<div class="floatright">(http://famous-wallpapers.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/23.jpg)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Stark Industries Labs<br/><strong>Time:</strong>(Friday morning)<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>(no one)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>To call sex "mindblowing" just seemed a little cliched and ridiculous to Jane. Except, in last night's case, the adjective was pretty appropriate. Maybe it was because she'd gone into science lockdown mode these past few months and had neglected her sex life, or because Thor didn't even technically count as human, or because they'd been waiting so long for each other. Whatever the reason, Jane couldn't remember a time sex had been more satisfying<em>and</em>exhausting.<br/><br/>After she'd finally peeled her tired body off the mattress, she'd tip-toed around the broken glass on the carpet to the attached en-suite, showered, and snuck out into the common room to raid the fridge. Her "dinner" that night ended up being a pint of ice cream she'd shared with Thor (he ate most of it); it was completely juvenile, and wonderfully freeing.<br/><br/>Jane woke up early this morning and crawled over Thor's sleeping (and snoring) form to get dressed and head on down to the lab. She tugged on the sleeves of her grey sweater out of habit as she let the lab door slide open, notebook in hand.<br/><br/>The first place to start, she'd decided, was in reviewing Tony's plans for the space station more in-depth, and even though Stark might scoff at her for doing it, she had tons of paper and pens in tow for notes.