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The advantages of the first-class ticket didn’t end when they left the plane. They didn’t have to wait in line for luggage, or share an exit with others. They were led directly to a private garage, where a limo was waiting for them.

Jane was doing her best to look casual, as if she hadn’t watched an incredible battle of lap dances for about ninety minutes. An incredible show, he might add. He walked near her, especially when Darcy drifted back and whispered Natalie about finally giving poor Jane a turn, discussing to leave the two alone in a limo, and taking the next car.

Since Natalie agreed, he decided to focus on Jane.

After all, leaving her out and dry after torturing her with the most intense chain of eroticism she had ever experienced would have been the height of rudeness.

Darcy skipped forward to talk with the limo driver, while Natalie chuckled and drifted back. He took a seat, dropped his camera and laptop to the side. He closed the door on his side. Jane entered from the other side, sitting far away. “Have fun. Enjoy your turn,” Darcy said with a chuckle, and slammed the door shut.

“Darcy—“ Jane gasped, but it was too late. The limo was already on the move. Jane looked at the partition, about to reach the speaker button.

“Don’t tell me you find me that repulsive,” he said. He didn’t even need to act wounded. He smirked teasingly, but even then, she sputtered in panic, trying to explain herself until she finally caught on.

“Jerk,” she called, but her blush was not one of anger.

He smiled, just as he was ready to focus on, when he had caught something shocking. Something he almost wrote off as another SHIELD agent reporting, because the tone and cadence of the voice were so unfamiliar.

But not the voice itself.

It was only due to a combination of Sharp Hearing and Multitasking that he even registered it rather than it fading into the background, and even then, it was barely at the edge.

“Coulson, this is Natasha. I’m requesting an extended observation window. I believe it’s critical to explore whether the asset has external support.”

Natalie.

Suddenly, he was very glad for Multitasking, allowing him to flirt with Jane casually without revealing anything while he listened. An important detail, since the limo was likely bugged as well.

Luckily, with Jane still overheating from sharing the limo alone, he could focus. It was too distant for him to hear what Coulson was saying. He could barely catch what Natalie was saying.

Or, what Natasha was saying.

He didn’t know what to call her.

“Yes, that’s my judgment as the leading field agent.”

“No, I don’t have any evidence, or strong reason to suspect. It’s just a hunch. But, considering the asset’s potential impact on Iron Man and Thor, and the potential impact on the Avengers Initiative, I expect Fury to approve…”

That was all he was able to hear before the limo had moved too far away. He could have asked the limo to turn back, but he didn’t. He had long realized that impulsive decisions rarely led good results.

Instead, he read his unexpected rewards.

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“Why don’t you tell me something interesting about you?” he asked Jane. He needed time to recover.

“Well, my work—“ she started.

He interrupted. “Not your work, you!” he said. “Start with something simple. Like your favorite food,” he said as he poured her a glass of wine.

“Well, I always liked a nice burger…” she started, and they started chatting about street food. It relaxed Jane.

And, it allowed him to process his shock. He couldn’t believe that Natalie tricked him.

No, he corrected. He wasn’t surprised that Natalie had tricked him. Her position was perfect for such a point, allowing her to keep an eye on Tony and him easily without pushing the situation.

It also explained why she constantly rejected Tony’s advances while trying to seduce him; as it was both ways to maintain contact. Tony lost interest in people he slept with, while he was mostly the opposite.

Assuming, of course, that the woman in question was interesting. Which, apparently, Natalie had no issues with.

The shocking part was that she was able to trick him despite all the advantages he had accumulated. The only reason he had caught her was because she couldn’t have accounted for his Sharp Hearing and Multitasking combination, both further enhanced by Peak Specimen.

It was sobering. A reminder that, despite all his precautions, he could have easily revealed himself, saved only by pure luck. He had been trying to hide himself from the other SHIELD agents, which coincidentally kept his secrets from Natalie.

Yet, he found himself smiling. It was also exciting. Natalie, the social-climbing assistant, was entertaining, but ultimately forgettable.

Natasha the infiltrator, on the other hand, was another story. His best guess was that she was some kind of specialized infiltrator, maybe with some assassination mixed in. Black Widow code name was rather on the nose.

Though, it also explained why she was reacting that intensely to Soft Hugger —

That realization made him pause, thinking of her report. It was a simple report, but also an inaccurate one. There were possible red flags he might have revealed, but evidence for possible external support was not one of them.

If she had discovered any, her discussion with Coulson would have been different.

He couldn’t help but smirk in excitement, wondering whether she actually had a hunch, or whether she was creating excuses to enjoy his comforting hugs. Frankly, both seemed likely. Trying to find out was stupid and reckless…

He couldn’t wait to find out.

Later.

For the moment, he had another beautiful woman that needed his attention, one that he had already neglected for too long. Well, not literally, as his multitasking allowed him to entertain her with a bunch of truly terrible food puns that made her relax.

Relaxed enough that, when he suddenly changed the topic, she didn’t shut down in panic. “So, why didn’t you join the other two during the flight?” he asked. “Because you were clearly interested.”

"That's not… I was watching a movie," she tried to argue, but under his gaze, she wilted.

“Really, do you think that’s even believable, especially with … well, it’s the third time, right?” he said, then smirked. “I’m not judging if you’re a voyeur. Darcy seems to enjoy putting on a show for a good friend as well.”

She paused, then rubbed her temple with the frustrated precision of someone solving complicated issues through analytics rather than her intuition. "It’s … I can’t compete with Darcy, let alone Natalie. I mean, she doesn’t even look real—“

Michael slid to her side and silenced her with a finger. “Jane, sweetie, you’re delusional,” he whispered. “If I didn’t find you interesting, do you think I would have agreed to ride with you trying to seduce you…”

Her eyes widened. “You’re trying to seduce me!” she gasped. “B-but, you didn’t make any move. You just … let me watch.”

He smirked, placing his hand gently on her thigh . “And, are you going to say that it didn’t work?”

That didn’t help her blush any. “I … I’m in a relationship … technically.”

Michael got closer, kissing her neck, and she moaned. Her reaction was not that of a woman focused on her relationship. “I’m going to say something, but don’t get angry,” he said, slipping his hand under her shirt, caressing her naked belly. “Darcy told me a bit about your relationship.”

“She did,” Jane said, tensing. “What exactly did she say?”

“Just that you had a fling with a guy who then left without a phone number, a forwarding address, or so much as a carrier pigeon. Months ago. Jane, sweetie, that's not a relationship. That's a missing person's case."

"He said he'd come back."

"People say things."

Jane flinched. Not from anger, which might have been her reaction if he had said that at any other time. But, he knew very well just how beautifully anger reacted with arousal.

The limo was suddenly very quiet, even the hum of the engine merely a whisper. Jane said nothing, but she did nothing to push his hands away from her belly, nor did she stop his kisses.

"Can I ask you something?" she said.

"Anything."

"Earlier, in the storage room. With Darcy." She paused, choosing words as if she were selecting tools from a kit. "Is that… normal for you?"

Michael turned to look at her. She was staring at her own hands, the flush climbing her neck like sunrise over a ridge. "Define normal."

"Do you always just… with people? Casually."

He considered lying. A smooth deflection, a charming non-answer, the kind of thing that would keep her comfortable and maintain distance. Instead, he decided she deserved better.

"I'm not casual about anything," he said. "But I don't pretend that intimacy requires a five-year plan either. Nor, it require vows of celibacy or promises of staying together forever. Life is crazy and unpredictable, far more than we realize. Tomorrow, we might all die in some kind of cosmic event. Why not enjoy our lives to the fullest?"

Jane's jaw worked. "That sounds like something a casual person would say."

"Or someone who's honest about what they want."

"And what do you want?" she said, her voice sharp. He might have even taken that as a rejection if she hadn’t parted her legs at the same time. He had a feeling that he was not the target of that anger, but it was pointed toward her disappearing superhero boyfriend.

A part of him wondered why superheroes were making his job so easy.

“I want to help my new friend Jane relax … and I also want to see what they say about nerdy girls is true.”

The first part made her tense, while the second part confused her. “What do they say about nerdy girls?” she asked.

He slipped his hand under her pants, dipping to her core, already soaking wet. “That, they are slow to warm up, but once they get going, they are the kinkiest ones.”

She gave a bashful smile. “I think I’ll disappoint you in that —“ she started, but he cut her off with a kiss. For a second, she didn’t respond, but then she grabbed his head, her tongue wild. Her kiss was not just one of desire, but also one of desperation.

Clearly, it had been a long while since she had had any fun.

“You’re a scientist, Jane. It’s against your ethos to just trust an axiom. We have a hypothesis. An experiment is required to make a judgment.”

“Scientific principles, right?” Jane muttered, then kissed him.

It wasn't smooth. It wasn't practiced. She leaned forward with the jerky determination of someone jumping off a cliff before they could talk themselves out of it, but once their lips connected, her tongue was even wilder.

Michael let her lead. He didn't grab, didn't pull, didn't escalate. He simply met her where she arrived, his lips soft against hers, giving her time to decide how deep she wanted to go.

Jane's hand found his collar, immediately removing his shirt, showing that she wanted to go a lot deeper. He didn’t say anything, just repeated the task with her clothes. Still wearing the mess from the expedition, none of the pieces were particularly impressive.

It added a certain charm to her, but considering she had been feeling self-conscious about being compared to Darcy and Natalie, he didn’t waste his time taking them one by one.

She kissed him harder, as their clothes disappeared. He let her push him down against the larger seat, while she lay on top of him, kissing desperately.

He was also glad that they could afford a limo. The space was certainly useful. He put a hand on her waist, the other cradling the back of her neck where her hair had come loose from its ponytail.

When they broke apart, Jane's eyes were wide, her lips flushed, her breathing ragged. She looked like someone who'd just solved an equation she'd been stuck on for months.

"Oh," she said.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"That was—"

"We can analyze it later."

"I don't want to analyze it,” she said, then kissed him again. They kissed more while he aligned against her entrance.

“Do you want to go fast or slow?” he whispered.

“I have been masturbating to dreams about you for the last month. What do you think!” she growled as she used her advantage to sink down his girth, her wetness devouring him. Her moan was spectacular.

Her hips didn’t move in perfect, measured beats but a desperate rush, lacking coordination, but it made her even sexier. He chuckled against her lips, then shifted, lifting her properly into his lap with ease, his hands stabilizing her hips.

She gasped at his strength, her hands gripping his shoulders as he settled her weight against him, her thighs straddling his waist while he took control.

Her passion and initiative had been amazing enough. Now, it was time for his expertise.

"Oh," she breathed, her hips pressing down involuntarily. "You're—"

"Flattered?" he offered.

"I was going to say big."

He laughed, genuine and warm, and Jane flushed crimson but didn't look away, nor did she stop her hips. "That's—" she started, then her breath caught as he rocked up into her at the same time. "Oh, God."

"A clue, that’s a good strategy to tell a guy. Our fragile egos always enjoy how we measure up to others. And, it’s a good way to disparage annoying exes.”

“Ahh, I can’t say,” she gasped, tightening around him.

He kissed her neck. “Just a suggestion, Jane,” he said, not stopping his reckless invasion. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

She blushed. “I mean … I can’t say. Literally. We have never … done it.”

It took quite a bit of effort from him to prevent himself from gaping in shock, wondering if he was misreading something. Maybe some heroes had powered up by losing their romantic interests. Maybe that would explain why they were so shit.

Spider-Man had played along to Black Cat’s inept schemes to destroy his relationship, allowing him to swoop in. Iron Man left Pepper alone on the roof in the middle of a love declaration without even bothering to say he had an emergency. And, now Thor didn’t even consummate his relationship properly to leave good memories with her before he disappeared.

At least their taste in women was magnificent.

“Well, his loss,” he said, what little remained about teasing the guy disappeared. The system might value the guy to give tickets, but Michael was far more interested in Jane, the repressed scientist, whose moans were getting surprisingly loud as he stretched her in a way she had never experienced before.

He cupped her breast while she danced on his lap, insistent and desperate. He focused on teasing every part of her body, making sure her experience was spectacular. After all that advertisement, it would be rude to leave her underwhelmed by the real event.

She just moaned as he played with her. “So, when did you decide to become a scientist?“ he teased her.

Her eyes widened in beautiful anger. “Just stop teasing me and fuck me properly, you bastard,” she gasped.

“How rude,” he said, but that didn’t prevent him from flipping the situation. He reversed their position, but instead of taking her directly, he parted her legs wide and started drilling her from high up, a deliberately exaggerated position that worked wonders to push her.

He hadn’t been kidding her earlier. He was truly interested in seeing just how kinky would get. He stroked her clit in a slow circle while he drilled her, and she buried her face in his neck, her teeth sinking into the muscle of his shoulder to stifle the sounds she made.

He wondered she would be more observant from Darcy and realize her bite left no lasting mark … but she seemed to be equally blind when lost in pleasure. Not that he blamed her. Her desperate moans, as well as the way her legs trembled, suggested that she wasn’t familiar with the full intensity of her own desires.

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He hummed, not bothering the message to distract him from the beautiful sight of Jane trembling desperately as she experienced a particularly intense orgasm. Especially since the message was one of the metaphorical ones with little meaning, playing to their made-up hero names.

“W-what was that?” she muttered. “I never…”

“That, my nerdy scientist, was a proper orgasm,” he said as he sat down, and pulled her back to his lap to hug. Since his powers now included super cuddling, it would be a pity not to use them.

“But, I don’t get orgasms from sex,” she muttered in a daze. “I … I only climax from masturbation.”

He sighed even as he kissed her neck, then smirked. “That sounds like confirmation bias to me. Not a mistake I expected from an amazing scientist like you.”

“Jerk,” she said, which sounded more like a cute nickname than an insult. Then, considering she was still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax, with a huge dazed smile on her face, he doubted that there were many words that wouldn’t come across as a cute nickname.

He said nothing while he caressed her body, enjoying her surprisingly toned body, especially considering her job. Constantly going to the middle of nowhere to get readings seemingly kept her agile.

"Stop staring," she said, though her voice wavered.

“That’s one request I have no intention of fulfilling,” he replied and kissed her shoulder. She shivered, but that didn’t prevent her from shifting on his lap to impale herself again.

“How about if I give you a lap dance,” she muttered as she started shaking her hips. It certainly was not a lap dance, but he wasn’t going to point that out. It would have been a horrible time to become a pedantic.

Instead, he just let her dance until the limo started to slow down, though he did make sure to caress her body to give her two more orgasms. Neither was as explosive as the first one, but considering she had an important meeting, he decided not to exhaust her.

“We’re at your address,” Michael said once the aftershocks of her third orgasm subsided. “We can continue until we’re at my hotel if you want.”

She seemed conflicted. “I … I wish, but…”

“You have a meeting,” he said as he kissed her cheek. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I would have been targeting bored bimbos if I wanted someone to stick around me always,” he said. He kissed her again. “Go destroy that important meeting.”

“It’s just a grant meeting,” Jane muttered. “Nothing important.”

“Money makes the world spin, honey,” he said. “Just because it’s boring and annoying doesn’t make it unimportant.”

Jane chuckled. “Good point,” she said, then paused, long enough to be awkward. He didn’t say anything, letting her gather her courage. “Maybe we can celebrate my win,” she whispered.

He could have kissed her aggressively to seal it, but sometimes, contrast worked much better. He instead grabbed her hand, and kissed it like he was a medieval noble. “A date with you would be my honor, Lady Jane,” he whispered.

“Dork,” she called, but the way her blush crept her neck showed it worked wonders.

She said nothing while he let her dress. “S-see you later,” she muttered as she kissed his cheek shyly, as if putting on her clothes had changed their situation.

When the door opened, all the tenderness had disappeared, because Darcy was there, jumping up and down with all the energy of a golden retriever that had been locked in a car. She looked at Jane. Looked at Michael. Sniffed the air.

Her grin could have split her face in half.

"Your shirt's inside out," she said to Jane.

Jane looked down to check. “It isn’t!” she argued.

“Well, you looked, meaning something happened,” Darcy said as she hooked her arm around Jane, as if the musky smell or Jane’s sweaty radiance didn’t tell her everything she needed to hear.

“See you later, stud,” Darcy shouted as they entered. “And, don’t make any plans for tonight!”

He hummed as he leaned back, enjoying the calm while the car drove toward his hotel…