Shut Up And Kiss Me

Darcy was well aware that she was grinning like an idiot as they made their way up onto Westminster bridge to hail a taxi.

The smitten grin was still firmly in place as they climbed into the black cab, as Loki slid onto the seat beside her, and even when they began kissing again.

It was evident that due to Loki's aristocratic tendencies, he wasn't inclined to take things further in a public place by engaging in some drunken backseat groping or fumbling, which was actually quite a refreshing change from the guys she was used to.

Save for cupping her face tenderly as they locked lips, he kept his hands very much to himself.

It was a bit like having an outer body experience. Darcy's head was fuzzy, her distance-vision slightly more blurred than usual, and the world was spinning a little too quickly, resulting in her bumping off the wall of a building on their way to the apartment.
Considering she was incapable of walking in a straight line, her nerves were tingling, making her very aware of her own body, which escalated further once Loki wrapped a secure arm around her as they walked, to keep her steady.

Climbing the steps also proved to be more challenging than it should, and it was only then she realised she was way more drunk than she'd initially thought.
But Loki was there -- his capable hands guiding her up safely, and the touch of his fingers at her lower-back made her feel wired and hot, so the cold February air didn't bother her in the slightest.

The tension and anticipation of sexual promise seemed to arc between them like an unseen electrical force field, crackling against Darcy's skin, and she wouldn't have trusted herself to speak, even if they had been having an actual conversation.

No sooner had they stepped inside and closed the door, when they were kissing again. He pushed her back against the wall with a light thud, and she let out a surprised little yelp. Hooking her leg over his hip, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, his kiss gentle but demanding, and it didn't matter that his mouth was already on top of hers and that her leg was entwined around the back of his thigh...She wanted him closer.

There was more fevered kissing, and then some cannoning off walls and furniture. In their lusty drunken haze, they inadvertently knocked over a kitchen chair, but neither of them batted an eyelid. until they realised the safest thing to do was to collapse onto the coach.
Loki's legs were far too long to fit onto it comfortably, but he really didn't seem to mind, as it was much easier there for them to wriggle even closer, so that all of his lithe, lean body was pressed against all of hers.

And then she heard it.
Somehow, above the sound of her heart thumping loudly in her ears, she heard the distinguishable ringtone of her phone, shrilling from her purse.

Loki perceptibly jumped at the unexpected noise, seeing as it was so sudden and loud.
To be fair, if he had never heard the rousing chorus of Led Zeppelin's 'Immigrant Song' distorted through the tinny speaker of Darcy's cell phone like a warped battle-cry, then it was hardly surprising that it had startled him.

"Just ignore it." She breathed, her trembling fingers busily working his shirt buttons loose.

He was hesitant for a split-second and when the call ended he readily turned his attentions back to becoming more intimately acquainted with Darcy's body.
All the air whooshed out of her lungs as he glided a large palm up and along her thigh, edging closer to the hem of her dress, then slipping beneath....

And then the phone began ringing again.

Breaking the kiss, Loki pulled himself up, not bothering to hide his irritation. "Whoever that is they're not giving up, are they?"

He stomped across the room to retrieve her purse which she'd dropped by the door. His grumpiness was noticeably out of frustration from being interrupted, as he didn't have any real intention of wanting to call a temporary halt to their amorous activities.
Taking the purse from him, she pulled the offending cell phone out and hit 'answer' without even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" She snapped.

"Darcy? Are you okay?"

"Oh, uh, hi Greg." She winced at having to speak his name. "Yeah I'm good thanks. Really good actually. Well, uh, I mean as good as I can be, considering that you've left me stranded in London for another night, just so you can save yourself a few bucks!"

"Is that really still such a terrible inconvenience?" Loki asked, louder than what was absolutely necessary.

"Who's that man I can hear?" Greg demanded, which prompted Darcy into leaping up from the coach so she could move away from Loki.

"Man? Oh, him. That....that's just my partner."

"And you're still with him at this time of night? Where are you even staying, Darcy?"

Darcy began pacing back and forth frantically in order to give herself the sort of breathless voice which would support the upcoming lie she was about to tell. "I'm just leaving him now. Heading up the stairs to my hotel room." She stomped her feet loudly against the floor for good measure. "Sheesh. Sooo many stairs."

"Have you been drinking? Why haven't you replied to my last message?"

"No! Well maybe I've had one or two drinks. But what message?"

Suddenly Loki was hovering nearby, and the sight of him deliciously rumpled in his shirt which hung open, flashing his impressive chest, proved to be immensely distracting.

"Sorry, Greg. I didn't catch that?"

"Never mind. I will email you the details of the flight. Don't miss it. You should really be getting an early night. You've got your passport with you, right?"

Shit. She'd forgotten all about that.
But wait. Hadn't Loki said he'd take care of the passport issue?
She couldn't think clearly, the alcohol slowing her thought-process.

"Um, right. Yeah. S.H.I.E.L.D has got the passport situation covered....I think." She turned to Loki for validation, and was surprised to find he had sidled up behind her, making it extremely difficult to concentrate on what Greg was saying.

"Yes I think you'll find I have all bases covered." Loki's voice was a whisper by her ear, and she jumped slightly, shivering.

"What's that, Darcy?"

"Nothing Greg, listen I'll talk to you tomorrow."

She heard him scoff into the phone. "That's probably best, if you're drunk. But if you'd messaged me back instead of ignoring me, we could've cleared the air earlier."

"I don't even know what you're talking about." She hissed defensively. "And I don't need a lecture right now about drinking!" Her words faded away as Loki chuckled behind her like a naughty frat boy.

She half-turned and he flashed a dazzling smile which did things to parts of her that were still throbbing with arousal for him.

"You're  a very bad girl, Darcy Lewis." He teased, and the sound of her name on his lips was a surprisingly erotic experience.

"And you....you're a very bad man, Loki Odinson!" She whispered, unable to keep the smile from her lips.

"You've yet to find out how bad I can really be." He purred, just as he made a grab for her, and she gently shoved him on the chest.

Oh sweet baby Jesus, he smelled so good, and she could feel herself burning up at his words. Even though he was being playful, her stomach cramped with lust.

Then she remembered poor Greg, and felt a twinge of guilt, just as Loki pulled her into him, and jokingly smacked her on the ass.
She let out a startled little squeal, and almost dropped the phone. Seemingly pleased with the effect he had on her, he wrapped  a strong arm around her waist, and she wriggled against him, suppressing a giggle.

"Darcy? What was that? What's going on?" Greg's voice rang out from the other end of the line.

"N-nothing! Greg, what did you mean when you asked why I hadn't replied to your message? I haven't had a message from you all day!"

"Darcy, I sent a text straight after that weird one I got from....well, whoever it was." Greg explained patiently. "What was that all about anyways? Did you send that?"

Darcy scowled. "Me? Why would I send a text like that?"

"I don't know. You tell me. I thought perhaps you were pretending to be someone else, in the hopes of making me jealous--"

"What? Are you for real?" She exclaimed incredulously.

Just then Loki leaned over her shoulder and unexpectedly pulled the phone from her hand. "Sorry. Darcy is unable to hear you, she's losing reception. She's....going under a bridge.." He snickered, ending the call.

"Hey!" Darcy protested, spinning around and snatching the phone back from him.

"What?" He grinned, raising his dark brows in mock-innocence. "I was saving you from his idiotic, patronising, hypocrisy."

She was struggling to focus, desperately trying to join all the dots. The problem was, the dots seemed to keep moving, dancing out of reach, remaining elusive from her grasp.

"Greg said he sent a message. You don't happen to know anything about that do you?"

His grin quickly vanished, and even in the dim light of the apartment she could see the flexing of his jaw muscles as he clenched his teeth.  "No I don't. Though I suppose you would immediately suspect me, wouldn't you, Miss Lewis?"

Ouch.
That hurt.
For some reason, him reverting back to the title he'd previously used when addressing her, hurt more than she would've expected it too.

"Well, it just seems a bit funky that's all." She reasoned, as he glared back at her with a cold, icy stare. "You had my phone. You texted Greg. You're the freakin' God of Mischief and lies--"

"And you're just like the rest of them." He grated, and if he'd hit her, it would've hurt less.

She felt like she was crumpling in on herself, as he moved brusquely toward the kitchenette, flipping the switch on the electric kettle as if he hated it.

Darcy was so terribly confused. She was angry at Greg still, but simultaneously felt undeniably guilty for having sampled the forbidden delights of Loki's lips. But he surely had to be responsible for the lost message she never saw/received. There was no other explanation was there? But the way he had looked at her, so convincingly wounded and angry, made her not so sure.

"I'm not like the rest of them." She argued, watching him spoon coffee into two cups.

"Of course you are. Your lack of trust in me, betrays you." He said contemptuously, glowering as if he could break the crockery with a look.

"I'm sorry but you are renown for your trickery and lies. I had to ask, but if you're saying you know nothing about it then, fine. I believe you!"

"And I'm supposed to feel flattered am I? Given that you yourself are hardly innocent."

"What are you talking about?"

"You are a liar also. So perhaps you ought to bear that in mind before you jump to conclusions."

Darcy felt a shameful blush sweep across her cheeks. "You mean because of Greg?"

"I mean precisely that."

"What am I supposed to do? Say, 'Hey Greg, can't talk right now, I'm busy making-out with a God'?"

Loki's eyebrows almost shot into orbit, which Darcy would've found funny if his expression hadn't been so stern.

"Is that what this is all about?" She persisted, following him back over to the couch. "Are you mad because....because I'm kinda cheating on Greg?" Speaking the words aloud was sobering, and she physically shuddered at the thought. "Shit. I have cheated, haven't I?"

"I couldn't give a damn about Greg!" Loki growled, spitting out Greg's name as if it was something distasteful on his tongue. "Nor do I care about your moral dilemma."

Darcy blinked at him as he sat, silently seething. His very posture oozed dominance, his long legs splayed wide apart commandeered most of the space around him. His confidence and overall demeanour made him pant-wettingly appealing, even though she was trying very hard not to notice.

He was pissed. Possibly a little drunk. And unarguably sexy.
So in spite of her confusion, she was almost itching with frustration. She wished she could be blasé about all of it and laugh it off, but the feel of her pulse speeding up and the ache of sexual longing, was making her all tense and unreasonable.

The frustration she felt -- sexual or otherwise - was threatening to consume her, and the longest time seemed to go by. Minutes dragging by like hours, until she could no longer contain her restless agitation.

"You know, you're incredibly hot when you're angry."

"And you're drunk." He countered evenly. "Now drink your black coffee, it'll help sober you up before you do something else you may regret."

Wait, is that what he thought? That she was regretting kissing him?

"I regret nothing." She told him, bravely.

Overcome with madness, lust and booze --which was quite a lethal combination -- she allowed herself to do what her sober self never would. With a pleasant flutter in her stomach, she strode toward him confidently, then manoeuvred herself so that she was straddling his slim waist.

She could see his eyes do a little back and forth thing across her face. Studying her intently. Words failed her more than usual, but what was the point of talking when you could say it all with a kiss? Darcy had have never felt so desperately in need of another person, and she was overcome with the urgent need to have him as close as possible.

"Miss Lewis--"

"Darcy!"

Loki looked serious, handsome face grave. "Darcy. You are aware that your actions are questionable. This could be considered, as you say, cheating?"

"Yeah but I don't care. I want you!" She declared shamelessly.

He held her gaze for a moment, then his eyes were drawn to her heaving bosom, which hitched up and down with her heavy breaths.

"Is that right?" He asked with interest, managing to muster his trademark smirk. "And what exactly do you propose to do about it?"

Grabbing hold of the front of his open shirt, she yanked him forwards. "This. Now shut up and kiss me!" She ordered. She begged.

So he did.
His tongue slipped inside her mouth again, grazing her own, and she moaned softly.
She wanted to breathe him, kiss him, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips, his tongue, tasted so damn good.

His large hands began running slowly up and down her sides, tracing circles over her ribs and she let out a gasp as she daringly moved against him, crushing her groin against his, and to her delight he groaned appreciatively, low in his throat, as he brought his hips up to meet her.

It was then that she felt the full extent of his growing arousal. The tell-tale sign that she was effecting him just as much as he was effecting her. The unmistakable masculine column straining against his trousers made her more than aware that he was hard between her legs, and she exhaled a sharp gust of breath.

Holy fuuuuuck!!
She thought.
As well as, yay, go me!

His long fingers nimbly made their way to the cord at the front of her dress and she had to bite her lip, as with a quick and impatient tug she was suddenly bare and in his hands. He growled into her mouth, revelling in the sensations of her naked flesh, as he took her breasts in the palm of his hands.

"Oh...Loki." She whimpered helplessly, melting into his gentle caress.  The pads of his thumbs brushed against her rosy nipples, which immediately hardened like pebbles beneath his touch. "I know we shouldn't be doing this but....oh God, it feels good."

"I'm very glad to hear it." He said hoarsely, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her neck and throat.

Shit, she was seriously losing it, because now she was overcome by the raw desire to get him naked. And that wasn't good. Because she didn't put-out on first dates. Not that this was a date, but still. She wasn't that type of girl.
But then again, Loki wasn't your average guy.
He was more than just an extraterrestrial, he was like some crazy drug, addictive and thrilling and she just couldn't get enough.

Never in her life had she despised underwear and cotton trousers as much as she did right now, for being thin enough to feel, but thick enough to not feel enough.
Her face was bright red, and Loki's lust-glazed eyes seemed to take great pleasure in the sight of her flushed skin, the dusting of pink across her ample breasts, which were swollen with arousal.
This reminded Darcy of running down a hill and gradually gaining momentum. Everything was moving faster, and she didn't know how much more she could take, as they rocked against each other lustfully, with nothing more than tiny scraps of material between them, and she was throbbing away, wet and desperate for more.

Holy crap.
Darcy had never wanted anyone like this before.
Ever.

"This is....this is bad." She panted, not even fully aware of what she was saying.

"But I thought you claimed it felt good?"

"Oh, God, it does. That's the problem! Loki, I can't have sex with you. I can't. I don't.....I don't do the whole one night stand thing, as a rule."

"That's very commendable of you, Darcy." Bending his head, he kissed the curved swell of her breast. "I have nothing but the upmost respect for your wishes. So, tell me what you want?"

Darcy's eyes almost rolled into the back of her head, as his hot mouth suddenly enveloped as much of her breast as he could manage. The pleasure fogged up her mind, as he lavished her bosom with erotic devotion, licking, suckling and kissing each nipple in turn.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I want you!" She keened, reaching into his shirt. Her small hands caressed his mouth-wateringly smooth chest, and as they trailed down his solid abdomen she could feel his muscles bunching and tightening in anticipation.

"Well then?" He crooned seductively.

"No, I can't. No sex." She said weakly, trying to banish the temptation from her mind. "We're not...we're not even dating."

To her surprise, that made him laugh deeply, and she felt it reverberate against her grabby-hands.

"Very well." With superhuman speed and strength, Loki flipped her over alarmingly easily, as though she weighed no more than a handful of feathers, and she squeaked. Scared in the best possible way. "Tell me when to stop." He said, his voice low and rough.

He had rolled over, so he was above her now. Her dress had hitched up, and she jumped at the touch of his hands on her bare thighs.

"Well we've already skipped to second base." She managed, shakily. "So....third? Let's try and stick to third."

"I'm not entirely familiar with the terminology." He grinned, bringing one hand up to tentatively knead her breast, whilst the other edged dangerously close to her pants, his curious fingers feeling for the forbidden flesh. "But, I believe I may have a vague understanding. Touching is permitted, yes?"

"Yeah--"

Darcy just had enough time to suck in a shallow breath before his lips were on hers again, kissing her fiercely whilst his hands seemed to be everywhere at once.
Save for her trembling, she was completely incapable of movement. She was absolutely transfixed.

Never before had she felt so nervous, nervous yet turned on.
Greg never made her feel like this. Neither had any of her exes.  They didn't even come close. All other sexual encounters prior to this moment, paled in comparison.

Their kisses grew even more heated and for a fleeting moment she tensed, feeling him gently drag a long finger across the centre of her  -- now shamefully damp -- underwear. But the touch of his fingertip alone was incredible and spine-tingling, making her lose all inhibitions, and just enjoy the sensations.

The breath caught in her throat, and she found herself silently willing for him to keep going further and further, until his fingers found their way inside the material, and...

Oh. My. God.

Darcy went utterly limp, choking back an incoherent noise as his long fingers met with their wet, warm target, and he immediately began teasing her sex with slow, concentrated, circular strokes.

Wow.

So this was God-sex? Or rather, God-foreplay.
There was no clumsy handling, or hurried, rough touching. Nope, Loki was taking his own sweet time, exploring her gently, and she couldn't believe how amazing it felt.
He was no novice, that was for sure.

"Do you like that, Darcy?" His voice was a velvety whisper, which brought goosebumps to her skin.

"Ooh yeah, I like it...I like it." She panted.

He was gloriously skilled, and knew exactly how to whip a girl up into a frenzy, so before long she was grasping hold of his shoulders for dear life, unable to remain still, writhing around as those sinful fingers worked their Godly magic.

"Touch me." He husked unevenly between kisses, as one of her hands edged lower, hovering nervously at the waistband of his trousers.

She hesitated, trying to process what this actually meant. The thought of really 'touching' him was enough to give her a clit-boner. But, to do so would be crossing yet another line. A line which once crossed, there was no going back.

A million thoughts rushed through her head. Thoughts and questions that she couldn't even begin to fathom, and she found it all quite terrifying. Mostly she was terrified of denying her willing body by overthinking. But if she threw caution to the wind, then when the fun was over she'd have to deal with whatever the hell came afterwards.

"What's the matter? Do you not wish to touch me?" He sounded a little anxious, which was thoroughly adorable.

"Yes. I mean no. I mean...ugh!" There really wasn't enough blood flowing to her brain to make that kind of call.

Loki stilled apprehensively, aware of her reservations. She'd dithered far too long.
"Well, which is it? Yes or no? You're not obliged to."

"I know that, I just....I just need a minute that's all."

A few more seconds passed as she silently carried on a depraved, slightly shambolic conversation in her head like all normal, sane people did, then with trembling fingers she reached down and began to stroke the sturdy bulge coiling between his legs.

Her eyes grew wide as she felt the size of him. She heard his breath quicken, and saw his gaze drop to watch her hand movements, and all reservations liquified in the heat of her lust.

Satisfied that she was happy to continue, Loki returned to doing miraculous things with his own hand, and Darcy needed no further encouragement as she hurriedly fumbled with his zipper, practically tearing his trousers open in her haste to free him of the inconvenient barrier.

She couldn't see, but she could most definitely feel, as his large erection sprang free, enabling her to curl her fingers around him. He growled his approval. His cock felt deliciously heavy and warm as it throbbed in her palm and Darcy's excitement was fuelled by his positive response to her ministrations.

"Does that feel good?"

"Oh yes....exquisitely good." He rasped, as she worked him in her hand, rhythmically moving her wrist back and forth, causing his hips to buck involuntarily. "Harder, Darcy."

"I don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't hurt me." He reassured, rewarding her efforts by delving cautiously into her scorching, wet heat.

She let out a heavy gasp, as he eased a long digit deep inside until it was immersed right up to the knuckle. Then he slowly drew back out and repeated the action with increasing speed, whilst ensuring to rub the pad of his thumb against that most secret sweet-spot.

Christ, she was going to die. He was actually going to kill her. The pleasure was so overwhelmingly intense, but hey, what a way to go...

"Faster!" His commanding tone made him impossible to defy. "Yes....yes that's it."

She squeezed tighter, pumping away at his sex, which jumped in her hand as if it had a life of it's own. But the maddening, inimitable tension she felt building was making it difficult to focus on anything other than his hands and what they were doing to her.

He buried his face against the curve of her shoulder, and his cool breath ghosting over her skin just added to the sensory pleasure. Her veins pulsed with heat, her limbs buzzed with excitement, and the tightening she felt deep inside increased, spreading throughout her body, growing in intensity until she was desperate for relief.

"Come for me." He begged.

Oh God, this was crazy.
Like, banana-balls crazy.
But she just didn't care. She was lost to the primal beauty of what they were doing to each other. It was wildly erotic, deeply sensual, and immensely intimate. She had wanted to connect physically with Loki as well as emotionally. And this chemistry, this connection, was the most mind-blowing experience of her life.

"Oh, God....I'm going to....but I don't want to, not yet--"
Stubbornly she squeezed her thighs together, trying to delay the inevitable.

"Stop resisting. I want you to come, now."

She never wanted the luxurious assault to end, even if it proved to be the death of her, but her most intimate parts were swollen with desire, the pooling heat was driving her to the edge as she ground herself greedily against his knuckles, searching for further friction.

"Ooh....L-Loki....I..." She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, nearing....nearing....

"That's it. Yes. Don't fight it." He encouraged lusfully.

Her breathing was coming out in small pants, as he picked up the pace, increasing the pressure relentlessly, as she simultaneously worked his throbbing shaft with firm, fluid strokes.

"Ah. Don't stop!" He hissed, his raspy voice pulling her back.

Her heart was thudding erratically beneath her breastbone, his breath was hot and racing inside her mouth.....

And then all at once, the intense sensations ripped through her tingling body in an earth-shattering climax, and she let out a strangled cry, her back bowing upwards off the cushions. Biting down hard on her lip, Darcy hoped to stifle her moans, but Loki was quick to reproach her for it...

"Do not do that. I want to hear you. Oh Gods, let me me hear you."

"Aah, Loki! Holy sh---!"

Breath....breath....

There was a sort of mini passing-out as Darcy's vision faded to black for a few seconds, and she figured that must've been her soul leaving her body, as the rush of pleasure continued to surge through her in sublime waves, unraveling her like a ball of twine, threading it's way downwards into the very soles of her feet.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...

He had just made her come.
Hard.

She realised then, that whilst in the head-spinning throes of her orgasm, her small fist had squeezed precariously tightly around Loki's swollen cock, which had pushed him to the limits of his endurance.

A pained groan tore from his throat, and he clenched his teeth in blissful agony, as he was engulfed by the defeating intensity of his own climax.

She watched, mesmerised, as his gorgeous features contorted, his eyes fluttering shut. He thrust between her fingers, once...twice...then barely a moment later Darcy felt the liquid heat of his release, spilling into her hand in hot spurts.

They groaned together, both of them gasping for breath and clinging to each other like a desperate, drowning couple.

Had she not been temporarily lost for words, she would've muttered a heartfelt "wow".

As weird as it seemed, Darcy would've genuinely been happy to actually die right then and there -- although, happy was a gross understatement. She was fucking delirious.

Pressing a chaste kiss to her slightly damp forehead, Loki shifted position so that he was now lay squashed beside her along the couch.

"Well...." She commented breathlessly.

"Well indeed." He concurred.

"That was....amazingly hot."

"Extremely so."

Silence ensued, but to her immense relief it wasn't awkward. On the contrary, it felt strangely comfortable being lay tucked against his chest, her pulse still rocketing as a result of their sexual exploits.
And technically, they hadn't had full-on sex. They'd just engaged in some serious heavy-petting. Well, it was like 'manual' sex.
Life-altering, manual sex.
Shit. Loki was a life-ruiner.
He had ruined all other men for her.

"So...Darcy." He drawled, shattering her thoughts. "Might I ask what follows third base?"

She swallowed hard, not wanting to dwell on just how much she still wanted more. In truth, she probably never would be fully satisfied until she'd gone all the way with him.
But that was a bridge too far. It could never happen.
Could it?

"After third base comes a home-run, but.....that territory is strictly off-limits, space boy."

"Oh? Well that is such a terrible pity. I was rather looking forward to taking full possession of your tantalising little body, and making you scream my name."

"Hey, knock it off!" She chided, trying to sound as if she actually meant it. "They'll be no name-screaming....I told you, no sex. We're not dating."

"But you are the one who encouraged me to 'get laid'."

"Yes I did but....you'll just have to settle for the hand job, okay? But hey at least you've had some...um, relief, besides it's better than nothing. And you had fun, right?"

He made a disgruntled noise, something that sounded like a cross between a sigh and a snort, which made her fleetingly wonder if he was perhaps a little bit disappointed.

"That's beside the point. I fail to see why you're being so stubborn about this. If you want me then why deny yourself?"

"Because, as I keep telling you, we're not dating. And even if we were, you already just--"

"You underestimate my capabilities, earth girl."

She craned her neck to look up at him, and he raised a suggestive eyebrow.

"You mean you could go again? What, like, already? Right now?"

"Absolutely. Were it not for your unwillingness of course."

"Jeez. Your recovery time is....impressive." Clutching both halves of her open dress, she clambered to her feet more ungracefully than she would've liked, and successfully swerved his grasp just in time.

"Where are you going? I haven't done with you yet." He grinned salaciously.

"Oh yes you have, you dirty little sex-fiend. I'm going to the bathroom to clean-up....and then--" Her words dissolved, as she found herself standing above him and this new vantage point treated her to the view of his enormous, naked penis, still glistening with the remnants of his release but hardening to full-arousal again.

"You were saying?" He prompted, smugly enjoying the way the sight of his impressive manhood stunned her into complete silence.

What was she saying? Darcy had completely forgotten. His cock was just as aesthetically pleasing as the rest of him, and she subconsciously licked her lips.

The man had no shame. He was most definitely going to be the death of her.
Having abstained from sex was perhaps making him so incredibly horny for more. But Darcy had little excuse for her own horniness, and as mildly terrifying as he was in size, the newly-awoken nymphomaniac in her was internally screaming to jump on and ride him until she flatlined.

No. She had to stay strong and resist.

"W-we need to go to bed." She croaked, desperately trying not to stare.

"Darcy, I thought you'd never ask."

"No! Stop it! I mean, we need to get some sleep." She giggled, still feeling a little drunk, or possibly high on hormones. "We've got a flight to catch, remember?"

"As if I could forget."

Thankfully, Loki tucked his swollen length back into his trousers, and Darcy was able to breath a sigh of relief and regain some focus.

Nothing had changed between them.
Well, nothing that was blindingly obvious.
But that didn't necessarily mean she hadn't been secretly -- stupidly -- hoping it had.