The view over London was spectacular, and as darkness continued to fall, the atmosphere seemed almost magical. The millions of shining street and building lights lit the landscape like a giant jewellery box, and from their position at the top of the 443 ft wheel, Darcy almost felt like she could reach out and scoop-up the diamond-like buildings and hold them in the palm of her hand.

It would've been quite a romantic setting, had it not been for the other 15 or 18 people they had to share the large glass capsule with.
But then she silently reprimanded herself. She shouldn't want it to be romantic.
Not with Loki.

He stood, arms folded, at the far-end of the compartment, his clever eyes taking it all in. Nothing ever seemed to get by him, and she loved the way he silently observed everything. But judging by his expression, it was easy to see he wasn't nearly as awestruck as Darcy was by the experience. Which was understandable. He'd seen space. He was from Asgard. No wonder everything here on Earth was so underwhelming for him.

Pressing her palms against the glass, Darcy strained to get a better look of the night sky. "It's too bad there's so much light pollution." She mused. "This would be a great spot to look at the stars."

"And was it your passion for the cosmos that enticed you into studying astrophysics?" Loki asked.

"Actually, I was majoring in political science. I found it interesting 'cause it covers such a wide range of fields...like law, sociology, history, philosophy and psychology."

"Really?" He sounded genuinely interested now, as he joined her by the glass. "How intriguing."

She darted a sceptical look at him. "Are you poking fun at me again, Mister?"

"Not at all. But I find it fascinating how you diverted from one profession to an entirely different one. Though for each subject, one must possess a certain level of intelligence."

She raised her eyebrows. "You think I'm too dumb to study science?"

He let out a low chuckle, and turned to face her fully. "I never said that. You have on more than one occasion attempted to psychoanalyse me, which is a daunting feat in itself. I realised then that you're not as you say...'dumb'."

She shrugged. "I suppose I should take that as a huge compliment coming from you, being as you're basically a genius. Which is probably why you don't like humans so much. We don't live as long and we're not as advanced. So you look down on us. I kinda get that now."

"Oh, you're not all completely unbearable."

"Wow, I feel so flattered right now."

"Thor's mortal, she is very intelligent."

Darcy bristled, feeling somewhat resentful and deflated, even though she knew she shouldn't. "Oh, right. Of course you meant Jane." She said this rather bitterly, and Loki immediately picked up on the sourness of her tone.

"Miss Lewis, are you jealous of Miss Foster?"

"No not at all." She quickly clarified, feeling slightly guilty now. "I love Jane, she's one of my best friends. It's just....I dunno, it sounds lame but sometimes I wish I could be her. You know, or have a life like hers."

"Why ever would you want that?"

Darcy sighed, trying to find the right words to express what she meant. "She's super smart, her family is proud of her. Everyone admires and respects her. She has a well paid job, and hey let's not forget that a freakin' GOD fell in love with her!"

Loki pursed his lips, looking thoughtful. "She also ended that relationship, did she not?"

"Exactly! I mean who does that? Who dumps a God?"

"It was a common occurrence on Asgard, I assure you. And besides, you don't know Thor as I do."

"I know he left her again to look for those infinity space stone thingies, and was gone for a couple years. Which was really rough on her. But he's back now. And he still loves her. It's so obvious, don't you think?" She looked to him for some sign that he was in agreement, but he remained almost comically stoic. "It comes with the territory, if you're with a guy like Thor, he's gonna have to go off and do spacey superhero stuff."

"So you believe Miss Foster ought to make allowances for his absences. And what if certain aspects of his character displeases her?"

"Nobody's perfect. Everyone has their flaws, so it's all about balance. Weighing-up the pros and cons. Jane should totally take Thor back. They're hanging out all the time anyway, and he's trying hard. She still loves him, so I think she should give him another chance."

"And what about you? Would you be willing to give someone a chance, even if their reputation was.....questionable?"

She stared up at him now, he appeared to be paying her his full attention, awaiting her response eagerly. "Well, uh, it depends on what they've done. But I gave you a chance didn't I? That's why I was willing to be friends."

"True. And is that why you are so willing to overlook your boyfriends' shortcomings? Because the pros out-weigh the cons?"

She frowned, this wasn't really something she'd thought about until tonight. And now Loki was forcing her to face the doubts and emotions she'd been trying to avoid for so long. "I don't know, okay? He's a nice enough guy. And I'd been alone for so long I just missed that intimacy." She admitted, turning away slightly. "You'd probably laugh, but every girl secretly wants to feel wanted. Like, really wanted. And loved. And....special."

"And does he make you feel those things?"

She forced a strained laugh. "Look what is this? Why are you psychoanalysing me? We were talking about stars--"

"Your need for love, an emotion, a chemistry, is perfectly understandable." He interjected, choosing to completely ignore her protests. "When you feel so overlooked and undervalued, it is a natural response to yearn for a connection."

"Do you?" She shot back, enjoying the way he twitched uncomfortably. "I know you feel overlooked and undervalued too."

She saw the muscles in his jaw tighten. "You're right Miss Lewis, I think we ought to defer to our previous subject." He said leadenly. "So what attracted you to astrophysics?"

Sighing heavily, she shrugged. "I dunno. I found it interesting I guess. That's another reason why Jane is so lucky. Thor took her to Asgard, he showed her a whole new world. That's awesome."

"I'm afraid I can't extend the same privilege to you, since Asgard is....no more."

"Oh, I wasn't hinting. I was just saying that's all." She gabbled hastily. "I would have loved it. Although, that whole pointing out constellations to girls and stuff, is kinda clichéd and a bit played out."

"Oh, it is most definitely an age-old seduction technique." Loki nodded, with a wry grin.

"But....when they go out of their way to do something special just for you, that's different. I was actually hoping to meet some hot, nerdy astrophysicist who'd take me to some awesome space observatory so I could see the stars."

"Miss Lewis, do you walk around with your eyes closed at night? Does your place of residence have no windows? You do not need a space observatory to see stars."

"No, but....properly. Like, unhindered. In New Mexico the view from the roof was amazing, there was no light pollution. But going up there with Erik....well, that wasn't exactly romantic and--"

"You consider stargazing, romantic?" He broke in.

Darcy opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced by the sight of every light in the city suddenly flickering out, plunging the entire landscape into complete darkness. The capsule they were in was immediately thrown into panic, as fellow passengers began squealing and shouting, presuming that something disastrous was happening.
All except Darcy, who peered out at the night sky in wonderment. Hundreds of stars painted the dark canopy of sky above them, twinkling like crystals.

"Happy now?" Loki asked dryly.

"I....I'm not unhappy." She retorted, noticing then that his gaze was solely fixed on her. And it felt just like the line from the poem...

'A sky full of stars, and he was staring at her.'

She swallowed hard, feeling a sudden rush of emotion that scared the bejesus out of her. It was so overwhelming and came on so suddenly, she almost had to sit down.
He'd done this for her.
Plunged London into blackness -- and a state of panicked chaos -- but, just for her.
So she could see the stars without hindrance.

"Sorry, I can't hold this any longer." He said, and with a flick of the wrist, the city lighting was instantaneously restored. He rolled his eyes at their fellow passengers, who were showing no signs of calming down. "Such idiocy. Is it any wonder you humans all suffer from stress and anxiety?"

The other people were all frantically trying to get to the windows now, seemingly searching for reassurance that everything was well, as if the world outside might've come to an end during the temporary black-out.
Amidst their jostling for a better look, Darcy found herself at risk of being squished in all the hustle and bustle. Although she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, Loki insisted on shielding her by steering her protectively to the centre of the capsule.
It was then she felt it. The subtle but unmistakable pressure of a distinctly large palm in a place where it shouldn't have been.

Her head snapped round and she stared at him incredulously through wide eyes. "Loki....is that your hand on my ass?"

His eyes flashed with mischief, but his tone was sincerely apologetic. "Oh, I do apologise. It was an accident."

She blinked at him as he brazenly smiled back at her, black brows raised slightly. "A happy accident."

"And yet it's....still there." She pointed out, as they moved away from the others.

"What can I say, I'm from Ass-gard."

"Are you going to take your hand off my ass?"

"Ass-guardian." He snickered, still not removing his hand. "I'm a guardian of the ass--"

Darcy batted the offending hand away whilst trying to keep from smiling. "Rude!" She exclaimed, trying to sound indignant when really her stomach was turning somersaults.

Their capsule reached the ground and they quickly stepped out onto the platform, Loki eagerly pushing through the crowd that was queuing at the turnstile, waiting to board.
The excitable chatter and panicked speculation regarding the power failure, filled Darcy's ears, and she could no longer keep the smile from her face.

This was the result of the God of Mischief's hocus-pocus. It hadn't been an act of maliciousness, or even a prank. He'd done it on a whim to please her, without thought or care to any of the consequences. And whilst that was slightly worrying, it was also undeniably touching, and she was stunned by the sweetness of his gesture.
Even if he had deliberately used the commotion as an opportunity to touch her up.

"I can't believe you did that!" She beamed, as they made their way down the path which ran alongside the Thames.

"Don't fidget yourself into a frenzy over it, I barely touched you."

"No not that! I mean what you did with the lights. You know, you can be surprisingly sweet. Even though you can also be a bit of a pervert!"

"Sweet? Ssh. Please keep that to yourself, Miss Lewis. I have a reputation to uphold."

She giggled, then came to a slight halt. The urge to hug him again was almost overwhelming. Today he had stood up to Greg for her, had her name tattooed on his wrist, and created a black-out just so she could admire the stars.
It was mind boggling and overwhelming.

He stopped a few paces ahead of her, and looked at her questioningly. "What?"

"You. You're...you're so..." She threw her hands up helplessly. "God, I dunno. There are no words."

"I'm afraid I don't follow, Miss Lewis."

Moving purposefully toward him, she reached out and threw her arms around his neck. He immediately responded by slipping his arms around her waist, tugging her closer, and her mouth went inexplicably dry.

"Miss Lewis, you really ought to refrain from all these impulsive displays of affection. It could so easily be misconstrued as something else."
She could hear the audible smirk in his voice, and feel his breath stir her hair as he spoke.

"Don't worry, we'll ignore the gossip." She giggled, her words coming out muffled as she buried her face against his chest. "I'm just saying thank you for all the nice things you've done for me."

"Quite. But no doubt it would be widely speculated that my actions are all an attempt on my part, to seduce you." He smirked, his arms falling away.

Begrudgingly, she allowed him to break free from the hug. She could've happily held onto him forever, absorbing his masculine heat. Losing herself in the heady sensations of having her body pressed against his, enveloped by the exquisite scent of leather and spice and all things nice.

Hmm. Her mind was becoming a tangled mess of knots. Just being near him was enough to set her pulse racing.

"Seduce me?" She scoffed, as they set off walking again. "You like, solemnly swore that you weren't going to try. So a hug won't do any harm. Ass-grabbing aside, I know you're not seriously going to hit on me."

"What makes you think you can trust me?" He grinned, eyes fixed firmly ahead of him.

"Because I know it's just....what did you call it? Oh yeah, an innocent, mild flirtation, or something like that. And there's nothing wrong with that. It's just a giggle, right? Besides, I do think people make too much of a big deal out of all this seduction stuff anyway."

"How so?"

She thought for a moment, as she spotted a basement bar up ahead, and instinctively made her way toward the enticing glow of soft lighting and the dull thudding sound of music filtering into the street.

Another drink was most definitely in order.

"I dunno. I think it saves a lot of time to just cut through the crap. Otherwise you have to go through all the agonising, wondering if someone likes you or not. In fact, maybe it would be a lot easier if people did that crazy dance-thing that those birds do to impress a potential mate. You've seen it right?"

"No, I can't say that I have. You must demonstrate for me."

"I don't think so. I'm not planning on getting that drunk!"

"Mores the pity." He teased. "I am aware that peacocks use their fine tail feathers to bedazzle the females. Which is a common practice amongst all species when attempting to impress a partner. It's all about style and image."

"Peacocks are gorgeous. Who wouldn't be impressed by that display? There's no human equivalent. Unless you count a guy wearing a mirrorball jacket!" She exclaimed, which elicited a small chuckle from Loki. "Or you, in all your dazzling leather and shiny horns." She added.

His eyes slid to her briefly. "You really find my horns that impressive?"

She blushed deeply, but the night air cooled her reddening cheeks. "So what if I do? But anyway, this is exactly what I'm talking about. There's no need to over-complicate things really. I think, if a guy likes a girl he should just grab her and kiss her."

"Is that right?"

Loki turned slowly towards Darcy, and before she realised his intentions, he caught her by the arms, pulling her into him with such force that her entire body followed.

"Like this?" He murmured.

His kiss was so sudden and fierce that for a split-second she wondered if her front teeth had been knocked down her throat. The contact sent a shockwave through her system, his passion and ferocity was both startling and arousing, and her heart beat wildly as her pulse whooshed in her ears.

The kiss was powerful, his lips perfect and just suddenly....there.
It was so completely unexpected Darcy had no chance to prepare, and didn't even have time to react.

He stole her breath then gave it back.

Then just like that, he let her go. Leaving her trembling and perceptibly breathless.

"Are you sure you still prefer the more direct approach?" He smirked, as though he'd just performed a demonstration. And his wicked grin confirmed that he knew just how deeply the kiss had effected her.

She stared blankly, her brain no longer functioning so she was unable to form words.

He flashed another grin, this one even more devastating than the last, then took the wide steps down into the bar. Darcy hesitated at first, watching him look completely unfazed and oh-so-cool and causal, as though he hadn't just kissed his glorified babysitter -- and not to mention a member of an inferior race.

She stood there gazing at the door which he had disappeared through. Her stomach was turning cartwheels and it took enormous effort to stumble down the stairs numbly, as she was barely able to use her legs anymore.

She stepped inside and was hit with a wave of warmth and smell of alcohol which was strangely familiar and comforting. The pulsing beat of the music shuddered from the huge speakers by the DJ booth, and the low hum of the other customers talking amongst themselves, filled the room.
It was a long room, with a pool table at one end, a bar tucked into a corner and a relatively large dance floor at the other, with several tables and chairs dotted around.

"Do....Do you wanna find a seat while I get us a drink?" she croaked, just about managing to string a full sentence together.

Loki looked unsurely toward the somewhat bustling bar. "Do you not want me to accompany you?"

"No, no." She assured him, a little hastily. "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. I won't be a minute. Um, whiskey okay for you? Or would you rather have something else? I'm gonna go with whiskey I think. Yeah definitely whiskey. But of course you don't have to have the same--"

"Whiskey is fine, thank you Miss Lewis."

She plastered on a big fake smile, and sloped off somewhat unsteadily, feeling like she wasn't quite used to having legs let.
Standing on the foot-rail to gain a few inches -- years of experience having taught her that was the best chance of being served at a busy bar lined with people much taller than herself -- Darcy quickly ordered four shots, two whiskey cocktails and a double Jack Daniels, which she immediately downed....neat.
She needed to calm her jangling nerves. The liquid burned her throat, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grateful for the staying-power of her lipstick.

So......she had kissed Loki now.
No, that wasn't right, he had kissed her.
Holy shit, Loki had actually freaking kissed her!

Wow.

To her alarm, it now felt like an Olympic gymnast had taken up residence in her belly, and her heart was still thundering away in her chest. Why had it felt so amazing? So exciting? Basically, even though it was hurried and brief, it was still by far the best kiss she'd ever had.

Taking the other drinks carefully, she found Loki standing by a small table near to the dance floor. He was easy to spot, due to being taller than all other men in the room, and his dark, elaborate clothing and handsome face were easily identifiable even without her glasses.

They did the shots then tried the cocktails, which met with Loki's approval, so another trip was made to the bar....followed by another, until Darcy was most definitely well on her way to being thoroughly drunk.
She wasn't entirely sure about Loki, but he was grinning a lot more than he usually did, so she took that as a sign of possible inebriation.
She deliberately avoided addressing the rather important matter of the kiss, because it was obviously no big deal to him. She figured he'd meant it as a joke and nothing more.

"Come on, space boy. Time to show me what moves you got!" She declared, slamming her empty glass down on the table. Pushing her chair back, she stood, a little wobbly, and grasped hold of his arm.

"What?"

"Let's dance!" She shouted, just in case he was having difficulty hearing her.

"Ah, I think not--"

"I won't take no for an answer, c'mon. It'll be fun!"

He seemed rather reluctant at first as she tugged him onto the dance floor, and they found a space amongst the crowd. But as Darcy began to move to the music, his resistance subsided, her enthusiasm proving to be infectious, and before long he was swivelling his snake hips in time with the throbbing beat.

Fuuuuck.
She tried not to stare but she couldn't help herself, even though her ovaries were at risk of exploding as he top rocked, shuffled, and gyrated his way through each song.

"Shit! Look at you! Loki, God of the Dance Floor!" She squealed with delight, playfully nudging him in the side.

Oblivious to the various glances they were attracting from curious onlookers, they laughed like a pair of carefree young lovers, caught-up in the heady throes of first love.
Darcy strutted her stuff beside him, fuelled by the alcohol that had given her courage and confidence. They did not break eye contact, and all other people fell out of focus as they danced along to the beat of the funk guitars. And then without speaking a word he caught her hand in his, spinning her around, before placing his other hand on her hip and pulling her to him.

She laughed more, and he laughed too, as she rested her other hand against his solid chest and began moving with him to the music. The heady atmosphere, their surroundings, the closeness of his proximity, was like tumbling deeper into a rabbit-hole of madness.
He was enticing her -- without speaking a word -- into a forbidden world filled with unspoken promise. A dangerous parallel universe where sense and reason didn't exist. A place where the wicked Loki reigned supreme, and had succeeded in beguiling her.
But she didn't care, instead she tossed her hair as they whirled around, swaying their hips together in perfect sync.

Closing her eyes, she leaned into him whilst slipping her arms around his neck, allowing her senses to take over. She could feel the heat that radiated between them, his cool breath on her cheek, and the sweet smell of him made her feel almost dizzy with desire.
He was intoxicating. And through the haze of alcohol, despite being stranded, in his arms tonight she'd never felt more free, casting off her inhibitions and allowing herself, to live in the moment. And she never wanted the moment to end...

Unfortunately however, end it did. Rather abruptly. As the music changed drastically, and despite being happily drunk, she considered dancing to a slow, sensual ballad, a bridge too far.
The dance floor practically cleared, but a procession of people were now hovering around the edge, and the table the pair had been sitting at had been claimed by someone else.

Searching for somewhere to lean -- to rest her aching feet  -- they gravitated away from the crowds, until they found themselves alone. Well technically they were not alone. There had to be about a hundred other people in the club, but now they were standing off to the side, tucked into a corner. So it felt oddly intimate.

"So, you're enjoying yourself then?" She asked, leaning in close so that he could hear her above the deafening thrum of bass.

"Surprisingly it's such fun." He responded, his eyes looking a strange blackish-grey in the red and green light.

Okay, she couldn't stand it any longer. It was gnawing away at her insides and churning her up. She knew she shouldn't, but she just had to say something.

"So you....you kissed me." She blurted, bringing her fingers up to press them against her flushed face.

"Yes I did." He replied, sort of staring off into space. His expression unreadable. "What of it?"

"What of it?" She parroted, feigning indignation. "Well, why would you? And it's kinda crossing the line a bit, don't ya' think?"

"Ah, yes. The boyfriend. I keep forgetting how absurdly moralistic mortals can be. So sorry." He mused, looking at her from the side of his eyes, and she wondered if he truly meant it.

Oh Christ, she'd not even thought about Greg until now.

"Never mind Greg, what about work? I'm your....your.."

"Carer." He offered helpfully.

"Yes! Your carer. So you can see how inappropriate it is? Even though it was just a silly joke, right?" She tried to give a casual laugh. "But you know, Tony actually seemed to think that you might've had a bit of a thing for me. That you were giving me the eye or something." Her voice faded away as his eyes melded with hers.

"Is that so?" He sounded huskier than he had a few minutes ago, as if it wasn't just the air around them that had thickened, but his voice too.
.
"Y-yeah. Which is stupid, I know. Because that kiss didn't mean anything. Or the ass touching. Because we're just friends, messing around, nothing more--"

"Miss Lewis, are you attempting to convince me? Or yourself? And let us be clear on the subject of our brief kiss. I do not regret having done it. In actual fact, I have been wanting to do it for some time."

She swallowed hard, feeling her heart leap up into her throat. Time seemed to be of the essence, but the alcoholic-fuzz meant she couldn't think of a delicate way of phrasing what she needed to say.

"You have? For real? Because that's all kinds of wrong. But.....I do like you. I mean, I like spending time with you. Even though I shouldn't, not really. But...shit. I have the best time with you. I can't deny that. You make me laugh and....I really like you, you know? I mean, um, as a friend."

'I want you. I want you. Not just as a friend. I want more. Much more.' Is what she wanted to say, but she didn't. For obvious reasons.
She was convinced that she had gone mad. She couldn't want him. And she wished he wouldn't give her those sultry looks - they made her die.

"That's good to know." He gave her a seductive half-smile, and she felt her knees turn to water.

She was so completely in tune and aware of how close he was, and how he was looking at her with a concentrated focus that might be described as hunger.
She knew because she hungered for him too.
Im fact, all she could think about was the all-consuming desire to do sinful things with Loki. To kiss him again. Properly. To run her tongue against his. To taste the wetness of his mouth. To gently bite his soft lips.

Oh crap, had she really gotten in this deep?

He remained infuriatingly still and her fuddled mind quickly registered three things.
One, he was so close she could hardly think straight -- frankly, she wasn't thinking straight -- The second was, he had wanted to kiss her for awhile. And the other, more infinitely dangerous....she could just, kiss him.

Right then. Right there.

Her gaze involuntarily flickered to his lips again for a moment, before scaling back up his handsome face. He was looking at her through heavy-lidded eyes, letting her know that he was well aware of her intentions, and it seemed as if he was challenging her. Silently daring her to go ahead and do it.

Emboldened by booze, she placed her hands on either side of his slim waist and gently hauled him closer. He didn't resist, but his body did go perceptibly rigid.

God, she knew this was all wrong, but somehow she didn't seem to care. Darcy was horribly confused and alarmed at the intensity of how her feelings had escalated.
But she ached for him. She ached for something more.
Knowing what she was going to say next, she paused for a half second, but felt powerless to stop herself.

Running her hands over the rock-hard set of his shoulders, she whispered into his ear. "You need to relax. I'm the one seducing you."

He moved back slightly in order to gaze down his nose at her, his eyebrows raised. "Miss Lewis, perhaps you have had a little too much to drink." There was a playful tone to his voice at first, but then he suddenly became all serious-sounding. "I... I do not want to take advantage of you--"

"To hell with that, I really want you to!" Giggling nervously, she brazenly pressed the whole of her petite body to his in an attempt to get as close to him as physically possible.....well, in a public place anyway.

Then everything slowed down, and Darcy's laughter dissolved as Loki brought his face down towards hers, so their noses were almost touching. And this time she was fully prepared and he wasn't walking away.
She could hear the thudding of her heartbeat in her head as she held her breath, tilting her head and angling her lips so their mouths would fit together.

Instinctively her eyes flickered shut, as she gently brushed his lips with the lightest of kisses, testing if he would pull away. And all the sensations she had wanted to revel in before but didn't have the time to, now surged through her body.

At first he was unresponsive. There was a slight pause, the stillness like the break between thunder and lightening. She was about to pull back to see what was wrong, half expecting him to be looking at her disapprovingly, when suddenly his mouth claimed hers. This time all initial politeness had gone and his kiss was more powerful, sensual, and alive.

Holy hell.

When it wasn't saying judgmental, condescending -- and sometimes hurtful -- things, Loki's mouth was frickin' wonderful.
The kiss was urgent and filled with a need Darcy had never known before, and now she'd had a taste, too much could never be enough.
He was showing her that every other kiss she had ever had in her life had been wrong.
This was so right. He felt right, after so much wrong. And she couldn't even begin to compare him to the other men she had known. Loki was so beyond compare.
Even though this was supposedly 'wrong' on so many levels, how could it be wrong when it felt so right?

Just like the song suggested, Loki was 'The Right Kind Of Wrong."

The sound of a classic techno dance anthem shuddering from the clubs' speakers, faded into little more than white noise. Nothing and no one else mattered as they kissed and kissed, as if they were hungry for each other. Starving in fact.
Darcy was grabbing onto his shoulders, straining upwards to return his passion, as he became the only solid thing in this swaying, swirling, surreal world.
His arms were so strong as they held her and the heat radiated between their bodies, surging through her, leaving her limp.

If there could be only one moment in her life she could keep and remember forever, it would've been that one.

Admittedly, they had quite forgotten where they were and were starting to get a bit carried away, caught up in the heat of the moment. It was warm, and softly lit inside the club, and the rhythm of the music seemed to pulsate in sync with Darcy's erratic heart rate. She could now completely understand why people often described kissing as 'melting' because every square inch of her body was fusing into his.
And she would've been lying if she didn't admit it was very daring, shocking and sexy as hell, making-out with the God of Mischief for everyone to see.

There had been a time when she would've been adverse to public displays of affection. She would've found it cringeworthy and stomach-turning, but not anymore.
Not with Loki.

She could barely comprehend that this was actually happening, as they both simultaneously pulled back slightly, desperately needing air.
Damn, why was breathing so necessary? Why couldn't they evolve and develop gills or something?
They stood in silence for a while, processing what had just happened, and Darcy ran her hands down his shoulders, then rested them on his chest. They were both breathing heavily. To her pleasant surprise, he suddenly rested his forehead against her own, so they were now locked in a tender embrace, neither willing to speak and break the spell.

She didn't want to think about what was supposed to happen next, she just wanted to make it last a bit longer. So at the risk of losing her last shred of dignity, she fisted her hands in the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down so she could kiss him some more. Again, he complied eagerly, kissing her back deeply and this time she allowed him to gently ease her lips apart, enabling him to tentatively snake his velvety tongue inside her mouth.

She let out a little whimper as their tongues carefully explored, tightening and twisting around each other. He tasted sweet, like honeyed wine, and it was utterly delectable.
Her knees practically crumbled beneath her, as she felt his long fingers firmly caress the nape of her neck, sending sweet shivers along her spine. A throbbing heat coursed through her veins and speared low in her belly, and all the while his tongue and lips aroused, and took. Tempting, tasting, teasing.

The mood was rapidly spiralling into something very sensual, fevered, and carnal. He rolled his strong, lean body against hers, making Darcy physically tremble against him as she found herself crushed against the unyielding wall of his chest, and she could feel how shockingly virile he was. She responded by grasping desperately at his clothes, grinding against him lasciviously, whilst gasping and groaning with pleasure.

Dear God, they were both becoming increasingly hot and bothered. But in that moment she would gladly let Loki do whatever he liked to her, and then she would beg for more. Their mouths seemed to fit together perfectly, and all she wanted was to keep kissing him, and kissing him until she died.

This was certainly not the position Tony had hired her for, but now all she could think of was the many different positions she could get into with Loki, and the sensations her dirty thoughts created, washed over her like a barmy tidal wave of lust.

Just then the gruff voice of a fellow clubber popped their sexy bubble, as he walked by and remarked loudly. "Get a room!"

Loki broke the kiss, panting slightly. "What a marvellous suggestion." He purred, his voice sounding a little hoarse, his lips all kiss-swollen. "Wouldn't you agree, earth girl?"

"I...." Darcy could scarcely breath. Her heart was racing, and she could still feel the tingle at the back of her neck from where he'd had his hand, firm but tender. She closed her eyes for a moment, and pulled herself together. "...Sounds like a plan. Let's get outta here, space boy."

He smiled foxily, looking at her with -- well, in the subdued light -- it looked like tenderness. If that was possible? Her heart began to swell at the possibility, but she couldn't be certain.

"As you wish, Miss Lewis."

Taking her hand in his, they weaved their way toward the exit. Her limbs were buzzing with anticipation and excitement. Loki had got her lusting after him in ways she'd never dreamed she would lust after anyone, and she would be willing to do the sort of things with him that would make her mother deeply ashamed.

"Hey, Loki..." She said softly, a thought occurring to her as he held the door ajar.

"Hm?"

"...I think you can call me Darcy now."