[For Thor] Dated 13 June 2011

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For a place where time typically plods by at a glacial pace, life on Tabula Rasa has been proving especially complicated for Jane. Her motivation remains untempered, but not since college has she faced such an intense mixture of frustration both professional and personal in nature. Not knowing how to reach a goal has never been a problem for her, but she'd always known what she was reaching for before. Here, all bets are completely off.

She'd made a promise, and as much as it pains her to keep it, she intends to be true to her word. But if she's going to be so forcibly removed from her pride, she also intends to get some answers.

Steeling herself, she tromps her way up Thor's front steps to his door and raps soundly on the door. "Hello?" she calls, and fidgets briefly with the hem of her t-shirt before forcing her hands to be still.

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[sciencefact]

Undaunted by the difference in their height, Jane instinctively wraps legs around Thor's waist and arms around his neck. There's no doubt in her mind (what little of it is still working just now) that this is a bit of a leap from a few kisses, but she's got to work with what she's got, and right now what she's got is a whole heck of a lot of man and a libido trying to go into overdrive.

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Thor's eyes fly open, and he breaks off the kiss with a startled laugh that quickly dissolves into laboured breaths. She's so light in his arms, but there's no mistaking her for delicate, her desire plain and clear, though Thor's not entirely sure what to do with her forwardness. They're still outside, after all, and while Thor hasn't any neighbours close by, it hardly escapes his notice that this may not be the time (nor place) for such activities. While the latter is easily rectifiable, he can't help but think she deserves something a bit better than what he currently has to offer, though it's becoming increasingly difficult to think much at all.

"Jane--"

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There is not a single cell in Jane's body that's sorry for her current position, not even at Thor's wary tone of warning. She's never been very good at knowing when to say no when she really wants something, not even to her own self, and the way she feels so suddenly lightheaded and warm really isn't helping with her ability to make sound decisions.

(Really, though, could there ever be a better decision than this one?)

Biting against her bottom lip, she affords Thor a coy, if slightly abashed smile.

"Yes?"

[havenoplans]

It's a good smile, one that threatens to break his resolve, but Thor holds firm; she ought to be treated with a bit more care than their current situation allows, though her enthusiasm suggests she probably doesn't share in this thinking.

"Not like this," he says after a long moment, shaking his head just barely.

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"I have no idea what you're talking about," says Jane, doing an absolutely atrocious job of lying that isn't at all helped by the knowing quirk of her lips. "It's so convenient, me right here already and all," she adds, but can't help her smile then, a laugh bubbling up from her throat at her own audacity. This place really has been making her crazy, apparently.

[havenoplans]

She might very well be the end of him, but Thor wonders, idly, if it wouldn't be such a terrible way to go. At least she hasn't run him over lately, though the absence of a vehicle might have something to do with that.

"You're not a matter of convenience, Jane," he replies, brows furrowing a little, though he appreciates she means the statement in good humour. Bending at the knee, his hands move to pry her legs from his waist, and set her back down on the ground. "I wish to treat you well."

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Jane has a feeling that they have very different ideas of what being treated well entails, but appreciates the sentiment nonetheless. There are much worse things than having her well-being so thoroughly considered by a man.

On impulse, she reaches for Thor's closest hand and pauses to meditate a moment on how small her own looks against his palm.

"But we'll get there eventually," she says, shifting her gaze to his face. It isn't a question.

[havenoplans]

"Yes," he agrees with a low, throaty chuckle. He smooths the rough pad of his thumb over the smooth skin of the back of Jane's hand, and offers her a smile.

"But not this day."