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Darcy woke up abruptly, a loud gasp leaving her lips as her eyes opened. Frantically, she scrambled to the side of the bed and reached out to turn on the lamp. Okay, Darcy, nothing here, she thought to herself as wide blue eyes darted around the familiar room that was now hers in Avengers tower. Just that stupid nightmare again. She willed herself to calm down and did a few breathing exercises that Dr. Banner had shown her a few weeks ago when her dreams had started affecting her sleep pattern. They seemed to work, but images of a cruel monster with some sort of fetish for gems attempting to kill her still rattled around her brain.
With a sigh she shoved back the blankets, swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. There was only one way to release the tension and shake loose the remains of the nightmare.
She needed to dance.
Quietly she changed from her pajamas to a pair of short black exercise shorts and a bright pink sports bra. She slipped on a pair of flip flops and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and a towel. The last item she grabbed was her iPod before exiting the room.
The large exercise room was located a floor below so she made her way down the hall to the staircase. As she walked, Darcy flipped through her playlists trying to decide what type of music would suit her mood. Down the stairs she went discarding song after song, unhappy with the rhythms that usually were top choices for dancing.
She entered the well-lit gym, noting that tonight there seemed to be no Avengers finding it hard to sleep either. A soft grunt from across the room alerted her to the fact that she wasn’t completely alone.
Turning her head she eyed the tall, lean form of Loki working with the free weights. His back was to her and she took a moment to admire his shirtless form. His arms moved fluidly and the ripple of muscle along his back made her hands itch to trace their movements. Black sweatpants hung low on his hips and Darcy unconsciously licked her lips.
“Hey, Loki,” she said as she continued on into the room and received a grunt in reply. Shrugging it off, Darcy wandered over to the large floor space in the corner. She dropped her water and towel in front of the giant mirrored wall and hooked her iPod into the iPod Home that sat on the floor. With a few taps on the screen a slow, deliberate rhythm began to play.
Darcy took a couple steps out to the center of the floor then turned to face the mirrors. She took a deep breath and released it along with the dream then began to move to the sound.
Loki watched from the corner of his eye as the young assistant of Jane Foster made the music come alive. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, perfectly matching the erotic beat that played. Rounded hips swung and thrust even as she arched and reached for an invisible lover. He’d never seen a dance like this on Asgard.
Her whole demeanor took on new life as she moved and he noticed for the first time, that the woman who hid beneath bulky sweaters and eyeglasses was more beautiful than he first thought. And he was surprised to feel more than a spark of lust for her.
Darcy felt Loki’s attention on her and though her heart rate increased she fought the urge to search for him. The music was loud, hypnotic, taking her over and if she fantasized a little about dancing just for him no one would be the wiser.
He watched a few moments longer before grabbing his water bottle up from the floor, taking a healthy swig and moving a little further away from Darcy.
Screwed into the wall was a pulley system of sorts. Two handles were attached to the ropes and he reached up to grasp them. He planted his feet firmly against the wall and dropped back so that he was hanging at roughly a thirty degree angle from the floor.
With little effort Loki began to do pull-ups, using his body weight in place of actual weights. He lost track of how many reps he was doing when the song that was playing switched over to a new track and her voice sounded right next to him.
“You make that look easy,” she said gesturing at his movements. She smelled lightly of salt and sweat, a combination that made him think of darkened rooms and breathy moans. He hardened fully when he imagined what sounds she might make for him.
“I’ve been training my body for more than a thousand years, Miss Lewis,” he responded breathing evenly despite the sweat rolling off of him. “This is one of the easier exercises I’ve done.”
He felt rather than saw the way she eyed him from head to toe and back again. When he glanced at her face there was a hint of mischievousness on it.
“Could you do it with added weight?” Never once stopping his motion he let himself return the look she had given him and had the pleasure of watching shapely thighs tighten in response. Two could definitely play this game.
“Climb up and find out,” he challenged, thinking she’d realize who she was dealing with and excuse herself from the gym. “Don’t be shy now,” he smirked at her pausing as he hung from the ropes.
Lust flared through her, causing her thighs to clench and her breath to hitch. Fuck, he was hot and dangerous. Despite the changes he was making there was still something wild and untamed about Loki that excited her. Admittedly, had excited her since he returned from Asgard with Thor and Jane.
He’d thrown down the gauntlet, thinking she would back down. He didn’t know her very well at all. But he would when this – whatever it was that sparked between them – was over. Darcy Lewis never backed down from a challenge.
Brazenly, she reached to place her hands over his on the handles and straddled him. Looking down she noted the hungry glint in his eyes and grinned down at him. “Ready when you are, Mischief.”
He leered back, appreciating her form above his. “You’ll have to actually sit, Darcy if you want the full experience.”
Darcy held his stare as she slowly lowered herself over him, gasping when his erection nestled between her legs. Holy hell, he was big. And hot. Did she say hot already? Fuuuuck.
He jerked his hips slightly when she was fully seated, making them both squirm before settling once again. Clothing was no defense against the dampness of her desire that already surrounded him. He grit his teeth in an effort to maintain his grip on the handles and what was left of his sanity.
“Wrap your legs around my waist and hold on tight,” he bit out more sharply than he intended and when she followed his direction he once more began to move.
Again his motions appeared easy but Darcy could feel the strain in his body, see it on his face, and she was sure that it wasn’t because of her weight. Each time he pulled them upwards she rolled her hips, she couldn’t help it. She needed the friction, and if the way his pupils were dilated were any sort of clue, he did too.
On the fifth pull up, her hands slipped and landed on his shoulders causing her to lean forward and giving him a view straight down the front of her sports bra. She gasped at the contact and wiggled trying to steady herself on him once again. Arousal pulsed through Loki at her movements making him groan and curse the fabric between them.
“Unwrap your legs,” he growled hoarsely. Darcy immediately did so and barely had time to blink when he released the handles, wrapping his arms about her before landing on the exercise mat beneath him.
Loki rolled, keeping himself between her parted thighs as he tucked her under him. He balanced on his forearms and took in the way her lips were parted in a little ‘o’ and blue eyes that glittered with the same desire he was feeling.
Darcy had never been so turned on in her entire life. He was staring at her like a starving man, and oh god, did she want to be eaten. When he rocked his hips into her she slid her hands up to the back his neck and tugged him down for a kiss, showing him without words what she wanted.
He kissed her deeply, hungry for the taste of her. Over and over again their mouths met as he slid one hand beneath her sports bra to palm a breast. He broke the kiss, mouth trailing down her neck to lick and suck. Roughly, Loki pushed up the bra bra exposing soft, round breasts to his gaze before sucking one taut nipple into his mouth.
“Oh god,” she moaned as sensation shot through her. “More of that.” Darcy felt more than saw the wicked grin on Loki’s face.
“As the lady commands,” he growled as he grabbed at the waist band of her shorts, shoving them down while his mouth lavished her aching breasts with attention.
Once her shorts were off Loki slid a hand between them, cupping her intimately. Darcy gasped and arched against him, letting the heel of his palm rub against her clit.
His touch made her burn.
His mouth set her on fire.
Loki kissed his way down to where his fingers were currently dancing erotically over her sensitive flesh.
“You are positively dripping, darling,” he breathed before leaning down to replace his fingers with his mouth.
Darcy’s legs opened wider and one hand came down to grip the back of his head, holding him to her while he licked the most intimate part of her.
“Oh. Oh god, Loki!” she gasped and shivered when he sucked on her clit, driving her pleasure higher than before. Again and again he brought her to the peak, but never let her go over it.
Darcy pleaded and begged and tugged on Loki’s hair as she strained towards an orgasm that he kept teasing her with. While he tasted her his hands wandered, touching where they could and leaving her aching for more.
Loki brought her to the edge one last time before lifting his head and pulling back. Her quiet ‘No!’ filling the air and causing him to chuckle lightly as he moved to take off his sweatpants before settling back down between her legs.
Both of them gasped at the skin to skin contact. “Loki, please…I need…” she moaned when he rubbed his rigid shaft between the lips of her sex.
“I know, love,” he ground out, overwhelmed by the way her eyes were lit with desire for him. The tangy-sweet taste of her lingered in his mouth and the way she squirmed beneath him nearly made his control snap.
Darcy watched Loki fighting to stay in control of his lust. His green eyes closed momentarily as she brought her legs up to once more wrap around him.
“Don’t make me wait,” she begged, blue eyes wide on his handsome face. Her hands rested on his shoulders while he slipped a hand between them.
Loki lined himself up at her opening before meeting her eyes once more. Wordlessly he asked permission, causing Darcy’s heart to constrict.
“Yes, Loki.” She whimpered as he slowly entered her. Darcy could feel the heavy hardness stretching her and it felt so damn good. She couldn’t stop squeezing him with her inner muscles once he was seated fully inside of her.
“Damn Darcy, you are so incredibly tight,” he groaned, balancing on his forearms and fighting the urge to move so as to give her time to adjust to him. Gods above, he thought, she felt better than anything he’d ever touched before.
“Loki,” she murmured, “if you don’t start moving…” Darcy rolled her hips up into him and Loki stopped thinking altogether.
Slowly at first then with increasing speed and strength, Loki drove into her. He dipped his head to claim her mouth again, swallowing her cries of ecstasy and letting her taste herself on his lips.
Darcy thought she couldn’t get more turned on then she already was, but tasting herself on him, knowing he had thoroughly enjoyed the act of pleasuring her orally made this kiss hotter than any she’d had before.
Breathing hard, Loki tore his mouth from hers and stared down at her. She was beautiful like this, he thought, seeing her skin glisten and listening to the erotic sounds she made beneath him. She felt exquisite, so warm and wet and eager for him, Loki knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He slid a hand between them again, gently stroking her already inflamed desire.
“Fuck, yes,” she whimpered and tightened her legs around him. Her hands gripped his hips trying to pull him deeper while she moved to meet his every thrust.
“Come with me, Darcy,” he commanded, feeling the edge of his own orgasm nearing.
His voice, his command was the final push for Darcy. Arching her back, she came, his name on her lips. She shivered with the strength of it, the walls of her sex pulsing around him in waves.
Loki felt her contracting around his cock and gave a final thrust, spilling himself inside of her. “Darcy,” he whispered harshly, trying to catch his breath while he rode out the intense climax.
They came down slowly from the sexual high and Loki gently rolled to his back taking Darcy with him and tucking her into his side.
“Didn’t take you for a snuggler,” she mumbled. She moved so that one hand rested on his chest, fingers lazily combing through the smattering of hair there. One leg rested across his thighs and Loki felt the stirrings of desire for her again.
“I wouldn’t have taken you for a dancer either, Darcy.” Loki stroked his fingers down her side, smirking at the way she shivered at his touch.
“Most people don’t. My mother enrolled me in dance when I was three years old. I continued with it until I went off to Culver. Now it’s a way to relieve stress or worry.” That last bit was said around a yawn and she wiggled a bit closer to the heat of Loki’s body. The gym was not warm enough for her comfort.
Loki glanced down, noting the tiredness in her eyes. He would have much preferred to have her again, but not when she appeared so worn out.
“Come, I’ll walk you back to your rooms,” he said, sitting up and forcing her to sit up with him. She grumbled a bit but when he handed her the shorts and sports bra, she stood and slipped into them. Loki stepped into his pants and sneakers as well and went to gather Darcy’s flip flops and iPod.
Handing them to her, he led the way out of the gym to the elevator. Darcy didn’t say much but it was obvious something had either kept her awake or woken her earlier if she needed to dance in the middle of the night.
Side by side they rode the elevator, and when they reached her floor she led the way to her room. All the while Darcy thought about inviting Loki into her room. The remnants of the nightmare still lingered despite the physical workout her body had been through and she felt surprisingly safe in his presence.
“Loki, I…” she searched for words, but wasn’t sure what to say in light of what happened between them. Plus having those intense green eyes looking at her seemed to tie her tongue in knots.
“Loki,” she began again, ignoring the jump in her stomach when he gave her a concerned look.
“Yes, Darcy?” She looked a bit fragile standing before him, tired and a little anxious. Something was going on in her head and he wondered what it was.
“Stay with me?”
He grinned slowly. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
Darcy nodded and when he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear she knew he’d stay with her. The nightmare could rot, she thought when he slowly leaned in to kiss her lips. It probably didn’t mean anything anyway.
Later, when dawn began to break over New York City, the new lovers finally succumbed to sleep unaware that the real nightmare was edging ever closer.