whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

It's a halting trail, given they're both discarding clothing along the way. Along with possessive touches and kisses. The shower itself was a good size, but also somewhat different--as there only seemed to be a hald-held shower head, about waist-height, attached to the hose.

She'll find out soon enough though that it's because this shower is designed to mimic rainfall. Warm-hot water cascading from the shower's ceiling. And Loki pulling her close once again, tight against his body, hands moving to tease along her skin while she's given a needy kiss.

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It's not the most direct path, stopping to leave clothes along the way.

missed you her hands are all over him, as she meets his kisses with the same amount of heavy need. She really has missed him.

Loki pondered for a moment, before making a decision. He didn't reply with words, mental or physical. Again it was a targeted blast of emotion--but not lust or desire this time. Or at least, not like last time.

Affection, a jealous possessiveness, happiness at her presence and company once more. Soft with a darker side--but sentimental. Emotions he would not show easily, but had decided to give to her.

All while still touching and kissing her, just as she was teasing him. This time the foreplay was swift before he was indeed lifting her up, sealing his mouth to hers.

That wave of emotion surprises her, and she's almost entirely overwhelmed by it.

He doesn't need to say a thing when she can feel it all at once.

There are so many sensations at once, and he lifts her so easily. He really is impressive.

She'll come to find in time, that unless someone is a true sociopath--emotions can't lie. But that isn't something Loki is going to teach or tell her. Right now though, he'd given her a gift.

"Ready Sweetling?" Murmured against her mouth, encouraging her legs around his hips, holding her easily. Want you.

It's a very nice gift. It's reassuring to know that he is as fond of her as she is of him.

"Very ready." She wraps her legs around him, eager to feel him inside her again.

As she had pointed out--he was very selective with his heart. And she was already giving him everything he wanted--besides simply enjoying her presence and company. There was no need to hurt or betray her, and she was his in his own mind.

One hand moved up, to stroke her hair where the water cascaded around them. He's more than ready, shifting his hips slightly, shifting her. And once more they're joined, as deep as he could go. Ensuring she felt him, and he felt her.

Christine is too honest of a person to take multiple lovers at once, even when she's not in a relationship she tends to prefer having one person to be intimate with regularly.

He fills her in one swift movement and she groans against his lips.

Loki

Music to his ears, and he caresses her mind with the mental word. I'm here, Sweetling. I have you. Again, holding the moment--cementing it in her mind and his. Before moving. A slow and deep pace, needy but savoring.

He does like to make sure she has the most vivid memories of what it's like to have him.

If I have to fly to Norway, I'm not letting you stay away this long again.

Not when it feels so good to have him, the way he touches her mind and body; no lover could ever come close now.

No promises. But I'll try.

It was very much a new thing for him, to have a lover he connected with so deeply. Their physical compatibility was amazing. But her though... He was still wary of this mind-connection, but so far it was pleasant and enjoyable. He took some pride in being the one to awaken it within her too.

Murmuring against her ear, nuzzling her hair; this would not be a quick round for either of them.

She would have never imagined herself capable of of any sort of mental bonding. Christine wouldn't even imagine to use this link to hurt him, she just doesn't have it in her.

Sleep can wait, besides she will sleep much better after having been debauched properly.

All the possibilities had already occurred to him, on how to use this sort of skill. But that was part of why he'd lain a shield on her. For her, as well as for him. She still couldn't touch the deepest parts of his mind, and he would keep it that way.

Sleep can definitely wait. The shower being more waterfall-esque let the water play over their skin. Between all the low gasps and sighs and sounds of love, Loki chuckled. "I was right." Punctuating that with a kiss. "You're beautiful with the water playing over your skin, Christine."

Someday she may reach those deep corners but it was surely not going to be any time soon.

The water isn't overwhelming, it feels more like they're actually outside, only warmer. She smooths back a bit of his wet hair.

"I like the way my name sounds when you say it."

"Part of why I don't say it often, lest it become overused." Teasing, loving that they could banter while engaged so intimately. Soft kisses and tasting each other, in no rush to chase the climax but savoring the experience.

"Here I was thinking you were just forgetful." Their playfulness continues even while he's thrusting slowly inside her.

She makes sure to test and see if she can manage to suck a bruise on to the top of his shoulder.

She might have to use teeth, and he won't mind at all. "That would be unforgivably rude." One hand tangled in her hair against her scalp, keeping her close to him.

"You're any number of things, but not rude?" Her lips make it to his throat to press kisses over his pulse and to his Adam's apple.

That most definitely gets a pleased sigh and gasp. "When I want to be, I am." Still with that deep and leisurely pace of lovemaking. "I don't want to be, with you."

He has such a surprising sweetness about him when he wants to. The pace is so calm, drawing out each movement to earn little gasps and moans from her.

"We're going to waste so much water." She's not especially worried about it right now.

"Is that a concern? I've been enjoying you fully, but I could speed up the pace if you prefer." Teasing her, nuzzling her hairline before seeking out her lips.

She meets his kiss, slow and leasurely.

I am not worried at all.

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There are soft sparkles of touch in her mind--amusement, and the equivalent of laughter. So he kept his pace unhurried, leisurely, taking enjoyment in the feel of her around him and trying to give it back. Letting the water cascade over them both, with soft words and sounds of pleasure. In no hurry to reach the edge, though it will come anyways eventually.

It won't take too long before she's moaning and mentally begging him to help bring her her release.

It's been an indulgence for him, and he won't be far behind her when they fall. The hand in her hair moved, bracing himself against the wall of the shower and supporting her too. Especially as the pace became more full. His mind wrapped around hers, praising her with mental touches and strokes.

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