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New York Fun Times [closed to hashisreasons]

Honestly? She was not in the mood for dealing with SHIELD or the Avengers when she arrived to... volunteer her services for being an escort for Loki. She understood the basic principal - he had attacked one of the most visible cities on Earth and caused a lot of damage and there needed to be reparations for such a thing - but if they wanted him to improve in behaviour, such restrictions were not the way to do it. They would only cause resentment and further problems.

And so she showed up to take him out. She didn't think they expected that...

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"Diana!"

Loki's eyes clenched shut as he felt the wave of pleasure hit him hard. His whole body shuddered and he reached for one of her hands, threading their fingers together. He couldn't explain it, squeezing their hands together tightly as he felt his body relax beneath her. His lips curled up in a smile as he felt himself let go for the first time in a very long time.

His arms wound around her and he held her close, hands loosely on her as he panted.

Her own breathing was heavy, clinging to him as she felt herself slowly come back down from that dizzying high. Clinging was the right words, hands tracing lightly down the heavy scores from her own nails. She could see the harsh red marks on his neck for her bites, and she raised a hand to trace them.

"I think I have branded you."

"You enjoy that, don't you?" Loki laid there, letting his breathing slowly come back to him. One hand moved up and down her back, gently stroking it as he allowed his body to recover from their wild lovemaking. The Asgardian moved, resting his cheek against her shoulder, not wanting to get up anytime soon.

"There's a pleasure in it," she admitted, still running her fingers softly along one of the marks. She wondered if she bore his marks - very likely - and the wonder brought a soft laughter to her when she considered the look on the faces when they finally showed up again.

Loki was quiet for the longest time, contemplating many things as he laid there with Diana in his arms. He thought briefly of the others, the look they would give him when he showed up vastly late and in such a state. A part of him wanted to find some excuse to come shirtless, stating his uniform had been torn in some capacity just to show them. And yet, he didn't want to sully her in anyway.

He wondered what Thor and the others would think of him. He wondered in a small way what may happen to him. He wondered a lot of things and none of them were probably good things to dwell on, and yet he did. He really felt immensely lucky with Diana. He felt a feeling he didn't think he'd get to feel again with any one else.

He didn't want to lose it.

She watched him, and raised her hand to his face.

"Don't turn inward."

His eyes closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled as he kissed her palm. "I am just having thoughts," he murmured. Yet, he knew she was right. "Are you not?"

"Yes," she answered simply, stretching her leg and lazily hooking it over his, entwining them together. "But you have that look on your face, when your thoughts are bothering you." It's said softly, without any accusation but only care. "I would have you unplagued, for tonight at least."

"Unplagued. You say it that way and I feel like I have a virus," he teased her. "The Aether isn't inside of me." He chuckled, leaning up to gently kiss her, lips brushing with hers easily enough. He loved that she was feeling so relaxed enough that she wanted to intertwine with him. It felt good. "I was just considering what may happen when I return to Thor and the others."

Diana paused. She ... had been considering that as well.

"They will be shocked at the marks," she teased gently, trying to reassure him.

"I... I don't care what they think, though their amusement does have it's benefits." He glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow. "I only care of your thoughts."

Diana gave a soft laugh. "Does it make me shallow to admit that I like the look of them?" She touched one, gently, a nail lightly scraping along it.

"Oh yes. So very shallow." Loki smirked up at her, enjoying the way that she touched him. "How dare you," he stated, rolling his eyes up at her and not bothering to hide his actions. "You are such a brute."

"Whatever shall you do with me?" She laughed, teasing back as easily as he teased her. "Do I bear marks?"

"You do. Though, not as bad as mine, I'd dare say. You have longer fingernails." He smiled up at her. "I should be asking what you shall do with me. Am I not yours now?"

"I think we may be each other's," she said softly, looking at him. "I quite like the idea."

Loki's quiet, staring up at her, getting lost in his thoughts again. Or her eyes. It could be a little of both. He smiled as he reached up, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. He watches her, feeling lucky to have her in his life and almost not wanting to leave her side. He would have to, eventually. For all his wording and bluster, he did love and care for his brother very much, so much sometimes he didn't even want to admit to Thor.

"Should order some room service. A goddess needs to be fed," he murmured. He was trying to joke, to keep things light with her. If he did that, he didn't have to think about saying goodbye.

"We will need to put something on," she says lightly, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, before - somehow still graceful despite the obvious tired movment - rising from the bed to reach the phone to call for service. She glanced over at him, smirking a little. "People glance your way all the time, I shouldn't give them more reason for it."

It's light, a tease, spoken with fondness. So much so.

"Is there anything you would like?" She comes back over with the small menu provided.

"Do we have to? I think seeing me alone might be a tip for the staff." He laughed, scooting up into a sitting position as he watched her move. "Ah, the jealous type. I never pegged you for that," he teased.

He scoots to either make room for her or welcome her in his lap, her choosing. His head shakes slightly as he bites on his bottom lip. "Oh, no. I daresay, I'm not that hungry. Yet." Loki winked slightly at her.

"Eggs. I have enjoyed those in the past. Or... What's the thing with the syrup?"

She sits close - not quite in his lap but near enough.

"Eat and then we can consider spending more energy," she presses two fingers to his lips, eyebrows raised in the semi challenge it is.

"Pancakes? You would like pancakes?"

Loki nodded his head, not saying another word. Clearly, she had a method to her madness. For now, he would sit back and enjoy. For soon enough, Thor would be wanting him to return.

He smirked at her, a twinkle in his eyes as he nodded his head in agreement. Yes, he would like pancakes. And did, actually, once or twice.

She smiled and nodded, reaching over him to get the phone to make the call for food. It didn't take long.

"We will need to put something on to answer the door."

Loki smirked at her. "Oh, can I speak now?" He chuckled and moved to stand up, stretching his long arms over his head, almost like a cat in his movements. His eyes close and he relaxes a little, enjoying the stretch before slowly easing out of it.

Rolling his eyes at her, Loki waved a hand over himself. Using his magic, he conjured a bathrobe in dark black and green colors, tied at his waist and covering him down to his knees. "Better," he said sarcastically.

She watches him as he stretches, enjoying the way his body moves. She gives a nod when the bathrobe appears, and that smirk of hers reappears.

"Now I need not worry of people gaping."

"Goddess, the only one I want gaping is you." Loki grinned and crawled back onto the bed, hovering over her. Thought it was magically conjured, she would be able to reach up and feel the black terry cloth beneath her fingers. One hand reached out to stroke her jaw as he leaned in, lips brushing lightly against her forehead.

He really wished he could just stay here with her forever, but even he would admit that maybe, just maybe he'd miss Thor. Just Thor.

"Diana," he purred softly, her name a bit of a prayer on his tongue. "What else do you have on your agenda? Other than me, here with you, ravishing you over and over again." His lips trailed down her temple to her earlobe, lightly sucking it into his mouth. His teeth grazed the soft flesh.

"Tell me, goddess. What can I do to please you?" There were very few that he'd actively worship in any capacity. She was one of them.

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