Jane And Thor

Darcy flounced from the walk-in closet, smoothly wiping her smudged lipstick away with the pad of her thumb. Loki staggered out after her, somewhat pink cheeked, his usually slick hair all over the place.

A generous amount of red smeared around his mouth and collar.

Poor guy, Jane couldn't help but think as he stumbled past her. She didn't even want to think of what he'd had to endure under Darcy's torture for the last seven minutes. Although there had been a number of suggestive bumps and thuds to ignite her imagination. No wonder Loki looked so embarrassed!

She wriggled her shoulders uncomfortably as Darcy smoothed out the small piece of paper that bore Loki's number, folding it in half again and popping it back into the coffee mug. The temptress shuffled them with her fingers before she turned to Jane.

The astrophysicist gulped nervously.

"Your turn Jane." Darcy smirked mischeviously, holding out the mug to her demandingly.

Jane took it with a dull sense of dread. She'd pushed back her fate as far as possible, but now everyone had had a go and it was her turn. There was no escape; her fingers delved into the papery depths.

Of course, she knew who she wanted. It was just a matter of picking out the right damned number!

She wished she knew Natasha's secret. Everyone knew there was some sort of cheating going on when the spy had picked out Clint's number, the pair of them exchanging a knowing smirk as they'd stepped into the closet. Mind you, she thought, it was a mighty fine coincidence that Pepper got Tony when she picked. Although she thought the playboy billionaire had more to do with that one, if his smug grin was anything to go by. Jane made a mental note to ask him how he'd done it later.

Even Darcy's choice had been strangely fortunate. She'd just happened to pick the guy she'd been dropping suggestive hints to for weeks? Unfortunately for Loki, he wasn't good with subtle. Jane guessed this was Darcy's way of losing her patience.

Jane's round brown eyes glazed over a muscular blonde figure across the room as her middle and index finger trapped a piece of paper and pulled it into the open.

Thor was the only one left not to have been picked. Well, him, Steve and Bruce. Okay, maybe he wasn't the only one at all, but he was the only one Jane had eyes for. Jane crinkled her nose - what if she got Bruce? That was so not how she wanted to spend the evening, stealing awkward and embarrassing glances with the scientist until - well, let's face it, she thought with an inward sigh - the end of her life!

No; her ideal's were sat firmly on the God of Thunder, who was currently preoccupied with Darcy's iPod. He prodded the buttons lightly with his fingers, jumping every time a different tune of rave music blared through the earphones, discarded on the floor in front of him. God, he was so cute, Jane thought, biting her lip as she set the mug down. For someone who could rip the world apart he looked simply adorable when little, everyday things like television, phones and ... well, any sort of technology really, had him so helplessly confused.

Jane felt like she could stare at him forever, finding the way his blond hair flopped forward as he frowned down at the device utterly irresistable! However, she was fully aware of everyone else staring at her.

Gulping back to focus, she looked down at the small piece of paper in her hand, folded neatly. She wished she'd paid more attention to the other guy's numbers when they'd been called. At least then she might have had some preparation time between finding out for herself and declaring it to the rest of the Avengers. As it was, she was going in blind.

She peeled one side back with a tentative grimace.

"Four."

Her eyes blinked up questioningly, searching for a hint of recognition in one of the faces around here as to who she'd picked. Darcy let out an excited squeal and Jane flew her gaze to her.

"That's Thor's number." Darcy finally revealed with a wicked smirk. She turned to the oblivious God in question, and threw a cushion at him. It bounced off his head and he looked up, hair slighty dishevelled as strands fell loosely over his face. "You're up mister."

Yes!, Jane's heart leapt, though her face was too stunned to so much as smile. Maybe it was just the mug that was magically rigged, she started to think, not caring about how dumb it sounded. She'd got Thor!

Thor and his gorgeous blond hair, heartbreaking blue eyes, his body - oh God, his body! Where did she start? Those strong arms? His large hands? Those shoulders? Those abs and pecs that were so delicious it should be illegal? Jane couldn't stop the thoughts running through her head, imagining her tiny hands running over every powerful defined muscle.

She blinked herself back to the living room before betrayal of her thoughs strayed beyond her blushing cheeks.

Thor's brow furrowed instantly.

Darcy rolled her eyes. "You haven't noticed couples waking in and out of my glorious closet for the last - what? - hour? Geez, don't take much to keep you happy, does it?"

"Oh, let off him Darcy." Jane sighed, pushing herself up from her position on the floor with her back against the couch across the room from Darcy's. A smirk was teasing at her lips. She scrunched up the paper and tossed it at her friend playfully as she passed. "He's new to this."

"Well, go and teach him a few things, why don't you!"

A less than helpful shove from Darcy sent Jane staggering towards Thor, and the scientist glared briefly over her shoulder. A double thumbs up was all she got back.

Rolling her eyes and sighing again, she crossed the last few steps to Thor, letting her nerves flutter in her stomach. He blinked up at her innocently. "Come on you." she held her hand down to him, hoping her voice didn't sound as breathless to everyone else as it did to her. "Closet."

A light frown was furrowed into his face as he slowly took up Jane's hand unsurely and followed her to his feet. "You wish for me to go into Darcy's clothing quarters with you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Jane sighed again, turning her back to the god as she led him towards the doorway. A combination of exitement and frustration tore at her racing heart. "I'll explain in a minute." she promised.

Thankfully Thor offered no resistance, letting her lead him into the closet with his frowning eyes on her back. He didn't even respond to Tony's not so little "Get in there, Thunder!"! Jane tried to keep her mind focussed but with the heat of her hand in his, sensing his intense eyes on her blurred all coherent thought's from her brain. Perhaps she shouldn't have got Thor, she started to think - passing out would definately be more embarrassing than anything that would have happened with Steve or Bruce. And with the dizziness that was crossing her vision, it was becoming a very real possibility.

She closed the closet door behind her, to at least limit the witnesses to her freaking out to just Thor. Her hands lingered on the handle as she tried to collect her quickening breathing.

"... what now?" Thor asked from behind her.

Jane sucked in a brave breath and turned to face him, smiling bright eyed. He was still frowning, she noticed, trying to hold back a smirk. "You've really not noticed us playing Seven Minutes In Heaven for the last hour?" Thor shook his head slowly. "Darcy must have some real good music on that iPod..." she muttered under her breath.

Her eyes ran aroud Darcy's impressive closet as she averted her gaze from Thor for a second. Darcy was most definately making good use of that new generous salary S.H.I.E.L.D were throwing her way! The closet was nearly as big as the living room on the other side of the door, sliding doors running up and down the length of the walls, holding back her masses of clothes. An awe inspiring shoe rack ran down the middle of the wardrobe, Thor stood nearly back to back with the edge of it.

She noticed his Adam's apple bob, and was suddenly aware of the vital seven minutes ticking away.

"It's a game." she said hurriedly before Thor could say anything and waste any more prescious time. "You choose a partner by ballot and then you get seven minutes alone with that partner in a closet. Only seven minutes. The fun of the game is that in those seven minutes the people in the closet can do whatever they want to each other. Okay?"

She watched as Thor's eyes raced to keep up with the onslaught of information. His furrowed brow stayed in place.

"I think I understand." he finally said, though his voice still sounded weary.

Jane's tongue darted out to moisten her lips. "What do you want to do to me?" Her heart was pounding! "What goes on in the closet, stays in the closet. It's one of the rules. No one will know what happens in here."

One of the less followed rules, Jane noted dryly in her head, running through all the times she and Darcy had shared their closet experiences. This would not be one of them, she promised herself solidly. She wanted to keep this all to herself.

She'd hoped the revelation of the rule would braven Thor up a little, but if anything it had the opposite effect; he swallowed hard.

"What traditionally happens?" his voice sounded just a tad raspy.

Jane tried to ignore the eager growl in her chest. She was making him nervous. "Erm..." it was her turn to gulp now, knowing the list she was about to quote was exactly the list of things she'd just love to do to Thor: "Kiss, make out." she finally shrugged as casually as she could manage. "Sometimes more if Darcy's involved." Her eyes lifted to his, blinking alluringly at him through her eyelashes. "Anything you want." she breathed.

She took a slow, slinking step forward, eyes gleaming invitingly. Her stomach twisted with nervous glee as Thor didn't back away.

His hands shot out though, as soon as she was near enough to be in reach, cupping over her shoulders gently. They held her firmly at bay. "I do not wish to offend you." His crystal blue eyes shone, but Jane could see the tear between his diffidence and his desire.

Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it pulsing through the rest of her body in a tantilising sensation.

"Lucky for you I don't offend easy."

Jane could feel herself running out of seducing tactics - and time! They'd killed - what? - a minute, and not so much as even a hug!

A cool relief washed over her though, as Thor's brow finally smoothed out, the caution beginning to drain from his gaze at last. They remained dangerously alert however, bright and curious, drinking in Jane's words and body language. She could practically see the thin gates of restraint in his wondrous blue eyes, watching them crack as his confidence started to ooze through.

A gleam crossed Thor's eyes as his arms slackened and Jane took a step closer. His hands stayed at her shoulder's though. His lips curved into a sly smirk as he read the blatant want in her eyes. "Do you wish for me to kiss you, Jane Foster?"

Jane shrugged, inching closer. "Maybe." Her insides quivered at that grin of his. "You've got about five and half minutes to figure out if that's a yes or not."

She was not going to say it. Her head and heart may be screaming a deafening yes, but never would her pride actually let her ask to be kissed. Never. She was determined to let Thor do that all that by himself. Jane just wished he'd do it quickly, her mental clock tick-tick-ticking warningly.

That mischevious glimmer in his eyes though, told her he was catching on fast.

His hands rolled round her shoulders to flatten on her back, drawing her in tantilisingly slow. A shy, but more than keen, smile spread on Jane's face.

Her hands touched his chest, his moving down to the small of her back. His grin made her knees go weak, helpless to resist as their hips touched and she felt like she couldn't pull away even if she wanted to.

And she so did not want to.

"It sounds like a yes to me." he murmured, his breath hot on Jane's cheek. His hand on her back locked her in place.

Jane's eyes rolled glitteringly up to his. "Five minutes."

She was half way through wondering if he'd ever get it over with - then he closed the gap and claimed her lips with his.

Jane's eyes shot open wide at the sudden sensation, Thor's hands at her back suddenly replaced with his strong arms as he held her close to him. He near lifted her off her feet! Jane found she did not care one little bit, draping her arms around his neck to give her better leverage. Her eyes fluttered shut, body leaning into his in bliss.

Damn, she thought in her head - this guy knew how to kiss! She grinned against his mouth, moving slow and sweet as she lavished the taste of him.

Then all at once they both seemed to remember how little time they had; slow and sweet went out the window!

Her fingers lost themselves in his glorious golden locks, holding him to her as their mouths moved ferociously. God, she was in Heaven! How did he taste so sweet? It must be all the pop tarts he eats, she thought.

His hand fisted lightly in her hair, teasing her head back. Jane knew what he was trying to do and kept her mouth shut, smirking as he growled in frustration. Oh yes, she was enjoying this. Still, she was conscious of the time limits and was eager to get things moving. Her tongue darted out and brushed his lower lip teasingly.

The effect was incredible.

Another primal growl left him, rumbling from his chest as his hands tightened in her hair and on her back. His mouth simply attacked hers, fghting for entrance which she so playfully denied him.

Thor changed tactics; he lifted Jane up by her thighs and rushed them back towards the door, pinning her up against the surface with a firm thud. Jane didn't even care, knowing the sound was more that audible outside the closet. Let them think what they want, she thought carelessly as Thor held her legs either side of his hips, opening her to a more heated form of intimacy. His thumbs rubbed circles into her thighs, lifting her up against the wall so he didn't have to crane his neck to kiss her.

One hand left her legs to meet her waist, again thumbing circles into her skin, rising just beneath her loose shirt.

His fingers gave a gentle clench, and Jane gasped.

Thor took his opening.

His tongue dominated her mouth, reaching for every inch of her while her hands scrambled at him desperately. She clung onto his hair, his shirt, his bicep - anything she could reach as the sensation of his hot tongue in her mouth simply melted her inside. She tried to fight back, her tongue battling for at least some returning taste of him.

Then he pressed her firmer into the wall and she gasped again, leaving the open cavern of her mouth defenseless against his magically brutal tongue.

Jane moaned into his mouth.

"Jane." he gasped breathlessly, releasing her mouth for half a second. He soon changed his kisses from absolutely devouring to hard, tongue darting pecks that made Jane's heart rate soar. "What was the next activity you said? After kissing?"

Jane's thighs instinctively clenched around him. "Making out?"

"Yes." Thor sighed, peeling back just long enough for Jane to glimpse that burning hunger in his eyes through her fluttering eyelashes. He was breathless, his delicious muscles tensing as soon as Jane's legs tightening around his hips. "What does it entail?"

Jane hummed happily against his lips as the kisses cooled, her fingers trailing sensitive patterns from his hair down along the rippling muscles in his wonderfully broad, strong shoulders. She grinned as he nipped her lower lip in eager response; he could kiss - well, like a god! - but he'd never heard of making out? The thought was ludicrous. Jane's body felt too on fire to laugh out loud though. She wasn't sure she had the oxygen in her lungs to spare as Thor's mouth half smothered her. She complied with vigour.

She sighed a laugh as Thor's mouth moved from hers to trace hurriedly down over her jaw, ravishing greedily at her neck. Her eyes rolled skywards in bliss.

Her hand found his at her waist and press his warm palm firmer against her. "Touch me." she breathed in explanation.

Thor groaned low in approval, skimming his lips over hers in a tender touch - so very different from their demanding pace so far. The gentleness didn't last long though, Thor's large hands tightening around her body.

His hips pinned her in place, freeing his other hand to roam her body but it paused at her hip. Jane ran her fingers clawingly down his chest, revelling with every bold ripple of his impressive pecs, hoping to encouraging him further. Soon though, she got lost in her own objectives: her fingers treasured his torso, loving the feeling of such power beneath his skin, whether it be through his hard abs, his bulging biceps, the marvellous muscles of his back - even the muscle in his neck, pumping his strong pulse through his system. Finally, she wound her arms around him and pressed her palms into his back, feeling his muscles work underneath her touch.

Sensing his chaste morals might be holding him back from exploring, Jane sought her fun in other ways.

Her back arched from the wall peeling her hips along with her. Without Thor's support under her thighs the embrace was dangerously weak. She clung to his back for all she was worth until he finally felt the fragility.

She'd expected him to cup under her thighs again, finding the intimate pressure hot, even though Thor probably didn't even realise it. She got one better: his hands stayed at her hip and waist, clenching hard, unwilling to release her. He slammed her back against the wall with his hips alone.

The thud sounded like it might break down the wall but Jane didn't care, grinning instantly against his mouth at the hard pressure.

She tried again, gauging the same reaction.

She laughed breathlessly, the hard force knocking the wind out of her. Her arms clenched his body tighter to her, his lips moving to ravish the side of her neck.

He groaned lightly into her skin. "You are a tease."

"Our time's almost up." Jane gasped back.

She was held to the wall by his body, the pressure clouding her mind with euphoria. His hands moved to grip at her waist and Jane threw her arms around his neck to help hold her up, his mouth crashing back to hers urgently.

"We still have a few moments." he murmured against her lips.

Jane and Thor devoured each other, their tongues battling in a heated duel for dominance, Jane letting out a whining moan when Thor inevitably won.

She could hardly believe that he was the same man that had been so absorbed in the iPod! Now he was so... demanding. So dominating. Was it possible that he was the man that she'd called 'cute' before? There was nothing cute about him now - he was purely and utterly hot! One hundred per cent god.

And one hundred per cent hers.

... until the knock on the door.

Jane let out an unwilling groan against Thor's mouth and he chuckled before he pulled away. He lowered her quickly back to the floor and she got busy smoothing out her shirt and combing her fingers through her hair. There was nothing she could do about her flushed cheeks though. She ran her eyes over herself, determined to walk out in a more dignified way than Loki had.

Thor wasn't all that rustled, running a single hand through his glorious locks, smoothing it loosely back from his face.

Lucky, Jane couldn't help but think.

The god caught her wondering stare just in time, catching her arm as turned to walk away. He pulled her firmly to him, pressing a warm, chaste kiss to her mouth, ignoring the way she stiffened with surprise. She soon eased into the embrace.

Jane was smiling again as Thor gently peeled back, lingering his lips on hers for as long as he could.

A suddenly shy smile blossomed over her face. "T-the seven minutes are over." she stammered, a deeper shade colouring her cheeks.

Thor chuckled lightly, his hand lingering at her waist as he reached for the door. He leaned in, so the hairs of his beard brushed roughly against her cheek. "I know." He pressed his lips quickly against her cheek before he straightened up and wrenched the door open, standing back politely to let Jane through first.

She hovered for a moment before she stepped forward, collecting the breath he so effortlessly stole from her. When she was ready, she pressed her smiling lips into a more mysterious curve and her eyes lit up with a sparkle.

They fluttered bashfully at Thor as she stepped free from the closet. She could feel his eyes scouring on her back.

Every pair of eyes was rivetted on the couple as they stepped out, nearly all of them glimmering with curiosity. They were all eager to know the outcome of this one. Jane was just as eager to keep the secrets close to her chest, knowing it would drive them wild.

Tony was the one to break first: "What the hell did you two do in there?" he gaped in awe.

Jane smirked as she strode proudly past the genius, leaving Thor behind. "What goes on in the closet stays in the closet." she winked, turning around just in time to see Thor finish his lazy swagger back to his space.

"Did Jane teach you well?" Darcy's eye brow arched teasingly, eyes shimmering.

The most seductive grin Jane had ever seen spread across the god's lips and she slid to the ground back to her spot against the couch before she fell down. She didn't trust her weak knees. She didn't want to spoil her no passing out record just yet.

Thor's gaze latched onto hers, burning with such desire it made her head sway. "She educated me most... thoroughly."