mischiefslady:

“You’re leaving?” Loki asked as he watched Darcy stroll lazily towards the front door of his penthouse apartment. She wore the same black dress and heels she’d worn at Stark’s gala the night before. If it were anyone else, he’d have said they were about to do the walk of shame, but her? The sultry confidence she had made him want to throw her over his shoulder and toss her back on his bed.

Darcy glanced back in Loki’s direction, clearly admiring his unabashed nakedness and the way he didn’t try to hide his very hard, very obvious desire to have her again.

She smiled demurely at him, and said, “That’s usually how the morning after goes, doesn’t it?”

There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes before he noticed the tiny smirk she was fighting to hide. He realized then the game she wanted to play.

“Usually,” he agreed, “But I daresay what happened last night was not the usual for either of us.”

A wolfish grin appeared on his face as he watched a light blush steal across her cheeks.

“Goodbye, Loki,” she said, choosing to ignore his words, especially when she knew he was right. With a small nod in his direction Darcy opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

He watched the door close behind her and spoke just loud enough for her to hear. “You can leave today, Darcy, but you cannot outrun what has begun between us.”