<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/0VQPS7qOJ_A/mqdefault.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> 7:28 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane Foster </span></span><br/><br/>Thor had remembered his promise to Jane about 'no more smashing' from back in the New Mexico diner and intended to keep it, although with all the busted light fixtures and gaping hole in the wall/ceiling, who would really notice a shattered shot glass? Nevertheless, he set the glass down gently on the nightstand after his second shot and raised his eyebrows in an impressed but surprised reaction to Jane also taking a second one. He didn't mean for her to imitate him, but perhaps she felt she needed to be even more relaxed than he now felt. He certainly didn't expect her to become even more inflamed with passion by it, turning what ought to have been a lightheaded swoon into a tigress pouncing in for the kill.<br/><br/>Thor had to use the strength he never expected to have to on Jane to lean backward and pull her with him, knowing he was still a good two-and-a-half times heavier than she and figuring the drink may have caused her to forget how hazardous that could be. But with her now laying on top of him and sucking the breath out of him once again, Thor felt his manhood standing at attention once more, with even more fury than before, poking her right in the pubes and feeling the soft material of her panties caressing his glans.<strong>"I think I am ready again."</strong>he gasped once their kiss broke and he could draw breath. New energy coursed through him, and he didn't know whether to attribute it to the mortal drink or to Jane's seduction; if it was the former, no wonder that Stark drank so much of the stuff, if this was the reward!<br/><br/><strong>"Let us join and become one."</strong>he whispered, nibbling her earlobe gently as he lay back to look into her eyes and smile, both hands leaving a trail down her checks to her neck and shoulders, all the way down her sides to her hips, where he bucked teasingly as if already penetrating her. He'd heard his mother say something about the 'beast with two backs' and thought it may one day be a beast he would have to slay; he never imagined it would be him and the woman he loved uniting in sexual bliss.