A/N: Here it is, everyone! Chapter seven is finally up! :) I'm so so so soooooooo sorry it took so long for me to upload it! I got a new job about a month ago, and there was a stretch of time where they scheduled me to work every single day, so I haven't had a lot of free time to work on this. I know I mentioned at the beginning of chapter six that I was going to write an uncensored version of the chapter and a censored version, but I decided to just write the uncensored version. Having to go back and edit out all the dirty stuff would have taken longer than I would have liked and caused you guys to have to wait longer for chapter seven.

Hopefully the wait was worth it, though. ^_^;; And now, without further ado, here is chapter seven. Please read and review!


Felicity's ex-boyfriend recoiled when he felt the young woman finally succeed in shoving him away, and a few seconds later, his head snapped to the side as she smacked him with every bit of strength she could muster.

"What the fuck are you doing, Jason?" she yelled at him, shoving him in the chest when he tried approaching her once again. "How dare you!"

"Come on, baby, don't be like that," Jason said smoothly, a cocky smirk on his face. "I miss you, and I want you back."

"You cheated on me, and you have a girlfriend now!" Felicity was disgusted, and the lingering feeling of the wretch's kiss on her lips made her want to vomit. "You think I want you? You're a piece of shit! I'm warning you, Jason. Stay away from me, don't talk to me, don't even glance in my direction, or so help me, you will be sorry." Felicity stormed back into the crowded room of partygoers and looked around for Loki. She was in no mood to socialize anymore, so leaving the party early was looking more and more like a good idea. However, after sweeping over the crowd a few times with her eyes, she noticed that Loki was nowhere in sight.

Where is he?

"Felicity!"

She turned away from the couch after grabbing her coat and came face to face with a very worried Madison. "What's wrong, Madison? Hey, have you seen Loki anywhere? Jason being here just completely ruined my night, so I think it would be best if we went home now."

"Loki left. He… he just stormed out on his own a little while ago!" Madison explained.

"He what?" Felicity cried. "Well, did… did he at least say why? Or where he was going?"

"He wouldn't even look at me when I asked him what was wrong. He told me he had something to tell you, so I told him you had gone to the loo to freshen up a bit and that you would most likely be out in a few minutes. He went to find you, but then a minute later, he came running past me, grabbed his coat, and left."

Felicity paled at the new turn of events. The more Madison explained to her, the more the pieces started to fit together in cohesion instead of in a jumbled mess. There was only one explanation for his sudden exit after trying to seek her out…

He must have seen me with Jason! Oh dear… what a mess!

Attempting to stay calm, Felicity spoke as evenly as she could while putting her coat on. Madison was worried enough; she didn't need to worry her even more. "He must have gone home on his own, then. He probably took a taxi. I mean, where else would he go? I'm sorry, Madison, but I need to go. I have no idea where Will is, so could you tell him that I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye? Just tell him something important came up."

"Sure, Felicity. If you do talk to Loki, give me a call and let me know both of you are okay when you get the chance. Okay? He seemed really upset, and you seem pretty bent-out-of-shape yourself." Madison's expression suddenly became serious, her face darkening with concern. "What happened with Jason, Felicity? What did he say?"

"What he did was corner me as I was coming out of the loo and kiss me. He's a right asshole. I mean, he's got a new girlfriend, for fuck's sake!" Felicity's answer was more than a little shocking to Madison, especially since it was a rare thing for her to curse in front of people, even her own friends. For her to curse, it meant she was truly pissed off, indeed.

"He did what?! That son of a bitch! I… I'm going to see to it that Will sets him straight for this. And I'm going to ensure that his new girlfriend hears about this. The last thing that poor woman needs is to go through the same thing he put you through."

"Thanks, Madison. I'll see you around."

Felicity left, hoping Loki really had gone home and was safe and sound. If anything happened to him, she would never be able to forgive herself.

Felicity ran up the stairs to her apartment and fumbled for her keys, unlocking the door and making her way inside. A quiet sigh of relief escaped her when she saw Loki sitting on the couch and she walked over to him without bothering to take off her coat.

"Loki, are you alright? Madison told me you looked upset, and you left the party without saying a word to anybody…"

"You told me you didn't love him anymore," Loki mumbled, his voice surprisingly devoid of emotion. He didn't so much as look at the concerned woman sitting next to him on the couch. "I saw you kissing him outside of the lavatory." He looked at Felicity then, his green eyes full of betrayal and sadness.

"Your former lover," he elaborated.

Felicity's heart sunk at the realization that Loki had seen all of that and she sighed, frowning at him. "Loki, I know what it looked like... but I swear to you, I don't want him. He forced himself on me and told me he wanted me back, but I told him to piss off." She reached over and set a hand on the raven-haired man's shoulder, a shimmer of sincerity in her eyes.

"Besides," she murmured, "there's someone else I have my eye on… and he's shown me much more kindness than that bastard ever did."

Loki's eyes widened slightly at the admission and his expression softened when Felicity's hand moved to rest against his cheek, her thumb lightly stroking the skin there. A part of him wanted to believe that Felicity was lying to him. After all, he had been lied to in the past, and he knew it wouldn't be the last time. At the same time, though, he was a talented liar himself, so he knew what to look for. Felicity wasn't exhibiting any of the telltale signs of deception, which left only one possible explanation: she was telling him the truth. Slowly, carefully, he brought a hand up to rest over Felicity's as it stroked his cheek. He held it as though he would bruise the young woman's hand with the slightest bit of pressure.

Felicity smiled warmly at him, her gaze soft as it trailed briefly to Loki's lips. She had found herself wondering more and more lately: how soft were they? Would he be a good kisser? Her mind was often preoccupied with daydreams of her handsome flatmate whenever she was at work, and it could be very distracting. Now seemed as good a time as any to find the answers to her many questions. Without a second thought, she inched closer until their thighs were almost touching, her lips drawn toward Loki's as though by an invisible thread. The closer she came to kissing him, the more her breath hitched.

Loki couldn't think. He could hardly breathe when he saw Felicity drawing nearer and nearer; her breath smoothed warmly over his lips like the barest brush of feathers. In his centuries of life, Loki had never shared a real kiss with a woman. After Sif had rejected him, Loki shut his heart completely to the fairer sex (with the exception of his mother Frigga, of course) and that was the end of it. He did not take rejection well, and a more pessimistic side of him screamed in his head that Felicity was toying with him, that this was all a joke to her in some way. Deep down, though, he knew that wasn't true. There was meaning behind this moment, and Loki's heart swelled at the realization.

Someone really loved him.

He closed his eyes and allowed his lips to move in unison with Felicity's, one hand resting softly against her lower back to hold her to him while the other hand moved to cradle one side of her face against his palm. Emboldened by the fact that Loki wasn't uncomfortable with the kiss, Felicity soon put more feeling into it and the kiss became more passionate and almost desperate in nature, her arms wrapping around Loki's neck. She was pressed flush against him by now, her hands sliding through the man's dark hair and lightly gripping it between her fingers. At some point, she ended up on Loki's lap, a knee on either side of his hips. She reluctantly broke the kiss a minute later to catch her breath, panting softly over Loki's lips and opening her long-lashed eyes to lock gazes with him.

Loki's hands rested on Felicity's hips now, lips slightly parted as he, too, caught his breath. The corner of his mouth turned up in a slight smirk when he saw how flushed Felicity looked, unaware that he was flushed as well.

"I am sorry for being so suspicious," he murmured, his voice still sounding somewhat breathless from the kiss. "If you didn't care about me, I… I don't suppose you would have come looking for me."

"You're right; I wouldn't have." Felicity held Loki's face between her hands, smiling and resting her forehead against his. "I love you."

"I… I love you, too."

Felicity pulled away slightly, her expression suddenly serious as she observed him. It was almost as though she was trying to read something on his face, and he raised a questioning eyebrow at her.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Felicity sighed quietly and shook her head, a little smile returning to her face. "It's nothing. Now… where were we?" Before Loki had time to open his mouth and say anything in response, Felicity's lips were on his once more and all words were lost to the sound of their mingled breaths and the rustling of clothing.

The span of time between kissing on the couch and falling onto Felicity's bed was a blur in Loki's mind. At some point on the way to the bedroom, his shirt was discarded and his belt was unbuckled. His breath hitched when Felicity straddled his hips and he felt a stirring warmth that spread from his lower abdomen to his groin when she put all of her weight on that area. He pushed the bottom of Felicity's dress further up her thighs to expose the silky-smooth skin there, his fingertips occasionally kneading the firm-but-soft flesh he found there. He tilted his head back when Felicity's lips nipped and sucked along the expanse of his neck, a muscle tensing there in anticipation.

Felicity must have sensed his anxiety because she chuckled lightly against his neck and sat back to look down at him, her pupils slightly dilated with desire as she shifted her hips over his groin. He groaned at the movement, fingers tensing against her thighs.

"You're so sensitive," she said pointedly. "Haven't you ever done anything like this before?"

Loki shook his head. "Never." He smiled when Felicity looked genuinely shocked at this new bit of information and he sat up to kiss her, sliding a hand along the length of her back while propping himself up with the other.

"I guess I just never met the right woman," he whispered against her lips. Their affections resumed as Felicity assisted Loki with removing her dress, raising her arms so that he could slide it off of her and drop it off the side of the bed. Her skin was so warm against his own, yet it made a chill dance through him. He couldn't help but be slightly nervous. What if he did something wrong? What if he couldn't satisfy Felicity? This was his first time, after all. What if, what if, what if…

He flipped their positions then, laying Felicity down on the bed and resting between her legs. He would just have to do his best to make her feel good, he decided. There was nothing wrong with experimenting, right? He copied what Felicity had done to him, nipping and suckling her neck. He was rewarded with a few breathy moans and a murmured utterance of his name, the beautiful young woman's fingers weaving into his long hair and urging him to continue his path downward. He did.

A hand reached around to undo the clasp of Felicity's bra so that he could remove it, his cheeks feeling hot when he saw her bare breasts. She was gorgeous; more gorgeous than Sif could ever hope to be (he thought that last with a certain amount of smugness). Unable to resist, his lips kissed over one of Felicity's breasts before toying briefly with the hardened nub he found there, repeating the action with the other before continuing down her body. His lips soon reached the hem of her panties and he flicked his sylvan gaze toward her face, silently questioning whether it was okay for him to continue.

She only nodded, her lips parted with silent bliss.

Loki's fingertips slid under the waistband of her panties and slid them down her long legs, dropping them somewhere next to the bed. He took a few moments to admire her body, how it shifted under him and how a thin sheen of sweat was already starting to form on her feverish skin. He swallowed heavily and ground his hips briefly against the bed with a quiet grunt, his own arousal starting to feel almost painful in the confines of his trousers.

The garment was kicked off soon enough, his undergarments soon to follow. It was uncomfortable for a minute, being so exposed to Felicity's gaze, but he supposed it was only fair since she, too, was baring everything to him. The blankets on Felicity's bed were soft, but against Loki's overly sensitive member, they felt abrasive and rough. He groaned into Felicity's hip and he looked up at her face when he heard her say his name as though to get his attention.

"I can help with that," she whispered huskily, eyes hooded with desire as she stared down at him. She knew Loki had planned on doing a similar thing to her, but she could wait. If this really was Loki's first intimate encounter with a woman, she wanted to ensure that she made it worthwhile and unforgettable. She guided Loki to lie down against the pillows on her bed so that he was sitting up a bit and she knelt between his legs, trailing her fingertips down his torso until she could take his erection in-hand.

Loki shuddered and released a soft moan, his eyes closing for a few moments because of the sudden pleasure before opening again and focusing on Felicity's face. He was no stranger to a hand touching him (even though the only hand he had ever felt before this was his own), but when Felicity ducked her head toward him, he knew there was more in store for him than that. He felt the warmth of Felicity's mouth slowly taking him in and he tilted his head back against the pillows, huskily whispering her name and sliding his fingers through her auburn hair.

She continued this oral stimulation for several minutes, only using her tongue to tease the tip a few times before releasing him. He groaned at the loss of that warmth, opening his eyes to see what she was up to this time. He was surprised when he saw her sliding one hand between her legs and he reached out to lightly grab her wrist, making her pause.

"You don't need to do that," he said with an almost shy smile, motioning for her to lie down in his place. She did. "It's only fair that I return the favor." He lay down on his stomach between her legs and allowed her to put her legs over his shoulders, giving him an unobstructed view of what was between her legs. He ran his tongue slowly along her wet folds, the smell of her arousal thick in his nostrils as he flicked his tongue repeatedly along the sensitive little bud of flesh he found there. He delighted in the sharp cry of bliss that tore free of Felicity's lungs, her body writhing on the bed and her legs spreading a bit further apart so that he would be able to focus more on that particular spot. The female anatomy was an interesting one, indeed. With every flick of his tongue over that area, it was as though Felicity simultaneously melted and tensed every muscle in her body, her back arching and the most beautiful sounds sliding past her parted lips.

He simply couldn't wait any longer. He needed to have her. He raised his head and moved so that he was holding himself over her, his lips playing briefly along hers as he spoke. He uttered only Felicity's name, but the way it was said was all Felicity needed to know that he was as ready as she was. She sat up a bit and reached toward her nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a small, foil packet. Loki eyed it curiously, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at the strange object. Felicity laughed softly. Perhaps they don't have condoms in Asgard. They probably have other means of birth control, she thought.

"It's just a precaution," she explained, tearing off the foil and showing him the condom. "You know, against pregnancy."

"Ah, of course." Loki watched, bemused, as Felicity started rolling the thin but durable barrier over his member, moaning quietly at the warm touch of her hands. The condom felt strange, but it was undoubtedly necessary. Once it was on, Felicity lay back down and spread her legs for him, her cheeks flushed and her hair pooled around her head in luscious waves of red-brown. Loki positioned himself at her entrance, prodding her uncertainly and shivering with anticipation at the resulting gasp that came from her.

"It's okay," she whispered to him, eyes shimmering with so much love and trust that it made Loki's heart ache. "You won't hurt me."

Reassured by the comforting tone of the young woman's voice, Loki slowly and carefully pushed into her, groaning huskily at the sensation. She was tight, and so very warm… It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it was wonderful. Soon, he was sheathed fully inside of her and paused for a few moments, nearly overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body.

Felicity moaned breathlessly and wrapped her legs around Loki's waist, grinding against him and smiling at the pleasured sound he made in response to the unexpected movement. "P-please, Loki," she gasped. "Move…"

Loki did as Felicity asked, pulling out slowly until only the tip was in before sliding right back into her. His pace was only slow for a few minutes before quickening to a more moderate one, his movements becoming more confident as Felicity made it more and more apparent with her voice and her movements that he was doing it right. He huffed and moaned into Felicity's neck, kissing and suckling the sensitive skin there between breaths. The coil of heat inside of him built and built with each thrust into her warm body, making it harder for him to string a coherent sentence together.

"I'm… close," he breathed into Felicity's ear, nibbling at her earlobe and gasping when he felt her inner walls squeeze around him more tightly. He had found her sweet spot. Suddenly, Felicity was pushing him onto his back and mounting him, impaling herself on his member and riding him insistently. Her moans and cries increased in volume and Loki gripped her hips firmly, guiding her up and down even though she really didn't need him to.

"M-me, too… O-oh God…! Loki…!" She threw her head back with a loud cry as she reached her end, spasms of bliss coursing through her body as she squeezed Loki ever tighter. Loki reached his breaking point mere moments later, gasping at the intensity of it as he filled the condom. Orgasms were not new to him, but this one was so much more intense than any he could give himself.

Felicity collapsed on top of him and tried her hardest to draw in breaths, her entire body quivering in its post-coital high. Once she had the presence of mind to do so, she slid off of him and helped Loki remove the condom, tying a knot in the end of it to keep the warm fluid inside before tossing it into the waste basket. She snuggled close to Loki's side and released a shaky but contented sigh, smiling and kissing the edge of his jaw.

"I love you," she murmured, sounding quite exhausted from the night's events. Loki smiled and turned onto his side so he could hold her in his arms, resting his chin against the top of her head and running his fingers soothingly through her hair.

"I love you, too."

They were silent for quite some time, resting in each other's arms, and Loki soon wondered if Felicity had fallen asleep. Moments later, though, she broke the silence.

"In the living room before, when you first said you love me… you hesitated," she noted, looking up at him curiously and with a small degree of hurt in her eyes. "Why?"

"No one has ever told me they love me in this way," he answered in no more than a whisper. "The last woman I said I loved threw it back in my face and laughed at me for saying it, so… I suppose a part of me was afraid you might do the same thing."

"But I said it first."

"I know. That's why it confused me; it caught me off-guard."

"I see…"

"Don't worry about it," Loki murmured, tilting Felicity's chin up with his hand and pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. "We should get some sleep. It's been a long day, and you have work tomorrow morning."

"I'm probably not going to go in. I don't have many sick days, so there won't be any harm in calling out just this once. Besides… what could be better than having a day in, cuddling on the couch and watching a few movies?"

Loki laughed. "Alright, but I'm still making you breakfast in the morning."

"Fine by me."


A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I worked really hard on it over the past two days so I could get it done for you guys. Your ongoing support for this fanfic means a lot, and I will do my best to get the next chapter up in a more timely fashion. I start school on Wednesday, so my free time will be even more stretched between that and work, but I'll certainly try to put up chapter eight sooner than I was able to upload this one.

As always, please read and review, and I will see you all next chapter!