Doesn't Play Well With Tricksters

13 - Room For Two

((A/N - Fair warning, readers. This one's going to be racy. Skip if you don't want to read the smut-filled bits.))

Rachel tried her hardest to remain still, not wanting to make things even more awkward when Loki, calm and collected as usual, was more intent on reading her notes than noticing how suggestive their positions were.

He, however, didn't seem to care, as he used every opportunity to jostle her around. He leaned in to move the laptop closer. He turned his attention to the tray long enough to pour himself a half a glass of the dark brown liquid, topping it off with a bit of soda and a few ice cubes, then turned back to the screen. He reached past her to click to the next page of her notes, his breath brushing against her neck momentarily.

Damn it. He wasn't even trying and he was driving her crazy.

"Rachael?" He asked.

"Hmm?" She answered, wondering if his voice really sounded that husky or if she was just hearing what she wanted to hear.

"How did you wake me up?"

She swallowed the thickness in her throat and thought about lieing.

"Did you kiss me?" He asked, rushing her hair aside, as if the jumbled mess was blocking his view.

She sighed, knowing he'd be able to tell if she were lieing. "Yes," she answered.

"Well, that's not good." He reached forward to click to another page.

She huffed.

"I meant that I don't remember it." He leaned in closer, brushing his lips against her ear as he spoke. "Was it, at least, enjoyable?"

"Well, you were asleep at the time, so I won't hold it against you." She answered.

"Perhaps I should be allowed to make up for it." He whispered, turning her chin toward him.

For a moment, sitting in his lap with his arms around her, she couldn't think of a single reason to protest. Instead, she turned toward him and let his hand move to the back of her neck, gently guiding her mouth toward his.

The moment their lips touched, she knew she was lost. He was gentle yet firm, without the slightest hesitation.

She pressed her hands to his chest as he turned her to face him, their lips never parting for more than a few seconds.

He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth as if there were no question if she would allow him entrance.

Not the she was complaining in the least. Deep down, she knew the tiniest excuse would have her running fast and far away.

She didn't want an excuse. She didn't want an easy reason to step away. She didn't want him to stop.

"We may still be feeling the effects of the spell." He whispered. "Didn't the Sleeping Beauty instantly fall into the Prince's arms?"

"Something like that." She answered, moving her legs until she was straddling his lap.

"I'm not complaining, mind you." He groaned, pulling her close enough that she could feel his arousal pressing against the juncture of her thighs.

She moaned, wanting nothing more than to be rid of the barriers separating them.

"I just don't want you feeling as if I took advantage of the situation."

She moaned again, silencing his protests by capturing his mouth. This time it was her lips pressing against his, her tongue delving into his mouth to savor the sweetly masculine flavor waiting there. Her hips grinding against his.

His hands gripped her ass, guiding her thrusts to give them both as much pleasure as the confines of the chair would allow.

She lifted her mouth from his, gasping for air as she neared an orgasm harder and faster than any other she could remember.

"Please," she begged, clutching his shoulders.

"Yes," He growled. "Come for me. Come for me."

She threw her head back and let loose a squeal as waves of pleasure filled euphoria pulsed through her body,  leaving her both satisfied and hungry for so much more.

He held her flat against his body as she rode out the orgasm and slowly returned to earth.

"Damn." She panted, wondering if she would even survive anything more than the earth shattering experience she'd just felt.

"I second that." Loki smiled, his hands still tightly gripping her ass. "However, I think we had better take this elsewhere."

A blinding swirl of neon green light later, she found them (chair and all) transported to a room that was unmistakably Loki's. Green and gold covered nearly every surface she could see and the surfaces themselves were as extravagant as any palace could ever be.

Before she could speak so much as a word, he was nuzzling into her neck, placing kisses along her collarbone and scraping his teeth against the sensitive flesh where her neck and shoulder met.

She laced her hands into his hair, holding him in place as he  continued his delicious assault on her senses.

"Don't stop." She whimpered as he set her feet on the floor.

"Absolutely not." He answered, reaching for the bottom hem of her shirt and pulling it up and over her head.

He then pulled her back against him, rubbing his hands up and down her back while feasting his eyes on the skin now laid out before him.

His hands gripped her ass again, eliciting a gasp that brought a smile to his lips. "I need you to be sure this is what you want."

She looked deep into his eyes, seeing there the same lust she knew was evident in hers. "I want this." She answered, reaching for his zipper.

"Well, if you are sure," he waved his hand, dismissing every bit of clothing either of them had on and pulled her toward him.

Just as he was bending to lift her into his arms, intent on making use of the luxurious bed just a few feet from them, something about the room shifted, drawing her attention.

"Damn," he whispered, looking around at their quickly desolving surroundings.  "Looks like we're out of time."