24 - Roleplaying

"Natasha, I do not understand what it is you wish me to do," Loki admitted, looking down at the empty pizza box Tony had supplied him with. "Tony said you wished me to knock on your door with this box, and dressed like a mortal, and tell you I have a special, hot delivery. I am confused."

Nat could hardly contain her laughter. Since Tony had found out about she and Loki's evening activities he'd been doing his best to make things as awkward as possible. For Loki, at least. Nat always found them hilarious, even though she doubted that was the idea.

"He's trying to get you to recreate a porno scene," she teased him, taking the box from him and setting it on the floor of her room and kissing the poor, confused God. "He's being an ass. It's called roleplaying," she explained calmly when she pulled away. "It's where you take on a role that's not your own, and I do the same. In this case, a pizza delivery man having a quickie with a random woman. Let me guess, he told you that if I tried to pay you then you were to tell me you had something else in mind when it came to payment?"

"Yes," he said, sounding relieved she'd decided on something else. This time Nat did snort. Oh, Tony.

"I tell you what, I've got a much better idea," she said, eyes twinkling with excitement as an idea popped into her head. He allowed himself a grin as well, taken aback by the sudden change of mood. He found it much better suited them.

"Tell me, Agent Romanov, how is it you found me out?" Loki asked, smirking up at Natasha, who stood in her catsuit opposite him, her arms crossed over her chest, zipper pulled perhaps a little lower than it would've normally been. It only added to the scene, she'd supposed, as had the cuts that were slowly healing on Loki's cheeks and neck. His hands had been bound behind his back, though he wasn't restrained any more than that, and she'd considered locking his mouth up again but she was quite looking forward to giving him the opportunity to make another mistake.

"You really thought you could get away from me?" She chuckled. "That you could show up, cause chaos, and be gone? You forget that I've beaten you once before, and I can obviously do it again."

He snarled something rude in a language that Nat couldn't decipher, but she let it go as she stroked the side of his face. "So, what should I do with you?" She asked, licking her lips slowly, catching his attention as she did. "The infamous Loki Laufeyson," he hissed at the name. "And he's all mine. No golden-boy brother to save you from me."

"You think I need saving? Then you are a far greater fool than I took you for, Agent Romanov," he said with a laugh that didn't match his eyes. They were curious, calculating, and there was the slightest hint of fear in them that made her stomach do flips. Oh yeah, she was going to like this. Without hesitation she strode towards him, one hand rising to grab him by the chin. Even though he dwarfed her she still commanded his attention, her eyes narrowing as she stared up at him and dragged him down to her level. He struggled against it, slapping her hand away, and the crack that followed resounded through the room as his head whipped to the side, her hand print a bright red outline on his pale skin. While he was taken aback she swept his legs out from underneath him, letting him fall down to his knees as her hand slid the zipper to her catsuit the rest of the way down. It trailed all the way down to her cunt, and after it had passed her already slicked folds she pushed Loki down to her level.

"Put that silvertongue to some use," she growled, fingers threaded through his hair and pulling hard when he didn't at first comply. "Now, or I'll bring in an audience. Stark has been developing some very interesting serums to induce endless lust. Would you like to be a guinea pig to see if they work on gods as well as humans, and when you're unable to stop yourself from coming onto me-ah."

He silenced her with a tongue to her center, licking a slow stripe up her pussy as his eyes stared up at her, telling her that she talked way too much. She couldn't help it; her guard was let down enough that she let herself get verbose. If anything, he should've taken it as a compliment that even as they played around she trusted him that much to let her mouth run away with her. Any further thoughts, however, were driven from her mind just as he drove his tongue further into her, lapping at her as though he'd never tasted anything so sweet. She moaned and whimpered, free hand alternating between playing with each breast while her other hand, the one holding Loki in his place, only drove him closer.

"Mm, if only the proud Odin could see his foster son now," she taunted, though the words were nothing but white noise in his ears. "Though I think you can do much better than that-show me how you mean it," she goaded. He gave a quiet hum of appreciation as he drew his tongue further up, swirling it around her clit before locking his lips around and sucking. Hard. The noise Natasha made was somewhere between a wail and a scream as her body responded immediately, hips bucking against his mouth and pleasure making her knees go embarrassingly weak. She yanked his mouth away from her, pleased to see the wetness of his lips and the glazed look he was giving her, as though he'd been the one to ask to eat her out, and with a quiet groan he looked up at her.

"Was that not sufficient?" He asked, voice barely betraying how positively his body had responded, though she was sure that his pants were beginning to get uncomfortable.

"Good enough," Nat said, though she was out of breath and her heart was currently trying to burst its way from her chest. He just smirked and sat back on his heels, hands still bound behind him. She gave him a questioning look.

"If I undo your cuffs will you kill me?"

"That depends on what your reason is for taking them off."

With her foot she pushed him backwards so he was laying flat on the ground, on his arms. Not the most comfortable of positions, this Nat knew, but the previous had made it feel all the more realistic. He didn't seem to mind, though. In fact, his grin grew and his eyes turned greedy as he watched Natasha remove the belt from around her midsection, the catsuit following slowly after.

"Why, Miss. Romanov, I had no idea you held such a candle for me," Loki mused, eyeing every inch of her flesh and focusing on the marks that he'd made not a few nights ago-as well as a couple other ones that Nat had managed to apply herself to take him off guard, bringing it to his mind that maybe-just maybe-she'd been with someone else. As much as she hated to admit it he always performed the best when he was jealous of the attention she gave to others and, well, it wasn't called roleplaying for nothing.

"I see your Hawk has already been here. What would he think if he saw you now?"

"Oh Clint's not the only one who's had me before, Loki. You're just another notch on the bedpost as it is," she cooed, moving around him so he could get a decent view of her backside before she bent over to grab at his arms. He let her slide them out from underneath him and undo the cuffs, the key having been part of the earrings she'd worn that day. Clever. She'd have to tell Tony thanks for the idea.

As soon as the cuffs were off him, however, Loki pounced, flipping Natasha over on her back and taking her hands above her head. She wasn't able to stop the uncertainty and shock from playing over her face as he grinned widely, maliciously, down at her. "You never said I couldn't simply take what I wanted once I was freed."

"Bastard," she snarled, trying to head butt him. He simply moved his skull out of the way and pressed his free hand to her center, worrying away immediately at the clit. She froze and gasped, eyes rolling up into her head as the pleasure coursed through her body.

"It's my turn little spider," he murmured, taking the cuffs she'd just removed from him and slipping them around her wrists. Her heart dropped a little as they clicked shut and, because he had to take things one step further, he created a chain in which to keep her on her back and attached to the wall. She yanked and spat in fury but nothing helped her get free. As she struggled he just sat back and watched, undoing his pants and sliding them slowly off his well toned backside, before removing the tunic she'd had him wear and tossing it to the side. He was already hard, and he took himself in one hand, stroking slowly, as he felt her writhe underneath him. "You are going to be such a delight, little spider. I cannot wait to tear you apart."

Without prelude he pushed himself into her, nearly splitting her down the middle as her back arched and her eyes saw white dots flash across her vision. "You're so tight, little spider," he moaned in her ear, breath hot against the shell, teeth finding the sensitive lobe and biting, hard. She shouted. "Like you were made for me. I'm going to have to pave my way, and nothing would give me greater pleasure than ruining this with anyone else. I'm going to make you beg to have me in your bed, between your legs, every night. I might even let you ride me if I'm feeling generous," he purred in her ear, the sound of his skin hitting hers mingling with her moans and half-assed protests in the background. How long he pounded into her she couldn't tell, only that he never faltered in his rhythm, and though her body would lock up, her legs winding around his hips as she would tighten around him to come, he never took so much as a breather, fucking her through each and every orgasm as though his very life depended on it. The pleasure never stopped, either. Even as she shook with the aftershocks of so many orgasms, he would rub away at her clit, suck on her neck and leave fresh hickies, and growl over and over "You are mine Natasha. All mine, and don't you dare forget it."

When he eventually did take a pause she was half out of her mind with pleasure, senses overloaded and arms numb from being in the same position for so long, but she stared curiously up at him. Why'd he stop? With a chuckle that didn't match the muted concern in his eyes for her wellbeing, he flipped them with ease. The chain shifted with her, lengthening and stretching upwards to the ceiling so that her hands were still forced above her head, but she could pull down on them if she had to. From beneath her Loki wrapped his hand around her throat.

"Ride me," he ordered, eyes narrowing as he felt, more so than heard, the breath that caught in her throat, the way her pulse found a way to quicken even further. Shifting her legs so she rose and balanced on her toes, she slipped herself off his cock before slamming herself down. It was hard work, nothing she couldn't do on an average day, but she also wasn't pounded into the concrete on a normal day for hours at a time either. Loki didn't seem to mind it, however, losing a touch of his control to moan and tighten his hand around her throat. His hips began to buck and rise to meet hers, forcing himself deeper into her, rubbing against her already battered g-spot so that she threw her head back to scream and shout his name as loudly as the hand at her neck would allow.

Her voice was hoarse and nearly gone by the time he finally came, her name on his lips and her body giving him everything that she had left. It wasn't much, she was sad to say, but when they'd agreed to roleplay out an captive/captor scene, well, this certainly wasn't what she'd expected.

Not that she was about to complain.

The chain holding her arms above her head disappeared as they both came off their high, her body still sheathing Loki as she felt the warm come drip back down onto him. She nearly collapsed on his chest, and would have if he didn't catch her in his arms instead and hold her tight.

"You were wonderful, Natasha darling," he cooed in her ear. "The fear in your eyes, the surprise? It was perfect."

"You know I hate being surprised," she muttered, barely having the energy to glare up at him. His chuckle was all she got as an answer as he wrapped his arms around her and curled closer, burying his face in the nape of her neck. She stroked his hair.

"Also, I want to know where you got the rest of those bruises," Loki grumbled just as she felt herself beginning to get drowsy, not caring that the pair of them were still naked and about to fall asleep in an abandoned Shield interrogation room. It wasn't as though they made it secret what they did, not anymore. Tony had told everyone anyway.

She just smiled against his skin, keeping her lips shut and letting the possessive growl that wormed its way from Loki's throat rekindle the fire in her belly.

Maybe a second round wouldn't be so bad. She could take it, she hoped.

A/N: Because I obviously don't have enough to do [what with updating and moving and school starting in, oh, a week] I decided to say what the hell and give this whole 30 day challenge a go! Not quite sure if I'll make the 30 day mark, but hey-at least more Blackfrost smut will be written in the process!
Either way, enjoy! Title of this piece comes from the song of the same name from The Social Network soundtrack.