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Darcy's Dark Side	By : miladygrimm Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 10377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor nor any of the characters from it. This is a work of fanfiction and I make no money from it.

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The kiss smoldered. The heat of it crept along her lips and down her body. She should have been fighting him off. Tazering him for starters...pushing him away..something...anything! But she found her hands reaching up and gripping his shoulders of their own accord. She liked what he did to her. The way his fingers pulled at her hair, the way his chest crushed against hers. It made her head spin. And that kiss...by god.
It wasn't even a french kiss. No hint of tongue. Just the fierce brush of lips that ended as a harsh stamp of possession on her mouth. It felt incredible.
No it didn't, damnit, Darcy get a hold of yourself! This man snuck into her room wearing weird crazy clothes and claimed to by Mr. Hottie's little brother. No way. Not possible. Thor was tall, blond, and all...Nordic-like. With the muscles and everything! This man was slim and dark and...oh god there was the tongue.
He pressed his mouth to hers till her lips parted. He tilted his head and dove deeper to intensify the kiss. His tongue delved against hers to taste her, retreat and taste again. Her back ached and she had trouble breathing but it didn't matter. He felt good. He felt amazing. She made a sound that belonged in the throat of an animal and pulled him closer, wiggling to get her butt on the sink counter so she could wrap her legs around him.
Maybe he got what she was trying to do because that other hand gripped her hip and helped her up. Oh he may not have been big and blond but there was strength there.
Her legs slid around him. He stepped closer. Her mermaid princess towel slid up her thighs and began to part revealing her thighs in inches. The hand of his that helped her onto the counter snaked over that newly revealed flesh. It wasn't until his fingers touched the soft patch of hair between her legs that she broke from that kiss.
“Woah...woah woah woah.” She pushed at him. “Stop right there, mister.”
“Pardon?” He asked. His eyes were dark, his breath was coming short. His fingers were still on his thigh and it didn't seem like he was going to move them.
This was insane. Didn't matter who he was his hands should not be going there before they had some sort of...something. Relationship! Yeah, that was the word. Re-la-tion-ship! Not just any man got their hands on the good no matter how hot he was.
And he was totally that. Tall and slim but not in a creepy skelator way. His dark hair fell over his eyes which were giving her a glare that made her tremble.
“You don't want me to stop,” he said with certainty. “I can feel it.”
“Uh-huh. That's what rapists say. Off!”
He stepped back appearing more amused than anything. “I don't need to rape you. You want me.” He gave a shrug of utter confidence and released his hold on her. She stood up straight, trying to ignore the pain in her back
“Jeez cocky much?”
He raised his brow at her. “If you want to see for yourself...” his hand went to the brim of his pants.
“I said cocky...not cock...like...rooster strut and stuff. Know what? Never mind. Who are you and why are you in my room?”
“I've told you already, I am Loki.”
“Okay, that doesn't explain the why.”
“I believe I was very obvious about what I planned to do here.” He motioned between them. “This would work a lot better if we were in your bed.”
“What is this a vacation to you? Demi-god takes a booty call?”
“If you'd like.”
“You should go...”
“No. I shouldn't. I may take orders from some, little mortal girl. But I don't take them from you. You take them from me.” He gripped her towel and gave a sudden yank. In one flick of his wrist she stood there quite naked.
“Woah!” She made a grab for the towel.
“Oh please, do keep fighting for it. Your body bounces in a most delightful way.”
She went still and stood up, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can.”
He dropped the towel and scooped her up. Before she could protest they were on her bed. She was pretty sure he hadn't walked there. “Hey.”
“Shut up.” He growled in her ear. “And take it.” His long slim fingers danced down her chest till one thumb grazed across her nipple. His other hand clamped over her mouth.
“Give me two minutes.” He told her. “And if you are still saying no I'll leave. Two minutes and I'll be done.”
Logically she should tell him to go fuck a horse. But how many chances did a girl get to bag a demi-god? It wasn't like anyone else was going to complain and he was right about one thing. She did want it.
“Deal. But next time don't tell a girl you only need two minutes.”
He smirked at her, “Saucy tart. Now lay back, shut up, and let me seduce you.”
How did a girl argue with that?
He straddled her naked hips and she became suddenly aware that he was still completely clothed. It gave the moment a strange intimacy. She was bare before him on her bed of orange creamsicle sheets. His fingers slid over her hips and up beneath her breasts. He didn't touch them, his thumb and forefinger lay just beneath them. “You gonna get started?” She asked.
“Shut up,” he growls at her his eyes going dark. “Or I will gag you.”
“Promises promises...” she baited him.
“You don't believe I will.”
She shrugged, rolled her eyes, and gave an exaggerated yawn. “Keep talking demi-god...I'm gonna fall asleep in two minutes.”
Quicker than she could follow something slipped over her mouth and between her lips. It was silken, and green, the tie to her favorite robe. He wrapped it behind her head and tied it tight. She didn't stop him. She even lifted her head to help him.
“You want this,” he whispered in a tone that bordered on awe.
She didn't answer. She just lifted her arms and placed them above her head. With shaking fingers he took the ends of the robe sash and tied it around her wrists. It wouldn't pin them there, not really, but it would be a reminder that she wasn't to use them...that she was to lay there and take it.
Those finger trailed from her wrists over her her arms down to her sides.
“You're a curvy little mortal bit, aren't you?” He asked as his long fingered hands closed over her breasts. The warmth of his palms felt hot against her already puckered nipples. He rubbed them downwards until his thumb and forefinger encircled her nipple. The pinch started off lightly steadily increasing in pressure till she whimpered.
The pain was electric and shot from her nipples to her groin. When he let go he leaned down over her chest and licked the overstimulated nipple. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her legs seemed to spread of their accord.
“One minute...twelve seconds...and you're already spreading your legs. I win.”
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