, especially if what we did is going to end up happening again." God she hoped that it happened again.
He smiled at her. "I do want it to happen again," he said to her, moving down and kissing her again. That was a good way to make her forget about what she was talking about, but he broke it off before they got too carried away. "It would be quite easy to just step into this 'Jeremy' friend from college and just be him," he admitted, pressing his lips to her temple. "You're right, though. It is likely to lead to some sort of complication."
"Well, it's usually the complicated stuff that's worth dealing with," Darcy told him, wrapping her arm around his waist. "It's going to be OK. You just got to trust me on this."