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She imagines it does take quite a lot of trust for him to let someone close to him mentally.

Christine will likely want him at least once more tonight.

She's returning his words with sweet little encouragement. How good he feels, his name, just general praise.

It takes a lot of trust for him to let someone close, period. She's gotten glimpses of the real him, some that he intentionally shown to her. Others he hadn't intended at all...

Even if she can't understand his words, the tone is encouraging and praising. At least one of the phrases he's said to her before, though she didn't understand then and won't now. Silken and warm murmurs only for her. Loki wouldn't deny he had talked with and to his lovers before, but for her--they were accompanied by soft brushes of his mind against hers. Little wisps of thought and touch that praised her, welcomed her, appreciated and wanted her more.

All the soft words sound encouraging and positive.

"Touch me, please. I want to come with you." She wants him to feel her come around him, to have that connection.

Her mind is just as tender as his, brushing and caressing against him.

It was his way of reassuring her, that his mind caressed hers while he spoke to her in a language she couldn't understand.

"Where?" Whispered softly, hand moving from her hip already. Seeking out her skin, tracing up along her ribs to her breast once more. At her back, he shifted his arm slightly; taking more weight on it, so his angle over all moved as well. Shifted to be even more full...

I won't be so boarish as to leave you wanting, Sweetling. A silken wisp of thought-sensation. My pride alone wouldn't let me do that to a lover...

Of course he wouldn't leave her wanting, that would be terrible for his ego. There's a little sense of amusement, and of trust.

The change in position moves him to a slightly different angle, one that feels especially nice.

"You know what I need." A flood of thoughts, tugged nipples, a hand between her thighs.

It baffled him still, that she could trust him so easily. Or that he wanted her to. And while he'd take advantage of that, Loki truly had no intentions of betraying that trust that he could see easily or soon. Those thoughts came with a flood of want-need, that made him chuckle. Following her instructions, clever fingers moved. Teasing her skin, tugging and pinching nipples, before moving lower. Directly between her thighs, just above where they joined, with insistent and sure touches. All while her neck and throat and jaw were loved on with kisses, before his mouth sought hers again.

Shatter for me. He could've nudged her so easily, but the sensation never came. Just a caress of words with the order.

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She knows she shouldn't trust him, but especially in this, she does.

He's good at reading what her mind sends him and she's moaning and writing under him very quickly.

The order is all it takes to send her over the edge, her body spasaming around him, trying to milk him.

Absolutely wonderful, and lovely... He's there to catch her, holding her, feeling her tighten around him. It's with a low, shuddery breath, that he falls over his own edge shortly after. A fierce kiss placed against her cheek, arm around her keeping her close. Hips spasming to bring him closer, keep him buried in her body. Beautiful. He murmurs against her mind, the words accompanied by a wave of pleasure and satisfaction, a hint of arrogance, and perhaps-surprisingly--possessiveness.

It's spectacular, her orgasm followed by his, she can feel some of his pleasure through their link.

She has her own wave of emotions, affection leading the charge.

"Might be better than cheesecake, I'll need further studies to make sure."

"I'll remember that." The words are murmured against her skin, soft little kisses. If he were a cat, he'd be purring. Shifting only enough that he can wrap both arms around her, otherwise unmoving. Keeping her close, bodies still joined. "I think, my dear, that you have latent psychic abilities. Which means you absolutely need to learn to shield." A kiss against her cheek and then his eyes are meeting hers. "It would also explain why you were able to detect my suggestions, when most people can't."

She can tell he savors touch, and she his. There's a sweet afterglow.

"That would offer some explanation to being able to communicate with you mentally." It's a bit funny that they discovered it during sex. "I'll work more on my shield. Since I don't want just anyone prodding around in my head."

He does savor touch, and doesn't get enough of affectionate touch at all. "I've never had it happen before." Said softly, quietly. "Not that I haven't influenced my lovers before, but..." This was not the same, and he wondered why he was telling her. "You'll need more than just a bubble. May I show you?" She couldn't really stop him, but he'd agreed not to manipulate her. It was a sign of respect that he was asking.

He didn't really influence her, there weren't nudges so much as suggestions, and ones she could reply to.

"But they haven't mentally caressed you back?" There's a sense of being different from the rest that feels quite satisfying.

"Of course." She is welcome to him, trusting of his intentions to teach her.

"They haven't even known I'm there in that sense." She should feel special--it's a first for him. So far, he'd decided he liked the sensation--but only because of who it was. SHE would not harm him; otherwise he'd have pulled away from the mental touches, shut them down.

Eyes closing, Loki moved to rest his forehead against her own. Taking the memory of her bubble, and then showing how it was different than the shield he currently held on her. "You want layers, so that if one fails another won't. The different the layers, the better, so that no one can guess your keys or weaknesses. It must be unconscious, something you have to actively work to take down." Her own bubble still existed, inside the multi-layered shell he'd lain over it. Hers was simple, while his was multifaceted with no clear entry or exits. No points of weakness, ever shifting--like oil on water constantly moving. That play of shadows and light--deep green with shades of black and coruscations of gold.

To prove his point, he showed her an image--a targeted whisp of darker green, striking like a needle at her shield and popping it like so much air.

She wouldn't harm him, it's true, she's protective of him already.

His shield is beautiful, the way it shifts in her minds eye.

She sees her little bubble pop before she can even try to do anything about it.

But when it reappears, she adds another shimmering layer to it, pearlescent and light.

"Yours is so lovely." It's thick and she reaches out to feel what it's like while she strokes his skin.

Loki shuddered, the image pulsing in reaction to the mental touch. He'd have to fix that...she'd surprised him again.

Leaning up some, to press his lips to her forehead. Letting her feel the words as he spoke them, and she'd be aware of another spell. "Vær beskyttet, la ingen fremmed eller venn forårsake skade, så lenge denne trolldommen forblir, av din vilje." It severed his connection to the one he'd lain over her--that shield entirely hers now. Drawing his own mind back; she could still perceive him, but the connection wasn't nearly as strong now that he wasn't maintaining that hold.

"It's yours, until you form your own properly." It would stay hers until she took it down herself. Subject to her will.

To some degree she absolutely loves that she can surprise him.

She can feel that pull away and it's a bit sad, but she can still sense him, he's nearby enough.

"I'll keep it until mine is just as strong." She kisses his cheek.

Turning his head, she wasn't allowed to go far after that kiss. Seeking her mouth with his own. Possessiveness clear in the kiss, savoring her touch and taste again. This was affection for affections sake.

Her kisses are slow and lingering. There isn't any rush she's able to just enjoy kissing him.

She briefly wonders if he will slip back to the guest bedroom or if he plans to stay with her.

He certainly seems like he's going nowhere. Not anytime soon at least. Too busy enjoying her and her company. Tracing his fingers along her skin and enjoying the kiss for its own sake. Still high in the afterglow, and savoring the treasure she had turned out to be.

This is probably what she's missed most about having a lover. Having these moments of just leisurely affection and touch.

She will take out his stitches in the morning, and has no doubt he will leave. But right now he's hers.

Right then he is indeed hers, and happily so. It's easy to lose track of time between them in their little haze. Soft touches and kisses, and eventually back to her ear. A nip to the lobe, and kiss pressed to the skin just below it, and she can feel the grin. "Ready for more, Sweetling?" He's teasing her again, with a light shift of his hips. Not hard yet, but he's recovered enough that he soon could be.

Well, that refratory period is quite impressive. Christine grins and nods.

"I could go again." She even moves her hips against his in encouragement.

That was quite nice. A kiss against her hair, before Loki is moving down her throat. Tiny little nips followed by kitten-like licks to soothe her skin. Shifting to brace himself on his hands above her, focusing on her. Requests? With amusement overlaying the mental touch.

"I want to be on top." She grins, carding her fingers through his hair.

She's always enjoyed the control she has when she's on top.

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