<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.fd.uproxx.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/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> 7:12 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane Foster </span></span><br/><br/>Thor couldn't help but laugh good-naturedly at Jane's teasing about his excitement. Well, could she blame him for being so eager to make love to a woman as amazing as her? A man who was as good as King of an entire realm had chosen her, out of an entire other realm, as his true love, and yet she was so modestly indifferent to this, valuing him for his inner self and not what his power could give to her. As far as he was concerned, he was the one who had truly been fortunate to share a bed with her.<strong>"I think the feeling is contagious."</strong>he grinned as he rubbed his finger around her stiffened nipple, evidence that she, too, was greatly anticipating their consummation.<br/><br/>Thor did more than touch, of course, as he leaned forward to bring his lips to her bosom and ran his tongue in a circular motion around her areola and nipple, before closing his mouth upon it and sucking, letting the tip pop out of his mouth and then, giving her a sly wink, pursing his lips and blowing cold air against it, watching the nipple stiffen even more under the contrast of temperature. His head still beneath hers, he left a trail of kisses up from her chest, all along her neck until he met her lips again. Lying back again, hugging her to himself, he held her close to him with one hand and let the other curiously wander beneath her panties, rubbing the flesh of her bottom, squeezing and cupping it as he had done with her breasts, pleasantly surprised at how similar the two portions of her figure felt.<br/><br/>He would have sworn his manhood would burst forth out of his undershorts with Jane grinding over him like this, the unfamiliar feeling of gratification from sexuality striking him as superior to the thrill from battle and victory. This 'battle' would also have no losers, which made it even more of a better alternative to what he used to do to make himself feel good. If only this was also as useful for him to contribute to the team as his fighting ability...