When Loki says he is about taking things more slowly, it feels like a jolt for Natasha. Not because she has any issues with what is happening between them. She too is more than ready for all that is about to happen, but because it resonates so much deeper. No one had ever stripped her so utterly bare before. Her heart, mind and soul exposed and open as a raw nerve, resonating at the exact same tune as her body. It's there and ripe for the plucking as easily as she is. At first Natasha didn't realize it. She saw all the connections and all the ways in which they fell and folded together so neatly, but never once had she ever been more vulnerable with someone so quickly as she was now.

Had she ever been so vulnerable in her life? Surly not with Banner who she attempted to offer a little bit of her heart and body to and was so quickly dumped into a bath of cold hard icy truth. She wasn't good enough, not hardly enough. From then on she stayed so very closed off to anything that might have come her way, that Natasha only allowed her pleasure to happen on missions, and rare one offs. Nothing like this, no one ever like Loki.

As she stole heartbeat after heartbeat from the way he looked after her, she trembled slightly on top of him. "I want you too, more than I have wanted anything in a long, long time." Sliding back, she slipped over his tip and then beyond offering one final tease before reaching back. Her body was so slick by now that as soon as she steadied him, her body descended on his easily. In one slick movement, she took every long, thick inch of him inside her. "Oh, fuck, Loki." She moaned and had to still herself, letting only the walls of her cunt tighten and wave around his cock. "I need this. I need you. Fuck me, and don't let me remember. All I want is you, make me yours."