<div class="floatright">(http://susansternberg.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/natalie-portman-thor-movie.jpg)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Elevator from War Room to Penthouse level<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:55 pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/><em>Thor felt more strongly for her than for his throne, his birthright?</em>Jane was not certain if she could believe it, but the sincerity in his tone, in the sentiment brought a smile to her face all the same, and she chuckled lightly into his chest.<br/><br/>Her mirth grew into a full laugh as she pulled away from the embrace. “The entire<em>trailer</em>?” Jane didn’t doubt that he could, not for a moment, and that Thor had even considered such a feat lifted her spirits. His perspective was always so refreshing, sometimes, but never not interesting in its difference from her own.<br/><br/>“I think my poor trailer’s had enough moving about for one day. We’ll leave it for now. I’m sure Stark’s got a spare room around here somewhere we could move my things into.” Jane gave Thor a small smile.<br/><br/>“We<em>do</em>have work to do, but…<em>this</em>matters too.” She took his hand in her own and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “We don’t get too many extra chances, right?” Her smile faded, but then the elevator slowed to a stop, its doors noiselessly sliding open.<br/><br/>“Come on, I’ll show you where Tony dumped me on the roof.”<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><em>...continued in Stark Tower - Living Quarters (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=144301.msg6990957#msg6990957)</em></strong></span></span></div>