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I padded down the hallway, rolling out my swore shoulder. All in all, not the worst shape I'd been in after a world-threatening fight.

Finally, I reached the room Tony had said would be mine, hoping it was more comfortably furnished than the one on the helicarrier. I'd be staying a while.

As I went to open the door, a hand came down hard on the wall next to my head, and I jumped, whirling around.

I sighed, annoyed, when I met Loki's gaze. I folded my arms as he leaned in, pinning me between him and my door. I tried not to show how his proximity made butterflies dance in my stomach. Tried not to stare longingly at that hand of his, that I wanted so badly to be touching—

I stopped my thoughts before they could spiral and I set my face straight.

"What do you want?" I glared at him, "Pat on the back and a sticker for helping save the world?"

"I want honesty from you."

"Never not been honest with you," I said, truthfully. That same jealousy he'd sported ever since he found out about Steve flared in his eyes, and he released a drawn out sigh.

"Rogers," he began, slowly, "Did you let him have you?"

I blinked, surprised. "What?" I said in between a laugh.

"Did he claim you?"

"Claim me? Like an uncharted island?" I could hardly contain the laughter that bubbled in my chest, "I'll have you know, Loki, that several people have claimed me since you."

"But was he one of them?"

"Why do you care to know?" I asked accusingly, "I've said it before, you had your chance. I'm no longer interested and you have no right to me."

"Pet, I have every right to you," he growled lowly, stooping to speak in a whisper at my ear, "And I thought we were being honest with each other?"

"When wasn't I?"

"You're no longer interested, hmm?" He asked, "Your eyes are telling a far different story, my dear."

A spasm of excitement flickered in my chest, and that tight coil low in my stomach ached painfully.

"You want to talk about honesty," I began, obviously changing the subject, "Let's be honest with each other then. Why did you say what you did to me in the dungeon? After the Alignment."

"Darling, you couldn't be more obvious in your poor attempts to change the subject," he said, as his hand lowered from the wall and turned my door handle.

I stumbled back as the door opened, but he caught me with a hand at the small of my back, as he pushed me into the room and pulled the door closed behind him.

"I'm serious, Loki," I shot back.

His smirk lifted.

"You're very enticing when you're serious," he teased, as I pushed back, separating us.

"So I take it you have no answer?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

"I have an answer," he said, "You won't like it."

I stepped up to him, glaring at him with a challenge in my eye.

"What the hell am I to you?" I asked, "You switch back and forth between caring and careless, you reject me and yet you're jealous when I see someone else, you claim not to care about me yet you're here now."

"I'll gladly show you what you are to me," he smiled and shook his head, "Don't tempt me, pet."

I felt a sense of daring take hold of me, and I stuck out my chin. "Don't warn me like I don't know how to handle myself against you. Show me."

"Changed your mind about me have you?" He asked with a smirk, as his fingers trailed to the hem of my shirt, "I thought I wasn't to have you?"

"Don't make me change my mind again," I said back to him.

"Is that a threat?" He teased.

I took a step back. Glared at him. His smirk was so taunting and I wanted to wipe it off. I wanted him to feel the same wanting I felt. But I had no idea what he was feeling. I could change that.

I placed my hands firmly on his chest, shoving him back into the door. I let my fingers fall to the bottom of his shirt and I lifted it roughly off his head. His smirk faltered a little as I slammed one knee to rest against the wall between his legs.

"For once in your life," I said, forcefully grabbing his chin and pulling his head down to look at me, "Shut the fuck up."

The falter in his smug smile was brief, and my words fuelled yet another overly arrogant smile to grace his lips, replacing his stunned look.

"Maybe instead I'll show you what you are to me," I said, my hand moving quickly from his chin to his hair. I grabbed a handful of it, yanking his face into mine. I felt his lingering smirk as I kissed him.

"What, if anything, is this supposed to show me, pet?" Loki asked in the brief seconds our mouths were separated. "I think it's merely an excuse to kiss me."

"I'll kiss you if I want to kiss you, I don't need an excuse. Because all that this is supposed to show you is that I don't care. About you, what you think of me, what you have to say. Maybe once you were something more, but all you are now is a distraction."

An expression I couldn't decipher took over his face, and his icy eyes became turbulent. I almost laughed. Had I... Had I hurt his feelings?

But quickly, that same old smile came right back.

Right, I reminded myself, Loki doesn't have feelings.

"Well then," he said, his head lowering so that I could feel his lips move against mine as he spoke, "Let me prove a worthy distraction, darling."

The night was dimming, the setting sun slanting in through the large, floor to ceiling window at the end of the room, looking out over the city.

Loki maneuvered me toward the bed, lifting my shirt over my head as he went.

"Oh, how I've missed this sight," he said when my shirt was a messy bundle on the floor. He pushed me down on the bed, one hand brushing against my skin and curling around my throat, and the other unclasping my bra behind my back. He held me still as he pulled it off, shucking it on the ground carelessly.

His free hand dropped to the space between my legs and I was reminded of Clint's house, the barn, when we'd been in just this position. I swallowed, and he felt my throat contract against his fingers as my eyes flickered down to his hand, to the part of me he was so close to touching. Then they flickered up to meet his. That damned smile peeled across his face.

"Am I mistaken," he began, leaning in close, "Or do you wish my hand was elsewhere?"

"I don't care where your hand is, but keep going and I can assure you my foot will be up your ass."

"Ooh, so violent," he winced, looking down at his own hand, so close.

He crept it closer with his fingers, and I swallowed again. I couldn't seem to help it. He chuckled.

"Ask nicely," he ordered.

"Bite me," I shot back.

"Darling, if that's what you wanted, you needed only say so."

Before I could respond, he'd pushed me down so that my back was pressed into the soft mattress of my bed.

His head dipped down and I gasped and arched my back when I felt his mouth close around the point of my breast. His tongue circled the centre, and I released a pleasureful sigh, curling my legs around him and letting my fingers rake into his hair.

"Oh, now I'm sure I can elicit far more inappropriate noises than that," he said without pausing, and I felt him bite down. This time I cried out. He hadn't bitten that sensitive area with much force, just enough to send a tremor of pleasure down my body, where it pooled in that area between my hips that desperately ached for him.

"Better," Loki said, his head looming over mine again, "But I can do worse."

He watched my eyes as he lowered his hands to the hem of my pants, tugging the button and zipper free. He moved down, pulling them off and discarding them somewhere near my shirt.

I flushed under his intense stare that traced down my face, throat, breasts, abdomen, and finally the one area of me that was still covered by thin cotton and lace.

"I will so enjoy watching you when I do what I'm about to do."

It was all the warning he gave before my underwear joined the rest of my clothes. I was laid bare in the warm city twilight that streamed through the window. He met my eyes only once more as he lifted my legs until my knees were bent. And he lowered his mouth.

I shuddered in anticipation, before that exhilarating warmth flooded low in my stomach. His warm lips pressed into me, his tongue sliding along my entrance. Already I was a mess of uncontrolled sighs and soft moans. But when I felt his warm tongue enter inside of me, my whole body convulsed.

Loki held me still by the hips, as he continued to press his mouth into that insanely sensitive area. His tongue moved in such a way that a tingle, a strong, pleasurable buzz, began to emanate from that spot, soon enveloping my entire body. And that was even before he began to use a single finger to touch all the other sensitive spots between my thighs.

But he'd been holding back. That much became clear when he suddenly thrust his tongue further inside of me, and I released the most mortifying moan, pulling his hair and squeezing my thighs into him.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself," he said pointedly, "I certainly am."

"I hate you," I shuddered, as his finger continued to rub fast circles in that sensitive spot. He watched me squirm, he watched me unravel at his touch. And he smirked.

"Liar," he bit out, dropping his head again.

And again, I cried out in pleasure, feeling the muscles low in my centre tighten into a knot. The pressure building inside me was intense, almost too much. I could feel him smile as his tongue slid against my skin.

And suddenly, all that pressure released, and I was undone.

But he didn't stop. He didn't stop until I begged him to, until my breaths escaped me in short rasps, until my fingers and toes twitched, until my limbs were buzzing and numb.

Only then did he glide his lips up the length of my body, leaving a trail of hard kisses in his wake. The last landed on my lips.

And then, he left. And it was like he had never been here at all, nothing but that dizzy buzz as a reminder that he had been. That, in the end, he had had me.

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