#thorcarol

"I'm comfortable here," Carol lied, throwing her head back to laugh when Thor pouted dramatically before returning her laugh and scooping her easily into his arms.

Carol stretched - such that she was able - and snuggled her head against Thor's chest with a contented sound and was rewarded with the low rumble of his chuckle reverberating through his chest. "You seem more comfortable already."

"Okay, wise guy," Carol retorted without moving; her back felt better as he held her like this than it had in hours. As she closed her eyes, she felt her hair, and the hair on Thor's arms, begin to stand on end as he gathered the lightning about them both in preparation for flight. This prompted her to look quizzically up at Thor, whose eye she could see even from this angle was overflowing with the storm already.

Usually, around her, that meant only one thing. She smiled to herself and turned back against his chest, curious about what he had planned.

"You must have drifted off," Thor's warm voice awoke her, and she blinked up owlishly at him. His hair, still only half braided, floated gently about his face, and the lightning that leapt from his skin was moving in slow, pulsating strings in place of the frenetic, dancing forks she was more accustomed to. Her back felt better, the baby no longer putting pressure on it as they floated, utterly weightless.

Earth glowed beneath them, huge beyond reckoning. She glanced at the spectacle of it for only a moment before turning her smiling face back to Thor. "This is much more comfortable," she murmured against his lips, kissing him deeply as his hands roved down the length of her back, caressing the curve of her ass before anchoring at her thighs.

"I can make you more comfortable," he replied, and she felt his voice as much as heard it, pressed up against his chest. He winked while she was looking at him - an expression he had taken some time to master again after losing his eye - and with a shimmer his clothing winked out of existence, his skin warm beneath her hands.

For someone who insisted he had barely any magic of his own relatively often, he certainly was capable of a lot of it. "Suddenly I'm over dressed," Carol grinned, tracing a finger over the line of his clavicle, down the centre of his chest and, being interrupted by the presence of her own body pressed against him, down his rippling obliques. Carol ground her hips against him, biting her lip eagerly at the feel of him hot and hard beneath her.

Thor bent to kiss her throat, sucking hard enough to mark her skin some before moving a hand to press and stroke between her thighs, over the rough fabric of her jeans. "How much do you like these clothes?"

Carol pressed her head against Thor's chest, gasping and wanting already at his slight touch. Almost enough to forget that these were her favourite pregnancy jeans. They had little zippers down the sides and motorbike style knees and Thor ground himself against her and Carol could feel how hard he was for her already through the infringing fabric and she wanted them off, wanted them gone, there would be other cute jeans than these in her life. She moved to look at him and smirked, one eyebrow quirking. "Let space have 'em, big guy."

She didn't have to tell him twice - not that she ever did, about anything at all- and Thor grinned a wild grin that reminded her from time to time 'oh yeah, he's a Viking god' and she felt rather than heard the fabric giving way immediately under the force of his touch.

They didn't float away so much as hurtle as fast as Mjölnir ever was, wild and unhindered by friction or gravity into the infinite dark of space. She'd just had time to wonder if they'd ever be seen by sentient eyes again when Thor had his arms around her. Even before he slid himself into her slow and sweet and tender, the lights of all the starry host hung round them faded into insignificance to each of them as they nestled into the other's embrace.

Thor rested his forehead against Carol's as they moved together, moaning long and loud as the tight heat of her squeezed along the length of him as he rolled his hips against her. "You feel so *good,*" he managed in a deep, stuttering groan.

Carol clung to him, arms wrapped tight around his broad, muscular shoulders. There was no thunder in space, but his lightning more than made up for that. In the vacuum, it grew and glowed from him like tongues of flame, weaving with her own prismatic tendrils of light, their two powers more complimentary than ever out here in the vast nothing. They glowed white-hot together, out here, where there was no reason to hold any of it back.

Her light blazed all the brighter as Thor found the sweet spot inside her that made her gasp his name and shiver. "Thor," Carol whispered, the sound a small and intimate thing, a breath meant only for her lover's ear. "don't stop."

Nobody else could make eyes filled to overflowing with all the power of a storm soft and tender, Carol had long thought, but Thor did. His kiss was not soft - he rightly assumed that wasn't what she wanted right in this moment - nor was the way he drove his cock into her, not stopping, just as she'd asked. But his hands caressed her even as they held her steady, and between hungry kisses he nuzzled her throat and cheeks and she could hear tiny murmurs of love and delight falling from his lips.

Thor felt Carol coming undone around him, on him, and he focused on that with single-minded intensity. It had not been easy for her, these past weeks, as the baby had grown and made any kind of comfort increasingly difficult, let alone like this (not to mention the constant glowing, which even now persisted, drowned out only by their own dazzling radiance as they held nothing back). They had each tried their best, but Thor had suspected that this would be better, and he couldn't be happier to find he had been right. Carol's breathless gasps, the way her fingers wove through and tugged at his hair, the feel of her legs wrapped around his hips, wanting more; they urged him on far more than the dizzying wave of pleasure gathering in his own body.

Carol came with a cry muffled against his lips; muffled only because she needed to kiss him. Thor closed his eyes and returned both kiss and moan as her climax ushered in his, the rhythmic pulses of her orgasm breathtaking over his cock and he keened softly against her lips as he spilled within her, her fingers pressing hard enough to leave impressions in the firm muscle of his back.

They float like that, silent, satiated, wrapped in each others' embrace. The cold of the vacuum is nothing against their own fires, and they had nowhere to be. Carol laughed and kissed Thor's nose. "Your flowers have all frozen."

"Mm," he rumbled in assent. "Midgardian flowers don't like the cold."