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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
drpalmerIt's clear from how he leans into her touch that it's welcome. Just as he returns that care and affection with his own touches; both intimate at her center and more calmly along her hip and stomach. "Christine, Sweetling..." Breathed out and against her, in a lover's tone.
"I can guarantee your prayers will be answered, Sweetling." Nuzzling by her ear, pressing kisses against the skin of her throat and behind her ear.
"I'd burn down a world to save you, Sweetling... I think I'd die trying if I couldn't guarantee for you." Oh now this was turning interesting. It meant he'd had to stop touching her quite so intimately.
Loki shivered in pleasure, frissons of it running down his spine. Dropping the wash-cloth entirely, his hands moved to her hair. One seeking to keep water from blinding her, the other moving to stroke through her own. "Terrible princess or not, I could help you be one if you wanted." Teasing and breathy and low in promise.
I'm yours for your life--I would make *you* a princess, if you wanted. It was easier to speak to her mind, rather than aloud. She was stealing his breath, sharpening his focus to only be on her. How she touched and teased, tasting him.
It was rather amazing, and yet another unconscious sign that he was changing--that it was actually the first time she'd done this to him. He hadn't pushed or asked, or even so much as hinted; preferring her to decide on her own. The experience wasn't anything new--but the person giving it...
She was very new, and very much wanted. Blue-green eyes were slits as they watched her, one hand stroking softly through her hair while the other kept the water from affecting her. Soft gasps and groans met her efforts. That wave of desire was returned, shared, showing her in turn how she appeared to him. In full control of her actions, powerful and graceful, shining and his.
She was very new, and very much wanted. Blue-green eyes were slits as they watched her, one hand stroking softly through her hair while the other kept the water from affecting her. Soft gasps and groans met her efforts. That wave of desire was returned, shared, showing her in turn how she appeared to him. In full control of her actions, powerful and graceful, shining and his.
She had wanted to a few times before but he had been so focused on her pleasure that she hadn't got the chance.
Right now she was enjoying this, the power she had over him, she could bend him to her will with one little flick of the tongue and that felt powerful.
Right now she was enjoying this, the power she had over him, she could bend him to her will with one little flick of the tongue and that felt powerful.
There was always power lovers had over each other when they focused like this on pleasing their partner. Besides the obvious, Loki was glad in other ways to see Christine be bolder. And as much as it mattered that she was now the one giving him such pleasure, he wasn't so far gone with it that he couldn't think still. Even as she built up his arousal higher.
Make me. It was an automatic challenge back, but there was a hint of playfulness to it. She probably could now...
That brought a low moan and his eyes closed. His fingers tangled in her hair more. She very likely could make him beg from this alone, were he not as experienced as he was.
He's been with men before--as either gender. So no it definitely is not. My challenge still stands, my Sweetling. But there are definite overtones of pleasure and curiosity in his mental voice.
She does have the ability to cheat a bit, she sends sensations over their link, full out, no holding back.
Every bit of her love and devotion, mixed with the heavy passion and need she has for him. She adds the way she sounds when she moans his name as she comes.
Every bit of her love and devotion, mixed with the heavy passion and need she has for him. She adds the way she sounds when she moans his name as she comes.
"Cheater!" It's grit out, low-voiced and not at all unhappy. She's had him right on the edge, but the sending of targeted sensations...
...Please, Sweetling. My Christine...
...Please, Sweetling. My Christine...
It was done in a way he could not lie to her.
Blue-green eyes slit to watch her, hand shifting to keep her in place gently. His hips spasmed and he twitched with his release. Letting out a low groan of pleasure, breathless.
Blue-green eyes slit to watch her, hand shifting to keep her in place gently. His hips spasmed and he twitched with his release. Letting out a low groan of pleasure, breathless.
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