#TPSL Chapter 4

[latent-thoughts]

The Pursuit of a Simple Life (Chapter 4 - The Morning After)

[Co-Authored with  @emeraldrosequartz​]

Rating: 18+ (there be lots of citrus here).

Warning: None

Pairing: Loki/Original Female Character

Summary: Three years after returning to Earth with the other Asgardians following Ragnarok, Loki finds himself working for SHIELD, truly just trying to fight the boredom. While on an undercover mission, he unexpectedly begins to fall for his co-worker, Gemma, and she seems to feel the same way…about Dave, his alter ego while in disguise. Can Loki continue a relationship with her while keeping his true identity a secret? How many lies can the ‘God of lies’ spin to keep his pursuit of a simple life?

[Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017); THOR IS A GOOD BRO AND TOTALLY NOT HOW HE WAS IN RAGNAROK, THNX; Infinity War Doesn’t Exist; Everyone lives]

A/N: Dave and Gemma get to (carnally) know each other some more; meanwhile, Loki's mission is nearing its end.

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IMPORTANT NOTES:

Bold Text = Loki’s POV

Normal Text = Gemma’s POV

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Gemma awoke when the morning light shone on her face.

Which was strange, because she didn’t have an east-facing window in her room. Nor was it large enough to cast THAT much light.

Also...her bed felt really comfortable. So much more comfortable than usual. The down blanket was wonderful and soft, and that heavy, muscular arm around her waist was a nice—

OH. MY. GOD.

Gemma’s eyes shot open, but she dared not disturb the other person in the bed with her. Everything from the previous night flooded back to her - the printer, Pizza My Heart, Dave’s car, Dave’s penthouse...

And the most amazing sex she’d ever had in her life.

Her breathing got shallow as she stayed completely still, totally freaking out. Dave was behind her, had his arm around her, and was still asleep.

Oh no....ohnoohnoohno what do I do???

Loki's sleep dissipated as the sun slowly rose through his window. He let out a groan, not wanting to wake up yet.

Instinctively, his arm tightened around the soft body he was clutching against his chest.

Oh... Gemma...

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her as the sun kissed her face and hair. She was mouthwateringly lovely...

But he noticed that her body was stiff, and her breathing was erratic, even though her eyes were closed.

Hmm... she was most definitely awake.

"Good morning, sweet girl," he murmured in her ear, his voice a bit rough due to having just woken up. "Did you sleep well?"

He pressed his body into hers and his hand reached up to cup her breast. Norns, her skin was butter soft to touch. He couldn't get enough of it.

“Good MORNing!” she exclaimed as his hand went to her breast. Aaaand... she was wet.

This was moving WAY too fast...but she couldn’t bring herself to stop it. She closed her eyes and moaned a little as he toyed with her, squeezing his arm with hers.

“I mean...good morning, Dave. Fancy seeing you here...”

She giggled, then leaned back into him and turned her head so he could nuzzle her more easily. Instantly, she relaxed--he was awake and NOT frantically trying to get her to leave. This was already better than half the dates she’d ended up going home with.

"Mmmm, it's my home, after all, and I'm glad to have you here," he stated, nudging her ear with his nose, lazily playing with her nipple.

Already, he was hard as a rock, with the pleasures of last night playing in his head like a symphony.

"You didn't answer my question, Gemma. Did you sleep well? How are you feeling?"

In the back of his mind he was worrying a bit about having bruised her with his strength. Humans were fragile, after all.

“I slept great,” she sighed, a bit breathless from his erotic attentions. “And feeling better by the second...”

She could feel his morning wood pressing eagerly up against her back--could she take him again so soon? She wasn’t especially sore, but there was certainly some feeling down there that drew her attention--a far off, dull ache. If she went again, it could end up hurting more...she might not even be able to walk...

Worth it.

She reached back and took that firm column of flesh in her hand, squeezing with her fingers and pumping him with short strokes. His manhood stayed wedged between their bodies as she swallowed hard, still not fully awake OR fully believing this was reality.

He groaned and closed his eyes as she grasped him and began to stroke. This was... encouraging. It meant that she wanted his attentions again.

That made his heart soar.

"Baby girl, I want to be inside you when I come, not in your hand," he murmured, slowly nudging her hand away and pulling her lower half more firmly against his cock. "Do you want that too? Open your legs if you do..."

Her legs opened faster than a mall door on Black Friday.

“I most definitely want that!” she laughed, and she moved to help him angle himself toward her center.

But honestly...what was she doing? Giving herself to a practical stranger twice in less than 24 hours? She should know better, she should stop this and—

He pushed inside her, and suddenly none of that mattered. She moaned in ecstasy and took the sheets in fistfuls as her body writhed with pleasure.

“Oh my GOD, Dave...are you magic?” She knew it was a stupid thing to ask, but she fully could NOT believe he felt so incredibly good.

Loki chuckled at her remark, and then moaned as he went deep inside her. Well, he was magical in certain ways, but she didn't need to know that...

"I'm flattered," he sighed, thrusting into her slowly, taking care not to be rough. "Even though you look like a goddess against the sun."

He pulled her more firmly against his chest then, and hitched her leg back over his thigh to open her up further, letting him set a nice, rocking pace to their love-making.

"Mmm... just relax and let me take care of you, Gemma..."

“Oookay...” she sighed and let him set the pace, laying across him and simply enjoying the feel of his body against hers. God, his hands were all over her, and his cock was so thick and long. Who WAS this man?

Despite her doubts, there was something about him that made her feel... safe. She felt it the first time at Pizza My Heart, and again this morning. Maybe it was the constant praise--calling her beautiful, telling her she looks like a goddess, calling her “sweet girl”--or maybe it was the way he said it in his oh-so-dashing accent. Whatever it was, she felt herself going down a path she could very easily be lost down. The risk was frightening...and exhilarating.

Her pleasure slowly rose as he moved within her, and her moans and giggles changed gradually into swears and shrieks.

“Dave...Dave, I’m close...” she squeaked, that coil in her belly tightening to the point of near breaking.

"Me too, baby girl, come for me." He reached down to brush his fingers against her clit, triggering her climax. "Come all over my cock... that's it. Yes..."

He gritted his teeth as she cried out and clenched around him repeatedly, tugging him along in the orgasmic bliss.

Oh GOD how does he DO that?!

Her body went into spasms as she felt herself clenching around him, and she swore she might have thrown herself off the bed if he hadn’t been holding her to him.

He had so much control over her...and she found she didn’t mind it in the least. Quite the opposite, in fact....

He nuzzled her neck and inhaled her scent as they both enjoyed the afterglow. The sun was higher in the sky now, and he knew that soon, he'd need to get up and get ready.

At this moment, he really hated having to go to work...

"This is certainly a very good way to start a morning," he whispered in her ear, his hand splaying over her abdomen possessively. "And honestly, I don't want to let you go, darling. Oh, how I'd love to stay in bed and keep you on my cock for hours..."

He was being thoroughly honest right now... perhaps too honest. But he didn't care.

“Mmhm, me too.” Gemma said dreamily, still sex drunk and giddy from the morning fling. “I’d love to--OH MY GOD, WHAT TIME IS IT?!”

She suddenly jumped out of the bed and started looking around for her clothes...which she then remembered were out in the living room on the complete opposite side of the apartment WITH her phone and purse.

So she stood there, completely naked...and gave him a sheepish grin.

“Um...can I borrow that sheet? Or a shirt, or something?”

"Why? I'm rather enjoying the view," he replied, grinning at her lazily. When he saw the tell-tale blush mark her neck and cheeks, he finally relented. "You can take anything you want, but how about you join me in the shower? I need to get to work as well. It'd save us time."

He then pulled the covers away and rose from the bed, standing in front of her all bare and not at all caring about it.

She was stunned by his physique in the light of day. If she had seen this last night, she never could have brought herself to be in the same room with him, much less the same bed. She couldn’t tell if her face lost ALL color or was turning beet red. Not that it mattered - he was already heading to his luxurious bathroom.

“But...I’m...” she squeaked, trying to speak, but words wouldn’t form in her brain. Instead, her feet just...followed him while her mouth opened and closed, trying to say she was scheduled to be in the office WAY earlier than he ever was...and she was probably already late...

Nope. Nope, she was already in the bathroom, totally nude, and she still hadn’t managed to complete a sentence.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Next to HIM. Oh God, she felt like a miserable sack of potatoes in comparison--her thick thighs, her soft tummy...her boobs looked good though. At least there was that.

Then he turned on the water and a shiver rushed through her. So they weren’t done yet...

Loki smirked at her as he pulled her under the spray with him, holding her close.

"Why Gemma, you look like something got your tongue," he said, grabbing the bottle of shampoo from the corner shelf. "Are you ok?"

Turning the shower off, he poured a dollop of shampoo in his palm and started massaging it into her hair. A part of him worried about her sudden quietness, but another part just enjoyed tending to her.

If only he could have her like this again and again...

“Ooohhhh...”

She melted into him when his strong fingers began massaging her scalp. Finally, she gave up. This was worth getting fired for--she’d be kicking herself forever if she didn’t just enjoy this.

“I...I think I’m delirious. Or dead.  Or maybe somewhere in between...” Her eyes fluttered closed as she capitulated to his touch, and she let out a heavy sigh of pleasure.

One thing was for sure--Dave made her feel great. She started wondering if he might want to do this more often...

He washed her hair gently under the spray of the shower and then began to soap up her body. She gasped and squealed once or twice when he played with her breasts or tickled her between her legs.

Really, she was adorable. He wanted to play with her all the time.

"Be good, baby girl," he murmured as he held her fast and washed her pussy, enjoying making her red in the face. It was obvious that no one had taken care of her this way, and all of this was new to her.

Well, it was kind of new to him too. His memory of past lovers was a bit foggy now, thanks to the quality time he had spent on the Sanctuary...

Norns, he didn't want to think about that now.

Letting that thought go, he concentrated on Gemma alone, specifically making her writhe in his hold as his fingers deftly teased her under the spray of water.

Now that was just mean.

Dave was teasing her mercilessly! Between the warm water and the soap and his hands and him calling her “baby girl,” she could barely stand upright. He kept her perfectly balanced on that precipice of casual playing and the drop off of lusty surrender. Right when she thought he was picking up the pace and she started losing herself...he pulled back and let her regain her senses. And all that stimulation built and built...

“Dave...please...”

She begged him to take her, though she didn’t know that was what she was begging for. Just the act of begging felt appropriate, and she didn’t know how much longer she could take this before she started crying from the overwhelming feel of it all.

He pulled her in for a long, deep kiss then, holding her flush against him.

Slowly, he gripped her ass and used his otherworldly strength to easily lift up in his arms, making sure that he didn't let her slip from his grasp. Just as their lips parted, he breached her again.

"Is this what you need, Gemma?" he asked roughly, bouncing her on his cock.

“YES!” she cried out, surprised by how easily he handled her. She felt as light as a feather - a feeling she’d never had before. Her head fell to his shoulder as she let out a long, needy moan.

She was approaching her climax again, but this time it felt a little different. He was being rougher with her, and there was definitely some pain along with the pleasure at this point...he was slamming her to the hilt. But much to her surprise, she LOVED it. The harder he was going, the more she wanted it.

She started to growl a little, losing herself to him...

What was happening to her?

Loki took her in a quick rhythm, closing his eyes under the water and just... getting lost in the warmth of her.

They came together, lips locked and bodies trembling in pleasure. He held her up till her breathing eased, and then slowly let her down. She almost collapsed then, but he grasped her by the waist and held her close.

"I think you should call it off today," he said with a chuckle as he steadied her. "Will you be able to go to work?"

“Will you?” she gasped as she relied on him to keep her from dissolving into a loose puddle of bones and skin on the floor of his shower. Because she could not FATHOM being able to do work after the last 12 or so hours of her life...how could he? She didn’t even think she could walk, much less have the wherewithal to function at that awful place.

“I mean...do you have to?”

"You know I have that pesky meeting later in the day," he sighed, kissing her forehead. "But it won't hurt me to be a bit late. Let's have breakfast together. Then, I'll drop you home and head to work. How about that?"

How was this even POSSIBLE? They had spent the night together, the morning together, and now breakfast together?

Suddenly, she realized what had been so obvious, but she had refused to believe. Couldn’t believe, until it was so unbearably obvious that it was unignorable.

He liked her.

He wasn’t just trying to get laid, or make himself feel better. He may actually, genuinely, honest-to-god like her...

Gemma got butterflies in her stomach, and she felt that telltale blush rush to her cheeks.

“Sure,” she said, still lightheaded. “I’ll text Oliver and let him know I’m having ‘lady problems.’ He never asks questions when I tell him that...”

Then...she remembered what she had worn to his place.

“So...did you want to go out to get breakfast, or eat here? Because I’ve still only got that Avengers t-shirt...also, what did you do with my underwear? And I’m not completely confident I’d be able to sit comfortably in public just yet...”

She knew she was rambling, but she kind of didn’t care.

Dave liked her!

"We'll have it here," he stated firmly. "I can make a decent batch of eggs."

After the shower, he made good on his promise of feeding her a healthy breakfast of a fluffy omelet and buttered toast. He had learned how to make it from one of those famous Youtube videos while he was getting acquainted with all things Midgardian.

"So Gemma... let me drop you home now," he said as he put the dishes away and reached for her. "And then I guess I'll see you around in the office tomorrow."

He didn't say it, but his words were laced with a silent, latent message that he wanted to take her again. He hoped that she would catch the hint.

“I guess you will.” She smiled back at him flirtatiously, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it. “I’m looking forward to it, Dave.”

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"These are the drives that contain the information you'd consider gold," Loki stated as he relaxed against the visitor's chair in Nicholas Fury's office. "I'm going to head back there to close all loose ends. After that, it's all in your hands."

Fury gave him a shrewd look as he took the flash drives from him and checked them one by one on his computer.

"You still check everything like you don't trust me, Nick." He chuckled, picking up a paperweight from his table with his seidr and bouncing it up and down like a ball.

"Double checking is a habit of mine," Fury replied, ignoring Loki's antics with his government sanctioned office supplies. "I assume you'll visit Stark then. Your next cover is ready with him. You'll be an employee in his subsidiary. A very bland, mundane job."

"Again?" Loki rolled his eyes and groaned, sort of miffed, but also, kind of fine with this development. "What is the next mission about?"

"Don't be so eager. You will need to cool your heels for a while. Lie low."

Loki nodded. Espionage worked like that sometimes. Well, he was not averse to 'lying low'. He could spend that down time with Gemma, perhaps...

His mind wandered for a bit, recalling the wonderful, pleasureful time he had spent with her thus far. If only he could somehow make it a regular occurrence in his life; he'd have his cake and eat it too, and no one would need to know about it.

Just as Fury was finishing checking up on the drives, his intercommunication phone rang. He picked it up, sounding bored. But then his one good eye lit up and he gave Loki a sardonic smile.

"Well isn’t this a coincidence. Your brother just arrived."

For a change, Loki didn't react with annoyance towards this news. Actually, he was looking forward to catching up with Thor, eager to know what was going on in New Asgard.

"Well, that's all well and good. Tell him I'll meet him in the lounge."

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