<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://michellemiles.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Thor-Shirtless.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Thor Odinson<br/><strong>Title:</strong> God of Thunder<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower Living Quarters, Jane's Suite<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 7:10 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane Foster </span></span><br/><br/>Jane's barely covered body was much more arousing than he'd suspected, though her choice of lingerie was a tad bit peculiar; he wasn't familiar with maritime themes and so wasn't sure how to interpret the patterns on her bra, but what he wanted now to was to get her out of that as quickly as possible, that and the last piece of cloth keeping him from being able to see her womanhood. But he wanted to remove those garments himself, and to have her remove the last thing he was wearing. Being able to share that between each other was one last piece of agreement between them that this was right, no matter how quickly they may have been jumping into it.<br/><br/><strong>"I want you, and no other, more than anything in the whole of creation."</strong>he answered honestly, stroking her cheek, kissing her again.<strong>"Let us hide nothing from one another."</strong>he suggested, reaching up behind her to undo her bra. Her bare breasts spilled forth, firm and round, her nipples gorgeous and looking delicious. He had been so fixated on her earthly beauty that the rest of her body eluded his imagination and it now overwhelmed him, making him wish to explore her as she had done with him. But it was now her turn again, to do as she wished, to touch him again wherever she pleased, or to remove the last thing keeping him from being utterly bare, and unleashing his serpent.