[ Typically Thor would try to avert his gaze out of respect for her modesty, but she seems to be intentionally letting him see her and he can hardly be blamed for his gaze lingering. His memories of being with Jane are very vivid, she is hardly forgettable in any sense of the word, but memories are not the same thing as active experience. She is so beautiful. Thor is drawn to her when she leans closer to him, unable to resist coming right up close, staring down at her. ]
Neither of us really needs a shirt.
[ His emotions are in turmoil and the raging storm outside shows that pretty clearly. He let it go and the consequences will be something to worry about later, but she has always been able to calm him, comfort him. Loki and the pain he inspires is shuttled to the side of his mind, another problem to worry about, even as the emotional blood drawn from his actions is internal. How is he supposed to bring Loki back to Earth when he's still acting like this? How is he going to save him from his own man-made tragic fate?
Thor looks down at her, seeking anything but guilt and torment. He reaches out to cup her face in his palm, close enough to her she can feel his body heat, hotter now for being alone in a room with a mostly naked Jane Foster. ]
Long enough to reconcile with the love of my life, I would say.
[ His heart in his one eye, more than willing to get rid of his clothes, but he needs permission from her too. Thor knows what he wants and he is unafraid to say it, yet he always waits to be met halfway, to know that his heart is not alone. He wants to be swept away in her; only in her arms has he known true peace. Jane Foster, the smartest person he knows, the woman with her head in the stars and who can cross a wild storm to find the eye of it fearlessly. ]
[ Apologize? Explain? She trails off because he's looking at her like that, and she's remembering exactly how they got here, and subsequently realizing that the last thing she wants to talk about is the reasoning behind the rift that happened between them. Especially not tonight. Honestly there's not much to be said about it that they haven't already said at this point anyway, she's always been honest and upfront with him, and he's given her nothing less in response, as far as she's aware there are no hidden mysteries or secret facets between them. At least nothing significant that might somehow make them feel differently about each other. She knows him, he knows her. That's never changed.
She's distracted enough by that heat that radiates from him, especially now that it's barely obscured by any barriers, that she's not sure if she manages to drop the shirt onto the back of that chair or she misses it entirely, but she doesn't care much. After gazing up at him for several seconds, her expression softening, she's trailing her fingers over his chest and his own very dry clothing. If she could find buttons or a zipper or something she would probably be tugging at it, but this isn't a Sarano outfit. It's not very subtle.
She is standing very close to him, fully naked now, after all. And if that wasn't unsubtle enough, she'll tug his hands where they need to go. ]
[ Thor also thinks that they've said all they need to say about the rift between them and the reasons it happened. They understand one another; they've always been good at communicating, even when it's non-verbal. Her body language is inviting and welcoming, and he trusts his ability to read her. He always looked to his parents' marriage as a beacon of what he wanted. While his relationship with his father has been problematic these days, he still saw the two of them as a pair who understood each other and had ultimate respect as well as love. He used to long for that same connection and then he met Jane and it clicked.
He says the love of his life and it is the truth. He lets out a breath he was holding, waiting for a sign from her to be mutual, when she reaches out to touch his chest. He smiles at her, raising an eyebrow.]
The reconciling that comes from one thing we're very, very good at together.
[ Thor reaches down to sweep her right off her feet. They're in a bedroom together and there is nothing he wants more than to use it. He carries her to the bed and sets her down on it, eye lingering over her body as he quickly moves to get off his armor and leather clothes. Perhaps a little too eager to strip down, but no one can blame him. He even kicks a boot across the room in his haste. Once he stands naked in front of her, Thor gets onto his knees on the bed, climbing toward her.
While sexual chemistry is something they've shared from early on, it still is a homecoming of sorts, and it means something to him. Being with Jane will never just be sex. He still is hungry to see her look at him, to know she wants him still after this time apart. ]
I want to make love to you, Jane Foster. My life is never as good without you.
[ There's always a thrill associated with the sensation of being very literally swept up into Thor's arms, she's never quite fully prepared for it, but she loves it all the same. She's also long since grown to trust him to the point where she doesn't feel the need to flail for a grip when he's fully supporting her, instead she's more deliberate about looping her arms around his neck for the closeness rather than any worry that he might drop her. She knows exactly where he's taking her too, and the awareness only deepens the flush that's made her cheeks pink, and she feels like her heart might be trying to literally jump out of her chest as she slides from his arms to the bed.
She's propping herself up there while he strips out of his clothes, because despite the blush she's not actually shy a out watching him very closely, her eyes trailing over every curve and line of muscle of a body that she knows very intimately. And while there have been some changes, it's still very much the man that she's so hopelessly in love with, still.
It could be that she's putting on an attractive view for him too, though she's not thinking about it, she just happens to be stretched out on the bed in a way that would draw attention to her own softer curves, completely bare but not at all cold now. Though she's eager to welcome him into her arms again when he joins her. ]
And mine's always missing something when you're not here. [ She pauses to kiss him, arching herself up into him and raking her fingers down his back, because as much as she revels in the fact that she gets to see him like this, she also wants to feel him. In every way they can twine themselves together. ] No one else has ever made me feel like this.
[ Thor has thought of her as the most attractive person he's ever seen and it stays true to right now. She lays back on the bed, ready and willing for him, and he could stare at her for hours. Their time together was special regardless of being temporary, but it is not temporary now. He lives in the here and now. Moment to moment. And right then, there is only Jane Foster. Loki and the turmoil he was in is forgotten. No one arrests his attention like her.
Thor sighs as he fits his body down against hers, careful not to put too much of his weight on her beautiful and petite frame. She arches up and he rocks down, letting her feel his immediate desire for her. He was already getting hard from the moment she stood there in nothing and let him look at her, and now he has anticipation curling in his stomach. He leans in and kisses her deeply, passionately, nothing holding them back now or reasons for them to take this slow. He curls a hand over her side down to her hip and then her thigh, squeezing it.
Thor would keep rocking against her but instead she can feel his mouth curl into a smile against hers before he breaks away. He kisses his way down her small frame, taking a few moments at the curve of her neck, glancing up at her when his mouth moves down the middle of her chest. He needs Jane all over him, on his tongue, swallowing him up so he smells of her, tastes only her. ]
Let me remind you why no one else can.
[ Is there an edge of possessiveness? Maybe. Not enough to ever tell his beloved Jane what to do with her life, but he does like being special to her, he likes knowing the two of them can come back to each other again and again. Thor nuzzles her chest and then curls his tongue around one of her nipples, sucking gently to get it hard. He brings his hand up to lick at his fingers and use them on her other nipple, wet enough to rub it into awakeness too.
He can only resist for too long before he hungrily kisses his way down more and more, his mouth trailing in a tauntingly slow search for where he knows they both want to be. Thor glances up her body from his vantage point betwen her soft legs. ]
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Date: 2021-06-24 02:03 am (UTC)Neither of us really needs a shirt.
[ His emotions are in turmoil and the raging storm outside shows that pretty clearly. He let it go and the consequences will be something to worry about later, but she has always been able to calm him, comfort him. Loki and the pain he inspires is shuttled to the side of his mind, another problem to worry about, even as the emotional blood drawn from his actions is internal. How is he supposed to bring Loki back to Earth when he's still acting like this? How is he going to save him from his own man-made tragic fate?
Thor looks down at her, seeking anything but guilt and torment. He reaches out to cup her face in his palm, close enough to her she can feel his body heat, hotter now for being alone in a room with a mostly naked Jane Foster. ]
Long enough to reconcile with the love of my life, I would say.
[ His heart in his one eye, more than willing to get rid of his clothes, but he needs permission from her too. Thor knows what he wants and he is unafraid to say it, yet he always waits to be met halfway, to know that his heart is not alone. He wants to be swept away in her; only in her arms has he known true peace. Jane Foster, the smartest person he knows, the woman with her head in the stars and who can cross a wild storm to find the eye of it fearlessly. ]
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Date: 2021-07-01 04:05 am (UTC)[ Apologize? Explain? She trails off because he's looking at her like that, and she's remembering exactly how they got here, and subsequently realizing that the last thing she wants to talk about is the reasoning behind the rift that happened between them. Especially not tonight. Honestly there's not much to be said about it that they haven't already said at this point anyway, she's always been honest and upfront with him, and he's given her nothing less in response, as far as she's aware there are no hidden mysteries or secret facets between them. At least nothing significant that might somehow make them feel differently about each other. She knows him, he knows her. That's never changed.
She's distracted enough by that heat that radiates from him, especially now that it's barely obscured by any barriers, that she's not sure if she manages to drop the shirt onto the back of that chair or she misses it entirely, but she doesn't care much. After gazing up at him for several seconds, her expression softening, she's trailing her fingers over his chest and his own very dry clothing. If she could find buttons or a zipper or something she would probably be tugging at it, but this isn't a Sarano outfit. It's not very subtle.
She is standing very close to him, fully naked now, after all. And if that wasn't unsubtle enough, she'll tug his hands where they need to go. ]
What kind of reconciling did you have in mind?
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Date: 2021-07-05 11:30 pm (UTC)He says the love of his life and it is the truth. He lets out a breath he was holding, waiting for a sign from her to be mutual, when she reaches out to touch his chest. He smiles at her, raising an eyebrow.]
The reconciling that comes from one thing we're very, very good at together.
[ Thor reaches down to sweep her right off her feet. They're in a bedroom together and there is nothing he wants more than to use it. He carries her to the bed and sets her down on it, eye lingering over her body as he quickly moves to get off his armor and leather clothes. Perhaps a little too eager to strip down, but no one can blame him. He even kicks a boot across the room in his haste. Once he stands naked in front of her, Thor gets onto his knees on the bed, climbing toward her.
While sexual chemistry is something they've shared from early on, it still is a homecoming of sorts, and it means something to him. Being with Jane will never just be sex. He still is hungry to see her look at him, to know she wants him still after this time apart. ]
I want to make love to you, Jane Foster. My life is never as good without you.
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Date: 2021-07-25 01:57 am (UTC)She's propping herself up there while he strips out of his clothes, because despite the blush she's not actually shy a out watching him very closely, her eyes trailing over every curve and line of muscle of a body that she knows very intimately. And while there have been some changes, it's still very much the man that she's so hopelessly in love with, still.
It could be that she's putting on an attractive view for him too, though she's not thinking about it, she just happens to be stretched out on the bed in a way that would draw attention to her own softer curves, completely bare but not at all cold now. Though she's eager to welcome him into her arms again when he joins her. ]
And mine's always missing something when you're not here. [ She pauses to kiss him, arching herself up into him and raking her fingers down his back, because as much as she revels in the fact that she gets to see him like this, she also wants to feel him. In every way they can twine themselves together. ] No one else has ever made me feel like this.
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Date: 2021-08-01 04:50 am (UTC)Thor sighs as he fits his body down against hers, careful not to put too much of his weight on her beautiful and petite frame. She arches up and he rocks down, letting her feel his immediate desire for her. He was already getting hard from the moment she stood there in nothing and let him look at her, and now he has anticipation curling in his stomach. He leans in and kisses her deeply, passionately, nothing holding them back now or reasons for them to take this slow. He curls a hand over her side down to her hip and then her thigh, squeezing it.
Thor would keep rocking against her but instead she can feel his mouth curl into a smile against hers before he breaks away. He kisses his way down her small frame, taking a few moments at the curve of her neck, glancing up at her when his mouth moves down the middle of her chest. He needs Jane all over him, on his tongue, swallowing him up so he smells of her, tastes only her. ]
Let me remind you why no one else can.
[ Is there an edge of possessiveness? Maybe. Not enough to ever tell his beloved Jane what to do with her life, but he does like being special to her, he likes knowing the two of them can come back to each other again and again. Thor nuzzles her chest and then curls his tongue around one of her nipples, sucking gently to get it hard. He brings his hand up to lick at his fingers and use them on her other nipple, wet enough to rub it into awakeness too.
He can only resist for too long before he hungrily kisses his way down more and more, his mouth trailing in a tauntingly slow search for where he knows they both want to be. Thor glances up her body from his vantage point betwen her soft legs. ]
Would this remind you, love?