I'm Not Yours

15. The One

"There you were, wild and free reaching out like you needed me. The helping hand to make it right."

I am not going to be able to concentrate for the rest of the day.

My main focus is going to have to be not grinning like an idiot because I will definitely give myself away.

But how can I not smile when I just had one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life. That was seriously amazing and I feel like it was still rather tame, apart from the small punishment.

Actually I think that part might have been a little too much for Steve, we may have to take a little more time working up to things.

But Steve...fucking hell Captain Rogers!

Even though I took most of the control he still made it better than most of the other guys I've been with. And by most I mean everyone who isn't Bucky.

And honestly, give him some time and experience and I think he can even give Bucky a run for his money.

I honestly can't believe I got this lucky to be able to have both of them.

After I shower I grab my sheets from my bed and replace them with a clean set. I check the login for the laundry room and see that Wanda is currently washing so I'll have to wait to get mine in. In the meantime I decide to head down and see if I can get any information on whatever crazy deal they seem to have with Loki and on what conditions he's allowed to be here. I really should have been informed on this before but better late than never.

I'm passing by our archival room, which is really just an excuse for Tony to put up more pictures of himself in battle, though he manages to put others up there too. It's like a museum of pictures of the Avengers, cute but also totally narcissistic...which I think describes Tony pretty well. But what catches my attention isn't the pictures, it's the person inside that shouldn't be in there, at least not alone.

"Loki?" I ask, wondering if I should be concerned that he's unsupervised

He turns around, looking like he just got caught, but then a huge smile comes across his face when he sees it's me. "Midgardian." he says, a mischievous look in his eyes.

"It's Cali." I say, though I oddly don't hate him calling me Midgardian. It kind of makes me feel cool.

"I'm aware, as three men shouted it at me." Loki says, making it clear that's just going to be his nickname for me now.

"Shouldn't you be on a leash?" I tease, looking around for any SHIELD agents possibly knocked out on the ground.

Loki's eyes narrow and oddly enough he doesn't seem insulted by the comment. "Is that an invitation?" he says with a smile, and I'm really starting to like this guy more and more. "I snuck away, their talk was getting a little dull."

"I'm surprised they haven't sent a search party." I reply. Based on the way they reacted to him being near me you would think they'd keep him in handcuffs the entire time.

As if already knowing what I'm thinking Loki lifts his arm, revealing a small cuff around his wrists. "They know exactly where I am."

A tracking device. Makes sense.

"So it's not really sneaking away." I say, slightly less impressed by him.

Loki laughs, and then leans back against the desk, the smile on his face never leaving. "So, who is it then?"

I give him a questioning look, wondering what he's referring to. "Who is what?"

"Who is the person you were using me to make jealous?"