You reappeared standing in your bedroom. You still didn't know how Loki managed to have you reappear standing when you'd been sitting on the couch, but you'd learned not to question things about your chaotic trickster boyfriend.

The moment you reappeared, Loki's arms were pulling you to him, one remained wrapped around your waist, while his fingers wound in your hair, tilting your head back. You gasped as your arms went around his neck as he bent to kiss you. You stood up on your toes to meet him halfway, your warm lips pressing to his cold ones. As always, he tasted of mint and a crisp winter's day. Your fingers stroked his hair and he legitimately purred into the kiss. He always melted anytime someone he trusted played with his hair. And you had turning Loki into a purring puddle of happiness down to a science.

Loki tugged harder on your hair, making you gasp as he broke the kiss to trail kisses down your jawline. He nibbled on your earlobe before he kissed his way down your neck. He nipped at the sensitive spot on your neck and you made an indecent moan as your fingers tightened in his hair. He was supporting you now, holding you tightly to him. His kisses always made your knees weak, and more when he was trying. He was trying now and you could feel the hardness of him through his pants. He wanted this as much as you did.

He finally broke the kisses when you tried to move to get his lips back on yours. He stepped back at your pathetic needy mew with a chuckle. He knew how to push your buttons exactly right just as you knew how to push his.

A second and a shimmer of green magic later, he was lounging on your bed, his ankles crossed, his fingers laced behind his head, clearly awaiting a show. He hadn't forgotten the bag of lingerie it seemed. "You owe me a fashion show, my darling," he purred when you hesitated.

"So you haven't forgotten about that..." you grumbled, tempted to just climb on the bed and on top of him and return to your kisses.

"No. I have not," he chuckled. You saw his smirk, and knew that he caught what you truly wanted to do. And knew he wouldn't go for it. "I wish to see what you purchased, darling," he told you warmly, with a look of hungry interest.

You sighed heavily. "Fine fine, troublesome danger noodle," you grumbled at him, knowing you wouldn't get another kiss until you did as he wanted. And really, it wasn't an unreasonable request. You'd bought the lingerie to impress him with anyway. Might as well show him. Besides, you'd been drinking the contraceptive potion Loki had taught you how to make once you'd gotten to the stage in your relationship where you needed it. He took his as well. Neither of you wanted unplanned children.

You dug in the back of your closet for where you'd hidden the pink bag and briefly cursed Nat again for making you buy the items inside. You caught Loki's smirk as you ducked into the bathroom to rifle through the bag and choose something to show him. Nat had made you pick a selection. You finally found something that fit your needs and shyly put it on. Sexy lingerie wasn't something you were comfortable with. Hell, you still weren't used to dresses. You were a jeans and t-shirt girl all the way, and showing off your body made you uncomfortable.

Showing it off to your god of a boyfriend?

That was nearly unbearable.

He was so gorgeous without even trying.

And there was no way you could compare.

You stepped shyly out of your bathroom in a sheer, nearly see-through black lacy babydoll and matching black panties. You had to admit that the black was a sharp contrast to your too pale skin and purple eyes, your hair curling loose down your back instead of in it's usual ponytail. And you had to admit that you didn't look half bad. Which meant that Loki would probably love it and thing you looked exquisite in it. For some reason, he thought you attractive.

Loki was naked on your bed when you returned, still lounging in the same position. You should've expected him to be showing off, too. He was a drama queen and showing off was in his nature. You took a moment to appreciate the view. His form was slim, but muscled, you could see the definition of his abs as your eyes trailed down his pale skin, to the line of black hair from his belly button leading to things much lower. Loki's eyes grew wide when he took in the sight of you showing off for him and you could see his already impressive member stand straighter in anticipation.

But then he saw your expression and his softened from his hunger to something gentler as he stood from the bed to come to you, striding across the room in moments. His fingers caressed your cheek as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Why so shy, kitten?" he asked you gently. He was always immensely patient about not pushing you too far too fast and while you'd had sex plenty of times, this seemed different somehow. You hesitated, trying to figure out how to explain to him why this felt different. "Talk to me, love. I cannot help if I don't know what's bothering you," he coaxed you gently.

You gestured to the lingerie you were wearing. "This isn't me. This showing off and putting my body on display... It's... not me," you tried to explain, feeling self conscious and turning even more red.

Loki's fingers were under your chin, gently tilting your head up to make you look at him. "It's alright, darling. It's just a bit of fun, a bit of teasing to add a touch of spice. I hardly expect you to dress like this all the time," he teased you gently and kissed your forehead. "And I think you are exquisite no matter what you wear, so put those thoughts that you are not attractive out of your mind,"

"Cheater," you grumbled, assuming he'd eavesdropped.

Loki chuckled and leaned down to kiss you softly. "It is not cheating when your emotions are written all over your face, kitten," he told you warmly and kissed you again. This time you stood up on your toes to meet him, your arms automatically going around his neck. Loki lifted you easily, allowing your legs to wrap around his bare waist as he kissed you. "Now, would you allow me the immense honor of permitting me to enjoy the fantastic view while you ride me wearing nothing but this fantastic Midgardian garment?" he purred when he broke the kiss. He was giving you the opportunity to withdraw consent, to tell him you were uncomfortable.

"Yes, trickster, I will grant you that boon," you teased in a breathy purr in his ear.

He grinned and carried you effortlessly to the bed, kissing you hungrily as he climbed on the bed and settled against the headboard with you straddling his lap. Your fingers wound in his hair and you tugged, eliciting a moan deep in his throat as his hands explored your body, caressed the silky fabric covering your skin. He was so hard and needy already, and became impossibly harder as you moved to nip the sensitive spot on his neck. He tilted his head back obediently as you sucked and kissed that spot. It was one of his weaknesses and had him a purring puddle of desire and need under you in moments. He was breathing heavily, his head thrown back in pleasure. His hips bucked, seeking relief and you could feel the wetness of his precum against your silky panties as he did.

You vanished the panties as you moved to kiss him properly, shifting to settle yourself over his massive cock. He let you set the pace as you eased onto him. He didn't often give over control, preferring to be on top, but he wanted to see you ride him in nothing but the silky babydoll. So once you had settled properly, easing his girth and the length of him inside you, you gave him what he wanted. You sat back on his thighs so he could look down the line of his body and see the sight he so desired.

He moaned in pleasure. "Please," he begged softly when you hadn't moved.

And so you rocked your hips slowly at first, but increasing the speed as his hips bucked, moving to match your pace. His hands gripped your arms and he pulled you down to him, to kiss you deeply. You moaned into the kiss as you stroked his hair. You kept your hips moving, kept the rhythm as you kissed him deeply. You felt a tightening in your core as the length of him engorged inside you, as he rubbed against that perfect sweet spot inside. Each thrust brought you closer and closer to pleasure.

He broke the kiss and gasped for air. "Please. Please, darling, I'm so close," he breathed in a moan. You would never deny him and shifted to worry at the sensitive spot on his neck, careful not to let your bloodlust get out of control at the pulse of his blood moving through his veins, at the power you could feel in his blood. Until his hand wound nearly cruelly in your hair and he pulled you to his throat. "Please,"

You knew what he wanted and despite your better judgement, your fangs extended and slid into his skin like a hot knife through butter. Under the euphoric properties of the vampire's bite, as his blood spilled, his cock inside you spasmed, spilling his seed as he brought you to climax, shuddering around him, milking his cock for ever last drop.

You had to focus quickly to come down from your high, to drink only what you needed of his blood, to seal the wound again before even he lost too much.

That done, you carefully eased yourself off of him and summoned proper pajamas for both of you. Loki was too trapped in the euphoric haze of the vampire's kiss to notice. You stroked his hair back from his face. "Noodle? Lokes? Are you alright?" you asked him gently.

He blinked quickly and seemed to come back to himself.

"I am absolutely perfect, my darling," he purred and pulled you into his arms beside him, your head resting on his chest, so you could both get some rest.