Mischief Makers Ch. 06

Cami slipped him into her mouth, taking more of his length this time and tantalizing the flesh with her warm saliva and skillful tongue as her hand continued to move from his base to her mouth. Then she pulled back, dragging her full, wet lips across every inch to the tip, which she licked before reversing course and reclaiming him again.

Loki was in absolute bliss as she did this over and over again. Then she picked up the pace so her head was bobbing and more of his length was disappearing into her mouth and throat. When he couldn't stand it anymore he started to gently thrust upwards and Cami quickly adjusted to match the movement. She was staring up at Loki with such lust that it quickly pushed him to release.

"Now," he barely managed to say right before his eyes clamped shut, his toes curled and he exploded with a loud moan, losing what felt like a lifetime of tension along with his hot semen down her tight throat. His mind blanked and an overwhelming peace settled over him like he had finally achieved death.

Cami lulled him out of this state of exaggerated euphoria by going after his scars with her insistent kisses and causing small firings in his brain's pain receptors.

"Don't fall asleep," she warned him. "I'm super horny now and the next closest unattached guy, who isn't my brother, is Steve."

Loki opened his eyes and smiled at her playful expression. "I don't think the good Captain would be able to look anyone in the eye for days if you performed like that on him, My Dear."

"Oh, so you liked it," Cami said with a touch of sarcasm. "I thought you might have since you almost fainted."

"I did not almost faint," he insisted, feeling a little irked by the accusation.

"You got pretty relaxed. I thought I might lose you."

Loki decided that he'd better take her teasing in the manner it was intended, which he was fairly certain was to boost her own confidence, not attack his own.

He admitted, "You were glorious."

Cami appeared to appreciate the compliment even if she was still in a mood.

"Am I being a brat?" she asked, softening her tone a little and shifting forward on his chest.

"Yes, but you're my brat, and I..." He hesitated, realizing that the word 'love' was right on the tip of his tongue and was likely to be followed by the word 'you'. He didn't know if he should say that to her when even he still questioned and pondered aspects of their relationship.

"You what?" she asked, still being playful.

He couldn't seem to bring order to his thoughts, but didn't want to leave her waiting too long. "I... forgive you for teasing me."

She smirked at him. "Hey, if you want to get me back, I have a particular spot where you can tease me all you want."

Loki laughed heartily. "That was far from subtle."

"Sometimes bold and blunt is better," Cami said. She laid into him with desperate, hot kisses, offering her breasts for his touches and stroking him until he was soon hard again.

Loki rolled over and retrieved the box of condoms from the nightstand. He ripped open the box, separated out one blue packet and left the rest on the stand.

"Want me to help?" Cami offered as he opened the packet.

"I have the situation well in hand," he assured Cami, making her chuckle - even if he hadn't purposely tried to be funny.

He completed the application and took a few moments to let himself enjoy Cami's beautifully-toned body before drawing near again, watching her for signs of just how she preferred to do this. At this point, he would deny her nothing she wanted.

Cami snuggled up against him, looking more sentimental than he'd expected after the teasing. "I know our bodies don't exactly match up cause I'm short and you're so tall, but I like being close during."

Loki took in the space available to them, then gripped Cami at the hips and pulled her more toward the center of the bed. Cami flattened out on her back, and Loki slipped a pillow under her hips then positioned himself between her thighs. He asked if she was comfortable, to which she replied that she was.

With Loki's initial strokes, he slid his length along her folds, collecting her lubrication and feeling her tremble and jump while she bit anxiously at her lip. Then he touched against her entrance, pushing forward. At first her petite body resisted, but with some added force he slipped in, causing Cami to momentarily tense up.

Loki froze while she took in some deep breaths. He was feeling a little guilty that he hadn't taken the time to prepare her properly. A tongue was far from adequate when she hadn't been with anyone for so long.

He found the best position for his legs before lying down so they could be close like she'd wanted. He did have to tilt his head and arch his back some so he could get a decent view of her features.

When she relaxed again, Loki started to move, establishing a slow rhythm, but with a variance of shallow and deeper thrusts.

Cami held him gently, lightly rubbing at his back while she nuzzled his shoulder and made little noises of appreciation that made him smile.

He tried to stay aware of her breathing, body tension and responding touches as he gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. Occasionally, he would surprise her by going slower, faster, deeper or less deep than he had been with the previous strokes, which effectively teased and escalated their building arousal in turn.

Even through the latex condom, the building friction and heat was wonderfully effective on him. So, when he felt her arms tighten around him and she was panting desperately, Loki responded by shifting his position just enough to change the angle of penetration. This way he could better stimulate her while he picked up the pace and force of his thrusts.

Cami gasped and started to buck her hips up to meet him. "Are you close?" she asked, tilting her head back to look at him. There was a beautiful, healthy sheen of sweat on her cheeks and forehead.

"I'll come with you," he panted, hardly able to speak with the tremendous sensations they were creating together. He hoped he would be able to hold out. "Warn me."

"Soon," she said, and gave a little whimper. "Very soon."

The moment came within seconds with Cami screaming his name and him moaning something that almost sounded like hers as their bodies lurched then slowly broke down into shudders. Cami wrapped her legs around Loki and begged him to remain in as long as he could through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

He caressed her, admiring how innocent and alluring she looked, even with her damp, tousled hair, flushed cheeks and their mixed scents thick in the air.

"We don't want the condom to slip off," he finally told her, gently breaking the hold so he could withdraw from her and dispose of the 'evidence'.

When he returned to the bed, Cami had rolled off the pillow. She turned on her side, cuddling up to him as he smoothed her hair and kissed her drooping eyelids. "Are you alright?" he asked tentatively.

"I'm sleepy and satisfied," she said with a smile, but didn't open her eyes. "Are you sure you weren't the God of Sex instead of Mischief?"

You're absolutely adorable, his mind wanted to tell her, but his actual, tired response was simply, "I'm sure."

Cami dozed off immediately. Loki managed to pull a couple layers of covers up over them before he drifted off too.

- - - - -

When Clint was awakened by screams and moans from down the hall, he realized it had been stupid for him to choose a room remotely close to his sister and her boyfriend.

He glanced at the digital alarm clock and saw that it was early. Since his internal system was thrown off by the time change, he wasn't sure if he could go back to sleep or not. He pulled a pillow over his head, attempting to clear his mind and relax, but ultimately realized after several minutes that it was futile. So, he left the bed, pulled some items from his bags and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

Natasha's clear toiletries bag was resting on the counter. Clint could see her bottle of perfume tucked in with the diverse selection of beautification products, and he grinned at the memory of how great she had smelled at the party.

He used the facilities, undressed and stepped into the shower, thinking about the awkwardness during the drive from the consulate to the hotel the previous night. Natasha had climbed into the adjacent seat, but avoided looking at him. Then she pulled the same act for the ride to the rental house, suspiciously keeping her gaze averted as she took in the city outside the van's darkened windows.

Clint needed to talk to Natasha, though he had nothing prepared. He just knew he had to set it right somehow and that meant getting her attention before she left for Greece that night and when they weren't surrounded by people. Maybe it wouldn't be completely impossible if she didn't actively hide from him.

Clint didn't linger in the shower. He felt rushed and anxious even though he was technically on vacation leave for the day and should be relaxing.

As he padded back toward his room, Clint spotted Natasha's bedroom door ajar and the light was on. He approached then knocked softly.

"Come in."

He peeked inside to find Natasha was standing at the window beyond the bed. She was wearing a silky red robe and calmly running a brush through her curls. She didn't even look his way as she said, "They woke you too, huh?"

Clint entered and shut the door. Hints of embarrassment warmed his face, making it even harder to talk with his own desires so close to the surface.

"Yeah," was all he managed to say.

When she didn't continue, Clint had to consider his options. Finally, he said, "I think I should apologize."

Natasha lowered the hairbrush, but didn't turn away from the window. She answered with a soft, "No."

"You've got to let me do something," Clint insisted. "I don't like this tension, and I know it's my fault. I'm really sor..."

"Shush," she interrupted, suddenly turning his way. Though she hadn't raised her voice, she still sounded angry.

Clint fell silent. He wasn't hurt or offended as much as stunned.

Natasha came within a few feet of him and tossed her hairbrush on the bed. "You caught me off guard at the party. So, what? Good for you."

Clint was frustrated that she was reacting this way. It compounded his guilt. "Nat..."

"Wait until I'm finished," she softly demanded. "How did you know that I wore the dress for you?"

Wait. Clint thought, She really did wear it for me?

"You know I like purple," Clint stammered, unsure what more he could say.

"I have plenty of purple stuff in my wardrobe. Why ask me that last night?"

Her eyes and features were so active with emotion that Clint knew he could get buried in the effort to dig himself out of this hole. Plus, she had the potential to seriously hurt him if she wanted.

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do. You're not quite good enough to lie to me."

Clint was desperate for the right words to fix everything, but none appeared. So, he had no choice, but to speak the truth and accept the consequences. "I wanted it to be true," he said, trying not to chicken out and break eye contact with her. His stomach tightened, adding to his discomfort while she stood silently considering him.

She asked him firmly, "You do know that Cami, Loki and your buddies have been manipulating you, right?"

Clint had no idea what she was talking about, but just the thought of what she was suggesting put him on edge. "I guess not," he said gruffly.

Natasha's tone had softened by the time she spoke next. "Cami's been very curious about our relationship since she arrived. She wants us together, and you know how she can be when she wants something."

He felt foolish and angry to be on the spot like this and so ill-prepared to defend himself.

Clint said, "You've been on my mind lately. Too much, in fact, and now you tell me that my sister has come up with an elaborate scheme to bring us together."

"Considering how effective their efforts have been," she said, "I bet Loki was the mastermind."

Clint huffed and looked down, noticing that his hands were clenching into fists. "God, Nat, how long have you known?"

"I've been suspicious for a while," Natasha admitted, also looking a bit unnerved.

Clint shook his head and backed away from her. There was hot emotion expanding in his chest as he asked, "Why didn't you warn me that this was happening?"

Though he'd asked the question, Clint didn't know if he could handle the answer. So, he actually turned away and gripped the doorknob before he sensed her move up behind him. He looked over his shoulder, feeling the softness and warmth of each fingertip as she lightly touched his bared back.

"We've been friends a long time. Obviously, I didn't like that you were being deceived," Natasha said, her voice and gaze full of conflicting emotion.

"If I can't trust you, my sister or friends to have my back, well... I give up."

Natasha whipped around him, pushing the door shut as Clint started to open it.

"I wanted it to be true," she confessed with wide, fearful eyes, borrowing his own words.

Clint stared intensely at her.

Natasha was attempting a brave face, but Clint could see that her emotions sabotaged her efforts. "I don't want to be just friends anymore," she said. "I kept looking for clues that you might feel the same way, but you're so damn distracted by Cami and missions and a million other things. Of course I let them try their plan, because I had to know."

Clint's mind was slow to compute. Her words played over and over in his mind as memories and feelings about her flooded in to add to the confusing mix. Why he thought he could feel her warm flesh or the softness of her hair when his hands weren't on her, was disorienting and vexing. He could also smell the scents of her rose perfume, favorite shampoo and body lotion too strongly in his nostrils.

"Please say something," Natasha said, appearing so vulnerable and afraid that she almost didn't look like herself.

Thoughts and sensory data overloaded Clint to the point that he couldn't form words. He released the knob, snatched Natasha around the waist and pulled her against him. He took hold of her at the back of her delicate neck with his other hand and pressed his mouth urgently to hers.

He felt Natasha quickly respond, injecting her own desire into their kiss as she grabbed and held him eagerly with both arms.

"I want you so bad," Clint whispered in her ear as he went after her throat and neck with his kisses.

Then Natasha suddenly let go of him and tried to pull back. "Wait. We can't get carried away," she said in a near panic.

"What?" Clint tightened his grip on her and growled with lustful agitation. "Now you want to stop?"

"The whole house could hear us."

Clint backed Natasha up to the door, attacking her mouth between quick exchanges. "It's OK. We'll work it out," he promised.

He felt her arms slide up under his and gently push at him as she squirmed. "Clint, I'm not on any birth control. Please?"

Clint refused to release her, so he shouldn't have been surprised when Natasha decided to resort to dirty tactics. She tickled him along his ribs, having no doubt discovered the sensitive spot years ago and stored the tidbit away in her memory for a moment such as this. As soon as his grip broke, she ducked away, taking refuge on the other side of the room.

Clint was annoyed by this underhanded maneuver, but also realized that she could have done far worse to him. "You are a tease," he accused, leaning back on the door and inhaling deeply to help even out his breathing.

"We're too smart to give in haphazardly to lust," she said, seeming to be convincing herself while she tried it on him.

This isn't happening, Clint thought in dismay. His whole body ached for her, not just in his groin.

"Naaaaat," he whined softly, sliding down the door until he was sitting on the floor, "how can you do this to me?"

Natasha took a step toward him then stopped, obviously not trusting herself to get too close. She chose to sit down too, tucking her legs underneath her. "I'm sorry. If I'd thought... I would have been prepared."

The torture dragged on with neither of them speaking, only panting and staring. Natasha wiped tears of frustration from her expressive green eyes.

Clint was fresh from the shower, yet sweaty now like he was going through a forced detox and Natasha was his drug of choice.

"I stopped carrying condoms a while ago," Clint admitted quietly when he felt more in control. "Didn't see the point, I guess."

Natasha nodded, seeming to understand exactly what he meant.

"The minute we do this, you know it's going to be all over S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers," she told him with a morose expression.

Clint was uncertain as he asked, "Do you want to back down and never speak of it again?"

"No, of course not."

He was relieved that she had been so quick and decisive with her response.

"We'll be in town all day, then you leave for Greece tonight. What am I going to do?"

"Why not come with me?" she suggested. "Let Loki and Cami watch over themselves for a while."

Clint instantly chuckled. "Why do we watch them so closely anyway?"

Natasha shrugged. "Did you hear the first thing I said?"

"Yeah. At least, I think so."

"I asked you to come with me to Santorini."

"There's no way I can refuse that offer, but you have to clear it through Maria and Nick for me. That is one conversation I want to avoid."

She relaxed then. "Deal."

Clint climbed to his feet, feeling overwhelmed emotionally, yet mentally disconnected and physically tired as he opened the bedroom door.

"Another shower?" Natasha asked knowingly.

"Yeah. Gotta clear my head." He did look longingly back at her and her disheveled appearance before shutting the door behind him.

- - - - -

While Cami showered, Loki chose to lounge in bed, listening to the sounds of people moving about the house. He realized he would have to find a way to endure or avoid the discomfort of Thor's company as well as deal with such a large group dynamic over extended hours in unfamiliar territory. Surely the day would be nothing short of terrible for him.

When Cami returned, she sent Loki to take his own shower, which he could have drawn out for a while to waste more of the morning, but he could tell from the collection of toiletries on the counter that they were not the only ones using this particular bathroom.

When he got back to their room, Cami was straightening up the bed and their discarded clothes, having already dressed in a casual white blouse, dark blue jeans and what she called her walking shoes.

"Is that how everyone will be dressed?" Loki asked her, opening his suitcase and inspecting the clothes Steve had packed for him. Clint had provided Loki with casual Midgardian clothes back at the helicarrier, but he always wore his uniforms when not in sleeping attire.

Cami nodded. "You've got jeans in there right?" She walked over to the bed to peek in his suitcase.

"The material is strange," Loki said, hinting with his tone that he wasn't likely to wear the jeans.

"OK. Whatever makes you comfortable since we'll be out and about most of the day, I think."

Cami turned back to the mirror, frowning at her reflection. "I'm going to find someone to braid my hair before breakfast. It's driving me crazy."

Loki contemplated his options as she departed. His less-than-eager attitude about the day's prospects was hindering him from deciding what he was going to wear. In a way, he was protesting simply through his inaction.

Finally, Loki pulled on his black uniform pants and shoes, a white t-shirt and a gray lightweight jacket to hide the scars on his arms. He also grabbed his wallet that Steve had the foresight to pack for him.