california 02 // loki's romanoff prelude

seventeen // the bad guys

Somehow, they made it back to their room. The second Loki shut the door, Natasha pushed him back against it, her mouth pressing hard against his. He heard himself make a low noise in the base of his throat as her lips parted against his, but he was too engrossed to be embarrassed. He had never felt so alive, so intrigued, so curious.

This wasn't like other times. This was fast, hungry, hot. Her tongue was filling his throat completely, he could feel her nose pressed tightly against his, her hands running through his hair. He felt his knees give way and he slid down, back still pressed against the door, still in his soaking clothes. Their lips never parted, his hands were all over her, he was touching her but at the same time not really feeling her, her body against his own ...

He moaned as her teeth nibbled his lower lip; he kissed her ear and he let her hands roam anywhere she wanted. He let her kiss wherever she wanted. His own hands were out of his control, spreading across her perfect perfect body, across that smooth silk skin, like she was a landscape and he was committing every landmark to memory.

Fast, hungry, hot. His heart was in his throat, his heart was hers completely.

After a while, she moved her mouth from his to whisper, 'Is it alright if we get into the bed?'

The bed. Desire ran through every part of him, but at the same time ...

She caught his look. She pushed herself off of him, but he grabbed her waist, holding her there.

'I'm sorry,' she said, 'that sounded really creepy ...'

'No,' he whispered. 'No, it wasn't creepy.'

'Yes, it was. You must think I'm such a slut,' she said, and as she ran her tongue over her lips, he felt warmth light him up in the scariest of places. 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, oh my God. Are you okay? I didn't even think.'

He sat up, feeling wretched. 'No, it's just - I didn't think it would be-' he swallowed. 'I didn't think it would be like this.'

'Like what?'

Like this. Like the feelings in places of his body he didn't know existed, the warmth lighting up in all different areas. How could he explain it to her? He had always thought of men as dominant during sex, but here they were.

'Baby, don't worry about it,' Natasha whispered, leaning forwards and kissing his cheek. 'I'm sorry. We can just sleep.'

'Will it hurt you?'

Her lips parted. Her eyelashes trembled.

'Have I upset you?' he asked.

'No.' She laughed. 'God, no. You're just so unlike other guys.'

He didn't know how to reply to that. 'So does it hurt?'

She hesitated. 'Not really.'

'Not really?'

She kissed his cheek again. 'You could never hurt me.'

He suddenly remembered something else. 'I don't have anything to - I mean - I don't want you to get-'

'I won't get pregnant. I had surgery, remember?'

'Oh.' There was a little silence as they clung together, awkward and unsure. Loki pushed a damp lock of hair out of his eyes. 'I spoiled the mood, didn't I?'

Natasha didn't reply. In response, she simply leaned in and kissed him, gripping the front of his shirt. Tugging him towards the bed.

He loved her, had he never noticed that?

'I adore you,' he heard her mumble against his neck.

'I love you,' he whispered back.