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whose_son_am_i) wrote2021-08-15 01:52 pm
whose_son_am_i) wrote2021-08-15 01:52 pm
Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.
This post will be for Meme-continuations for drpalmer
drpalmer"It started as one, but with you it has become something more." Loki confirmed, pressing their joined hands against his heart. "It's...easier, in some ways, to use the act as a template. I'm not entirely sure how to behave otherwise. It's all new."
"Here I was thinking that I was lucky to have met you. Particularly when I was bleeding." Leaning in to kiss her cheek too.
Loki made a little satisfied and happy noise when she did, returning it. Pausing them in their walk to slide his arm around her waist and hip, pull her closer. Deepening the kiss, while keeping a leash on the passion.
They really do--and it is probably a very good sign. That they can communicate so well with just even as simple a thing as a kiss. These are lingering kisses, tasting kisses, and reluctant-to-pull-away-kisses...
"Right...shower. Now." Loki murmurs, even though he hasn't let go of her.
"Right...shower. Now." Loki murmurs, even though he hasn't let go of her.
"You know what I mean, Christine." Nipping at her bottom lip while he spoke. He did adore her playful side though.
Dominant or submissive, Loki didn't care so long as it was with her. But she was projecting again, which had him laughing softly in his chest. Another kiss, this one deeper--fiercer. Promising her. Then Loki was pulling back, and shifting to throw her over his shoulder, carrying her off towards the bungalow.
"So?" Completely blasé. "You said to show you, so I'm showing you." Steady--footed too, striding up the path and into their temporary home. Not stopping until they were in the bathroom either. Only then was she let down, and Loki moved to trap her against the wall. Once more that kiss was fierce and full of passion and fire. Deep and tasting and promising want and need.
Being thrown over his shoulder is not her favorite thing, but the promise of aggressive Loki is absolutely worth it.
They would alternate control sometimes, and sometimes they'd be equals.
The moment she is pinned to the wall there is a rush of arousal that she can't stop from projecting.
They would alternate control sometimes, and sometimes they'd be equals.
The moment she is pinned to the wall there is a rush of arousal that she can't stop from projecting.
Thought so.Smug satisfaction in his mental voice, overlaying his own arousal. Still kissing her, nipping at her mouth, their tongues dancing. Clever fingers are moving to the hem of her shirt, already tugging clothing away from skin.
"How did I cheat, Sweetling?" Said in between kisses, against her mouth. Low and challenging, and her shirt is soon tossed wherever.
"Your projection was only confirmation, Sweetling." One more kiss, his teeth scraping her bottom lip as he pulled away. Only to go straight for her throat and cheek and ear. Deep kisses, bruising kisses while clever fingers went to her waist. She was still too dressed.
They were simple, much like her own, and he parted from her only to get his own shirt off with her help. It was likewise tossed wherever without a care. Trailing back to her mouth, one arm wrapped around her waist. Lifting her enough that he could start pulling her slacks off, taking underwear with it by means of a hooked finger.
He's trailing those same bruising kisses down her body, one hand moving to her hip and holding her steady there. Once her slacks are gone, blue-green eyes look up at her. Fire, need, want and demand in them. Hooking her leg over his shoulder, and his mouth moved to her center. No preambles, just straight to worshipping her that way. And it was a form of worship. Keeping his own emotions under close-guard, shielded from her--to only convey things through touch and taste.
No hesitation at all, and his hands are holding her steady between the one at her hip, and the one anchoring her thigh against his shoulder. Focusing on her, and driving her higher. Swirling his tongue, letting her feel very faint hints of teeth, along with deep kisses; making love to her with his mouth alone.
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