Coercion - Part 2 [Loki/Romanoff] NC-17
~ Oh my god. He *wants* me. ~ Natasha marvels, and keeps her eyes on Loki’s even as those cooler-than-average palms slide down her suspended arms to brush the sensitive skin just below her elbows. Fingertips dare to continue their journey down her flanks to the low dip of the dress, and that draws a surprised little sigh from her.
Christ, they’re both still fully dressed and he’s already being more attentive than any man she’s bedded before. Loki’s skin is cold, but the alien touch isn’t unpleasant. His fingertips trace runic patterns on her hips and her thigh shudders minutely in response.
“So soft, so warm…” Loki murmurs.
“Let me go, please…” she pleads again, suddenly aware of her rapidly failing composure.
“I shall, eventually, when I tire of seeing you like this.” Loki grins. “You may be here some time.”
Natasha’s hands clench into fists above her head, and she tosses her head to remove her hair from her eyes. Loki is staring at her again, ravenous hunger barely concealed by propriety.
Like he needs a signal. Like he needs permission or some schoolboy shit like that.
Well…it’s not like she’s able to get home on her own, and hey, it’s been a while since she indulged. Perhaps an Asgardian can handle her properly. Perhaps with a God she won’t have to hold anything back.
“Do you want me Loki?” she whispers, eyelashes low.
“More than I should.” Loki growls back.
“Unchain me. It’ll be worth your while if you do.”
“Agent Romanoff, I trust you no more than you trust me.”
Natasha’s eyes open and without a word’s warning she lunges forward and crushes her mouth to her captors. Loki makes a muffled noise of surprise but soon meets her embrace with vigor, crushing her to the wall and groaning long and loud as a slender thigh wraps around his own and tugs him closer.
“I don’t trust you at all, but damn you know what you’re doing. I’ll give you that.” Natasha breathes, head rolling back against the pillar as eager lips move along her jaw to her ear and down her neck a little.
“Too long since I’ve felt the warmth of a woman.” is breathed into her collar, and that’s when Natasha realizes this flowing robe has slits in it. Loki’s hand has just slipped right into it to touch her bare thigh and she gasps in genuine shock.
“So responsive…”
“Loki, please. Not like this. Not chained to a wall. I’m not a whore.”
Loki looks a little wounded when he draws back, and fixes Natasha with a rather calculating stare; like he’s trying to see her soul through her eyes. Whatever he was looking for he must have found, for moments later the lock on her arms opens and her arms are free.
Multiple options appear. Too easily could she punch him in the face, make a dart for his ribs and attempt to cripple him, or grab the lit candelabra beside her for a weapon to knock Loki senseless with.
“I have never thought of you as a whore, Agent Romanoff.”
Instead she reaches for his jacket lapels and pulls him closer.
“Not a word to anyone” she hisses. “I swear to god you so much as whisper a word about this and I’ll remove your tongue with tweezers.”
“I am not entirely sure what tweezers are, but you have my word, even if it means little to you.”
Natasha’s hand traces the sturdy plate that adorns Loki’s left shoulder.
“Lose the armor.” she says softly.
A click later, and she can lift it away. It’s so heavy that she nearly drops it, but doesn’t. It’s carefully lowered to the floor, and a leather jacket soon follows it.
“So many layers.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Loki smiles, stalking around Natasha and wrapping his arms around her waist. “I would have you naked before me now. If I may?”
Marveling that he’s got the manners to ask, Natasha can barely nod, and smiles as the single knot at the nape of her neck is pulled open. The dress whispers down her body to fold onto the floor and she dares to lean back against the Asgardian, already able to feel his arousal where it lies trapped beneath layers of leather.
Hot breath at her cheek entices her into another kiss, and Loki furiously tears at his own tunic, half-gone already just from the sight and smell of this dangerous female. Her frantic kisses could well be his undoing, and he breaks from her just long enough to haul his tunic over his head and toss it carelessly to the floor.
Her hands go for his undershirt and pants, but he stops her with an iron grip and a shake of his head.
“Not just yet. I would give you your pleasure before I take my own.”
So he’s a generous lover too? At this rate Natasha’s considering persuading SHIELD to bring Loki back to Earth and have him teach Sex Ed to the other guys if this is the result they’d get.
“What did you have in mind?”
Christ, they’re both still fully dressed and he’s already being more attentive than any man she’s bedded before. Loki’s skin is cold, but the alien touch isn’t unpleasant. His fingertips trace runic patterns on her hips and her thigh shudders minutely in response.
“So soft, so warm…” Loki murmurs.
“Let me go, please…” she pleads again, suddenly aware of her rapidly failing composure.
“I shall, eventually, when I tire of seeing you like this.” Loki grins. “You may be here some time.”
Natasha’s hands clench into fists above her head, and she tosses her head to remove her hair from her eyes. Loki is staring at her again, ravenous hunger barely concealed by propriety.
Like he needs a signal. Like he needs permission or some schoolboy shit like that.
Well…it’s not like she’s able to get home on her own, and hey, it’s been a while since she indulged. Perhaps an Asgardian can handle her properly. Perhaps with a God she won’t have to hold anything back.
“Do you want me Loki?” she whispers, eyelashes low.
“More than I should.” Loki growls back.
“Unchain me. It’ll be worth your while if you do.”
“Agent Romanoff, I trust you no more than you trust me.”
Natasha’s eyes open and without a word’s warning she lunges forward and crushes her mouth to her captors. Loki makes a muffled noise of surprise but soon meets her embrace with vigor, crushing her to the wall and groaning long and loud as a slender thigh wraps around his own and tugs him closer.
“I don’t trust you at all, but damn you know what you’re doing. I’ll give you that.” Natasha breathes, head rolling back against the pillar as eager lips move along her jaw to her ear and down her neck a little.
“Too long since I’ve felt the warmth of a woman.” is breathed into her collar, and that’s when Natasha realizes this flowing robe has slits in it. Loki’s hand has just slipped right into it to touch her bare thigh and she gasps in genuine shock.
“So responsive…”
“Loki, please. Not like this. Not chained to a wall. I’m not a whore.”
Loki looks a little wounded when he draws back, and fixes Natasha with a rather calculating stare; like he’s trying to see her soul through her eyes. Whatever he was looking for he must have found, for moments later the lock on her arms opens and her arms are free.
Multiple options appear. Too easily could she punch him in the face, make a dart for his ribs and attempt to cripple him, or grab the lit candelabra beside her for a weapon to knock Loki senseless with.
“I have never thought of you as a whore, Agent Romanoff.”
Instead she reaches for his jacket lapels and pulls him closer.
“Not a word to anyone” she hisses. “I swear to god you so much as whisper a word about this and I’ll remove your tongue with tweezers.”
“I am not entirely sure what tweezers are, but you have my word, even if it means little to you.”
Natasha’s hand traces the sturdy plate that adorns Loki’s left shoulder.
“Lose the armor.” she says softly.
A click later, and she can lift it away. It’s so heavy that she nearly drops it, but doesn’t. It’s carefully lowered to the floor, and a leather jacket soon follows it.
“So many layers.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Loki smiles, stalking around Natasha and wrapping his arms around her waist. “I would have you naked before me now. If I may?”
Marveling that he’s got the manners to ask, Natasha can barely nod, and smiles as the single knot at the nape of her neck is pulled open. The dress whispers down her body to fold onto the floor and she dares to lean back against the Asgardian, already able to feel his arousal where it lies trapped beneath layers of leather.
Hot breath at her cheek entices her into another kiss, and Loki furiously tears at his own tunic, half-gone already just from the sight and smell of this dangerous female. Her frantic kisses could well be his undoing, and he breaks from her just long enough to haul his tunic over his head and toss it carelessly to the floor.
Her hands go for his undershirt and pants, but he stops her with an iron grip and a shake of his head.
“Not just yet. I would give you your pleasure before I take my own.”
So he’s a generous lover too? At this rate Natasha’s considering persuading SHIELD to bring Loki back to Earth and have him teach Sex Ed to the other guys if this is the result they’d get.
“What did you have in mind?”