whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

A clear sense of amusement wrapped around her mind, before there's a question. Where? Indulgent and lazy overtones carrying along with the suggestion, the nudge. Despite it being a question, it's still an order.

Pulling his mouth away from her skin just enough, letting his breath tease her, Loki waited for her answer.

Oh she is very tempted to push that smug face between her thighs.

"Lips" she mutters and tugs his face towards hers. Kissing him is intoxicating and she has no intention to stop.

He moves with the tug, seeking out her mouth again. Nothing gentle about the kiss either, it's all heat and fire as his lips play over hers. Tasting her like she was air he needed to breathe. Touch me... Still indulgent, but less lazy in the overtone. A more clear demand, although there was no accompanying nudge.

Where? the question is returned to him, even as her hand leaves his hair to slide down his side, careful as she skims over his wound.

They are long past gentle kisses, she is just as needy, almost battling with him to taste.

Again, that surprise!, and some accompanying emotions along with it. Curiosity, lust, the barest hint of worry, a cautious sort of happiness. Loki hadn't expected this to turn into a magic lesson too... Where I need you.

Which should be enough to figure out, especially since his hand is tracing her skin again. Moving lower, trailing the waistband of her underwear, before slipping under confidently. Moving to brush fingers and thumb against her center.

Perhaps it's the intimacy itself that lends to the ease at which she's picking up a bit more magic.

There is a little smirk against his lips as she slips her hand into his pants.

The smirk isn't long lasting as it makes way for a moan when his fingers finally make contact with her core.

It's certainly more intimate in magic than Loki had ever been before. He could influence people, by suggesting and nudging them, or have them relive memories via his illusions. The sort of communication they were doing now though... If he wasn't aware of how strong his will and his shields were, he'd have worried more.

It's a drawn out sigh against her mouth, pleased as she moves to touch him. "That little smirk is very attractive on you, Sweetling." Low-voiced, clearly enjoying; if she'd doubted his interest before, she wouldn't now. Not with him swelling in her hand.

She isn't even sure how she's managing the communication; his mind is safe, and she is very distracted.

"Is it now?" She gives a slow stroke of his length, still a little teasing.

And if he had any doubt of how badly she wanted him, the wetness against his fingers should be quite the tell.

Loki shuddered in pleasure, a soft moan escaping. "It is, but you already know I like your playfulness." He'd had no doubts, but it's still a compliment to his ego. Only a little teasing, thumb questing softly while his finger dipped inside her.

That little teasing is too little, she wants more of him. She nips playfully at his lips, while she gives his cock a firmer stroke.

"Can you magic away your pants? You're overdressed."

If he can get naked without moving? That would be a bonus point to magic.

"You don't want the pleasure of unwrapping me?" Definitely still teasing her, with a little smirk at the nip. Of course, he also gives her a taste of more; thumb finding and circling her hidden peak while he slipped his finger more boldly inside of her.

"I really just want you inside me." As glorious as his fingers are, she wants to properly feel him inside her.

"Please." There is a tone of begging, he would probably like that.

"So impatient" Oh he does, rewarding her with another fierce kiss. Several heartbeats, before speaking against her mouth. "I'm savoring this, sweetling. I hope you have the day off again." It was a promise. Accompanied by a testing, teasing wisp-like brush of his mind to hers. A testing caress, exploring this new connection.

She is a bit impatient, they've teased one another for half the day.

"Oh." There's a tremble that runs down her spine when she feels that brush of his mind. She visualizes returning it, the light of her mind brushing along the solid form of his.

There's no hint of surprise this time, but a warm sensation of approval. Pleased and proud, accepting that touch. Maybe someday he'd show her how her mind appeared to him--all golden warmth and pearl-like.

Another shudder down his spine of pleasure, and he's kissing her again. Almost apologetically, body shifting and hands moving. Just enough to get at his trousers and singlet, before moving to her own underwear.

It's intense feeling the way his mind is able to brush hers, it might be the most unexpected and incredible thing she's ever felt.

There's a tiny whine when his hand leaves her but quick enough he's back and she's lifting her hips to help him remove her underwear.

It's definitely a new thing for Loki, and he's quite enjoying the experience. He really had found an unexpected treasure in her. Surely if her Sorcerer had known, he'd have placed more guards around her mind...

Again, clothing was tossed every which way, until she was bare save for the jewels at her throat and on her wrist. Shifting his body back to be cradled by hers, arm moving around her back to hold her close. Soft but fierce kisses, promising and teasing at once. His free-hand moves to rest over her lower hip and belly, almost as low as her center.

With her new awareness, she can feel his attention shift briefly in his mind. Focusing, and the wash of magic washing over her. A shimmer of greenish-gold in the real-world, as the spell is cast.

As much as Loki was an arrogant narcissist, he also liked his freedom--which meant ensuring no children would come from this dalliance...

She would end up searching for her underwear come morning, but right now she's got a naked god in her bed and he deserves her undivided attention.

The swirl of magic tingles in her belly and she understands what he's doing. At some point she will ponder if their genetics would even be compatible to produce a child.

Now though she's left his lips to leave bites along his shoulder, eventually stopping to suck a red mark near his neck. There's a little possesive streak that she feels as she does so.

Low and pleased amusement, soft laughter, rumbles in him at her own possessive streak. And a pleased gasp with her attentions. Brushing his head against hers, nuzzling where he can. His spell cast, that hand moves to her hip. Holding her steady, brushing himself against her to be certain they're aligned and ready to join each other. With a steady thrust, he completes the action, entering her as fully as he can.

Loki combines raw need with moments of sweet affection that are nearly surprising to her.

She running her hands over his back, combining smooth palms with the occasional bite of nails.

"Loki" it's both out loud and mental, a moan when he presses into her, that satisfying moment of her body adjusting to his.

"I'm here, Christine." Reassuring, low voice silken as his mind wrapped around hers as well. Holding it all for a moment, fixing it in his memory and hers of their bodies joined so intimately. Before moving, hips shifting strongly, testing and teasing.

The way her name sounds on his lips, like it's dripping with honey.

As if she would be able to forget, she's sure this memory will serve as company on lonely nights.

He moves his hips and she moves to meet him, her hands on his hips, nails leaving little half-moons pressed into his pale skin.

The small bites of pain don't bother him at all. His mouth is by her ear, nuzzling and pressing kisses to her hair and forehead. Soft sighs and low gasps, an occasional moan. Taking pleasure in her and her body wrapped around his.

It is not with a gentle pace that they move. But deep, a controlled need let out on a loose rein. Thorough, being sure she felt every slide of his body with her own.

They both need this, and Christine enjoys the deep movements. He bottoms out with every thrust, each time earning a small moan or gasp.

She's had some good sex in her lifetime, but the added mind connection brings this beyond anything she's experinced before. She's going to want to do this again.

The mind connection is new, and so far only enhances the experience. It's also a sign of trust, as he'd never had a partner capable of, or let one so close, as to return the touches. But she was so genuine and giving and kind...

They had the night, and perhaps well into the morning, to come. He would not make promises--didn't do sentiment... But Loki also knew he would visit her again. For the companionship both intimate and otherwise.

That was the future though, in the now, it's a full pace. Needy and raw with want without being demanding. He's speaking in her ear, against her hair. Soft little sounds and words in a language she can't recognize.

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