<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://images.hitfix.com/photos/909165/How-did-Thor-get-back-to-Earth-and-did-he-sidestep-Jane-Foster_gallery_primary.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> 7:08 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane Foster </span></span><br/><em><br/>Haven't I already done just that, or should I have asked permission?</em>Thor thought, Jane's unexpected question catching him off-guard. That, and the fact that the bed was creaking precariously under his weight, which due to his density caused him to be roughly twice as heavy as a mortal of his size. But Jane's obvious signs of arousal, erect nipples mirroring what was happening inside of his pants, helped him proceed without delay.<strong>"Please do."</strong>he insisted, gently gripping her wrist and bringing her hand forward to his chest, which she seemed unable to take her eyes from.<br/><br/>With Jane able to explore the tight pectorals and abdominals his shirtless form sported, Thor dipped his thumbs into his beltline and slowly tugged his bottoms off, revealing a thin pair of undershorts where a very obvious bulge was visible down the right leg, looking very constricted underneath. He was happy to wait, however, while Jane admired him. He had of course seen the other Avengers in their ordinary states and apart from Rogers, none of them appeared to be quite as in shape as he, unless Banner was in an angry mood, of course. If the greatest heroes in the world weren't all up to his physical condition, it should come as no surprise that Jane hadn't seen anything quite this impressive before. That, or maybe she was just fascinated to be laying hands on a man from another world in a way that hadn't likely been done before.<br/><br/>Of course, idle hands were rather wicked, so naturally Thor mutually took his opportunity to explore Jane's body. He had his curiosities, of course, but his upbringing had given him plenty of clues about what to expect; watching Sif battle in her various dressings was sufficient to leave very little to the imagination. But he was fixated on Jane now, delicately pinching the straps of her camisole and pulling them down the sides of her arms and letting the camisole slowly fall below her breasts. They were quite nice, he thought, just the right size and shape. He became even more excited now, shifting his position and scooting further up the bed, turning to lie on his back. He beckoned for Jane to follow and climb over him and continue her experimental groping and observation.