The video that comes through is Constantine, lounging against the headboard of a bed, wearing a baggy T-shirt that's falling off one shoulder. Very obviously, she has no bra. Her hair is a bit ruffled, and her mouth is set in a crooked, wry smirk. ]
D'you know, I thought the "god-like physique" thing was probably just a turn of phrase.
[It really isn’t long after he sends the photo that he hears his tablet ping and he knows it’s his mystery date. Loki arranges himself in his best light. It would seem his picture worked so he remains shirtless as he turns his own camera on to answer.
And oh, he is very pleased with the sight he sees. It’s almost a relief to see someone he had enjoyed spending some time with. That always made sex better.]
Hello there yourself Miss Constantine. You are looking lovely this evening.
Oh no? And why is that? Have you had some better offers then?
[Loki would be surprised if she hadn’t had quite a few offers, especially after they got a good look at her. He was quite interested in getting a better look himself.]
Just because I typically like to keep to myself does not mean I do not have certain needs. Besides, sometimes I can also be quite social. You might be surprised to learn how I could be at the parties thrown on Asgard.
I cannot say I am disappointed either. I suspect this might work out quite well. So, your place or mine?
My, simply because I thought we might perhaps have this conversation in person rather than over a device which we do not know how private it may be does not mean I cannot contain myself. But if you insist…
I would like to determine just how I want to satisfy you. Any decisions on positions, or toys or even when you finish would be at my sole discretion. Of course, I would not do this without you having a safeword. Some may think me rather vile, but I do wish us both to enjoy this.
Now, what exactly do you wish to get out of this? Is giving up control something you are truly okay with?
Under the right circumstances? Sure. [ It would be a lie to say that she's not immediately turned on by the way he says positions and toys. ] If you're looking for unquestioning obedience, it's a hard sell, but ...
[ She's quiet for a moment, her eyes going a little distant as she considers. Everything at his sole discretion. Didn't she ask for this because she wanted to get out of her head? She'd been envisioning something more purely masochistic, a night where her body is so loud with pain and pleasure that she can't hear her thoughts anymore. Would giving up control, to someone she likes, someone she's attracted to, really serve the same function?
When she speaks again, it's thoughtful. A carefully phrased challenge. ]
Bring over whatever you think you could use on me to get me to call you "sir."
[ His phone pings with a pinned location on a map, and a text with directions: ] Top floor, 302. Door is locked.
Rightfully so, I would wager. If I were at full strength, I would agree with you, but I am not. [Not having full access to his magic is something Loki is still struggling with.]
Oh no, not unquestioning. I do rather enjoy a challenge. However, I would like to engage in some light punishment if you don’t obey. Perhaps a gag or a bit of a spanking? Depending on the nature of your disobedience at least.
[Loki watches her carefully as she considers his offer. She really is quite beautiful and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to see her in the throes of passion. There’s the briefest of moments where he thinks she will change her mind and turn him down. The message she sent out surely attracted more than just his attention, after all. Likely she has other offers that are more to her liking?
He smirks and tries to hide the relief he feels when she finally responds.]
Challenge accepted. I shall be there shortly.
[He shuts off the camera and begins collecting a few things, grumbling to himself about how much easier this would be if he only were able to conjure up the items he truly wished to use. Before long, he’s settled on the best he can manage, redresses himself in a form-fitting black suit with a dark green shirt and tie before making his way to the indicated address. He takes his time making his way over, even though his own apartment building is not so far away.
Making his way to the door to apartment 302, he smirks to himself, wondering if she’s feeling impatient yet or not.]
She has one minute of second-guessing the wisdom of this whole idea, before tossing her phone aside in annoyance. Wisdom? Get out of here. Nobody invited you.
Nevertheless, she's a little antsy while she waits, anticipation building in her stomach. She paces to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of gin, paces back to the bedroom to look it over with a critical eye while she sips her drink, checks her hair in the bathroom and makes a face at her reflection. When she finally hears Loki outside, she feels a rush of relief and heads for the door. ]
Shortly my arse -- oh.
[ They'd both spent most of the time sitting down when they met in City Hall, and Johanna had been wearing her heeled boots at the time. Now, when she opens the door, wearing a T-shirt and briefs and nothing else, and comes face-to-chest with Loki dressed to fucking kill, it really comes home that he's over a foot taller than her. ]
Fuck me. [ She looks up at his face, raising her eyebrows. ] You do clean up, don't you.
[Loki may not be adept at making friends, but he's not new to this kind of fling. He has a brief moment of concern that this might ruin his current relationship with Johanna, but he's currently hoping they can both just stick to their promises and not be awkward afterwards. They were both adults just looking for a bit of fun. It need not be any more than that.
As the door opens, Loki has a similar reaction. He knew she was shorter than he was, but not quite so much. He looks down at her appraisingly as he takes in her state of dress... or rather undress and he doesn't bother to try and hide the interest he's sure is in his eyes.]
Yes, I do believe that is the point. [He's clearly teasing as he smirks at her.] And thank you. I am fairly certain you would look good in anything. May I come in?
[ Walked right into that one. She grins up at him, sharp as a needle. ]
I'm told I look best in nothing.
[ Stepping back, she gestures him in with a slightly sarcastic bow. ] Enter freely and of your own will.
[ The small apartment looks unlived in; they all do, of course, but there's almost nothing of Johanna's here. Her white trench coat is hung on a hook by the door, a pair of trainers and a pair of heeled boots are abandoned in the foyer, and a couple of dishes are languishing in the sink. If it comes across like Johanna just moved in last night, well -- more or less correct. Her actual apartment is elsewhere in the building.
She closes the door behind Loki once he's in, and heads over to the kitchen to pick up her drink, leaning against the counter and considering him. ]
You feel better about this for a private conversation?
Oh, is that so? I suppose I will have to let you know.
[He grins at her and nods politely as he moves past her, brushing up against her lightly as he moves into the apartment.
There’s a brief moment when he thinks that this is where she lives, but it doesn’t take more than a brief look around for him to suspect otherwise. She is, of course, quite savvy and he can’t imagine she would easily invite anyone into her personal space so the unlived in look makes a lot of sense, though if anyone were to see his place, they might think the same thing. Really, he’s just been working up the never to take Hob up on his offer to help him decorate a little. Still, he likes the idea of having a second place available if he were to do something such as this himself.
He stops in the middle of the apartment as he looks around before letting his eyes land on her as she picks up a drink.]
As good as I can for anywhere in this city. It is much more pleasant to see you in person at any rate.
[He grins, fully noticing everything she put on display and knowing it was on purpose. Why play coy at this juncture?
He moves over to her, standing in front of her as she sits on the counter and delicately, almost tentatively, rests his hands on her thighs. She might note that his touch is cooler than one might expect, as if he always runs cold.]
Well, I suppose that depends. Do you like surprises?
[ Johanna shivers, surprised by how cool his hands are, but her knees drift open a little wider in response to the touch. ]
I'm not averse.
[ He's right here, all wrapped up in that sharp suit, temptingly close. And why not give into temptation? She lifts her hands and runs them up his stomach to his chest -- wraps his tie around one hand and brings the other up to his jaw to tug him towards a kiss. ]
[As her knees spread slightly, he moves to stand between them, hands still resting on her thighs. His lips perse in an attempt to quell his growing smile, but his eyes sparkle in delight.]
Ah, a woman after my own heart then.
[As she pulls him in, he forgoes trying to stop his smile and simply kisses her. He starts off slow, enjoying the feel of the soft fullness of her lips against his own. He opens his mouth just slightly to nip gently at her bottom lip as he steps in just a little closer.]
[ What's this "gently" shit? As soon as Johanna feels his teeth, she presses her fingers into Loki's jaw, deepens the kiss, and bites back. Not gently. Not hard enough to draw blood -- at least, that's not her intention -- but hard enough to issue a challenge.
At the same time, she scoots forward on the counter, using her grip on his tie for leverage. She wants to get closer to him, even if the position require a little work. Her knees press in around his hips. If he wants control over this encounter, she expects him to earn it. ]
[The moment Johanna takes control of the kiss, Loki cannot help but be relieved and more than a little turned on. He had thought he’d start off slowly, but that quickly went out the window the moment she bites back.
He chuckles lowly against her mouth before showing off a bit of his strength by grabbing her hips to pull her forward as she tries the same while gripping his tie. Loki breaks the kiss only to slide his mouth down her neck to suck at the soft skin he finds there, though there is nothing soft about what he is doing anymore. He steps fully in and presses his hips against her, moaning softly as he feels the heat from between her legs, just as she must be able to feel his hardness in his pants.]
[ Johanna inhales sharply when he pulls her forward, surprised, and then laughs in turn when his mouth starts to travel down her neck. ]
Oh. [ Her voice is a warm purr, vibrating under his mouth, amused and teasing. ] Going to give me something to remember you by?
[ When she wraps her legs around him, the pressure of his erection on her clit makes her groan happily. He isn't the only one turned on.
Unfortunately for her, neither the position nor his hands on her hips are quite conducive to letting her grind on him like she's like to. Instead, she drags one hand down his chest -- still gripping his tie with the other -- and worms it in between them to squeeze him through his trousers. The fact that this lets her rub herself on the back of her own hand is no more accidental than when she flashed him. ]
[His mouth curves into a grin against the skin of her neck as she speaks. He sucks a bit harder, intending to answer at least partially by doing and not speaking. Though just partially. He pulls back just enough to look her in the eye, his blue eyes dark with dilation of his pupils.]
I do hope to, in more ways than one.
[Then her legs are around him and her hand is gripping him through his pants. He moans and pushes back in for another demanding kiss as she grinds her hand against him. He’s fully hard now and he remembers just how long it has been since he’d had the pleasure of sex.
He keeps one hand on her waist, holding her in place as he rocks against her. His free hand he uses to pop the button on his trousers, needing to relieve the pressure.]
[ God, it feels incredible to feel wanted. Johanna meets the demand of his mouth with equal fervor, and when she notices that he's got his trousers open, she readjusts to slide her hand down his stomach and under his waistband.
And here she thought she was horny. He's hot and hard under her touch, and she wastes no time in wrapping her fingers around his cock. Her intent isn't to get him off, just yet -- more to explore, to hear him moan again, to feel the way his body moves when she teases him.
(She also thinks it's interesting to see if he intends to let her touch him to her heart's content in this encounter. He mentioned taking control of positions, maybe her orgasms, but not her hands, at least not yet. So until he says otherwise, she'll take everything she's wanted since she first admired him in the City Hall -- and when he says otherwise, she'll probably take a little more. Bending the rules until they break has always been her favorite way of finding out what they are.) ]
[If there’s one thing that Loki would be surprised to hear, it is that she ever felt unwanted. She was intelligent and strong and beautiful. What more did anyone want? Loki feels privileged to have this opportunity and is glad to call her friend.
But friendship was the last thing on his mind at the moment. Not with her hand now bypassing his waistband to fully touch him. The hand he has on her hip tightens slightly as he shivers. His plan had been to take control immediately, but he truly underestimated his reaction to having physical touch like this after far too long. He’s more than willing to let her explore, at least for a little bit. Once he gets himself under a bit more control, he’ll turn the tables.
For now, as he flicks his tongue inside her mouth, aiming to taste every inch he can reach, his hands slid up and under her shirt, wanting to get it off and out of the way.]
[ Well, he hasn't known her long enough for her to a) betray his trust, b) leave him to die, or c) generally be too selfish to stand, so. We'll call it a honeymoon period.
Johanna is loath to let go of him, but she's very ready to be wearing fewer clothes, and when Loki pulls her shirt over her head she reluctantly releases his cock so he get it off her. She's not wearing a bra underneath -- Loki may already have noticed, given how hard her nipples are -- so this leaves her in just her briefs.
Shaking her hair out, she leans back on one hand for a moment. ]
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