There is absolutely no imagining the closeness that has somehow developed in the space between them. It wraps around them like a stunning warm blanket, made of the timeless fibers within the roots that Loki has spread across the universe. It binds them together here and now in a way that Natasha has never felt before. She longs for Loki not only in body, but in her very soul. He's somehow become a yin to her yang and she can already feel it within this first meeting. She never thought in a million years that she'd find a person that she would want to call home, but there is hope here.

There is deep hope as her body slides along Loki's, clenching and dancing through her first orgasm, singing his praise and the way she feels. All of it truth. Loki is doing nothing but bringing her all the godly pleasure that only he can offer. When he flips them, she lets out a small surprised gasp-- but then merely wraps her legs around him and digs her fingers up into his hair. "Fuck yes, Loki. Like this. Oh yes."

When he begins to slow down, she can feel how long and full he takes her. It reminds her of being done in every way possible. One day she'll mention that to him. He has full access to every part of her body. Leaning up she bites down on his shoulder, and sucks up a long dark mark. She knows that he can heal it quickly, but to see it at all-- to think of him as hers for any amount of seconds makes her proud. Her body begins to tighten again, and she can feel another roll of pleasure building. He's remarkable at riding right along that little ridge just inside her. Just a little bit longer. Nat forces herself not to come, wanting to edge herself as he runs slow and deep, stroking her fire higher with every slice of his hips.