Her hand had been snaking down his chest, her finger tips just grazing some warm flesh as they started to push under the lip of his pants when Sam's familiar presence was altogether surrounding her and she was suddenly pulled away and down from Loki. The sound she made as he mouth left his was a surprised and unhappy sort of gasp like when you pulled a child from a candy store window.

When they hit the ground, things were already starting to sort themselves better in her mind. His warmth and his scent were familiar and grounding, though she felt a part of her urging her to take both of them together. The desire for that was strong.

She had taken enough from Loki that the edge of considerably less pronounced. A blink or two and the blue eyes receded. "...Thanks."