whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

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.

She holds tight to him, biting his shoulder as she comes undone. She's hoping it doesn't hurt him as much as it would a human.

There's a flush of possessiveness through their link, mine.

She would never say as much if she wasn't mid-climax, but she's a bit more openly possesive at the moment.

It doesn't, although there's a low hiss. Not of anger though. He's also not far behind her with his own climax, face pressed against her hair, words murmured in Asgardian in almost a low growl.

Again, there was surprise!? against her senses. And shimmery laughter, although it was deeper, and full of shadows as well. Be careful Christine, do you *want* to be mine? I get very jealous and possessive...

Hips spasming against her own, seated deeply within her.

In a lot of ways, she really does want to be his.

are you sure I won't be just as possesive back?

She draws her nails down his back as he comes, savoring the sounds of him.

Could she feel him shudder with pleasure?

We can revisit this when you learn Norwegian, if you want.

It would definitely be a new thing, to be committed for a lifetime. Even if hers was only a blink of the eye compared to his.

Deal

She can feel him shudder, she can cling to him and kiss all along his shoulder.

She wouldn't appreciate aging much faster than he does.

Thankfully, it seemed to be a near universal instinct for men to have their legs locked. He had no trouble holding her up, strength wise. But that initial post climax reaction, was part of why he was braced in his stance and against the wall with his other arm. The water showed no signs of cooling, as it ran over them.

She can tell he would be a bit weak if he wasn't braced, from the instensity of his climax.

"Can you dry us with magic?" She murmmers as she affectionately kisses along his cheek.

"Mmm, I can. Although there is something to be said for toweling off one's lover too." Still nuzzling her hair and pressing kisses against her chin and jaw. Taking a moment, then before hitting the controls to turn the water off.

"I hope you know, I'm not inclined to let you go yet."

"You might need to let me stretch my legs, but I have no intention of letting you go either."

The water is off and it's immediately a little bit cooler.

"I think your legs are wonderful where they are." Teasing her again, but moving to let her down. Then immediately seeking out her hand with one of his own. His other was flung out and he pulled a towel over.

"Is that so?" She chuckles. She's sure he will have her legs wrapped around him again soon.

She gives his hand a little squeeze as she stretches her legs back out.

Keeping her close, he squeezed back before wrapping the towel around her. Rubbing gentle circles with it, drying her. "...you once asked me for something no one else knows about me." Leaning his forehead against hers, eyes closed while he enjoyed the closeness.

She drapes her arms around him. She worries a bit about how easy this feels, she's going to be crushed when he inevitably disappears, but at least she has him now.

"I remember."

His voice was quieter when he spoke after several moments. "I'm...not used to positive attention. Not for very long, anyways. Or positive touch. I'm a very private person in many ways, and often lived in my brother's shadow." Leaning in to kiss her briefly, softly. "But I welcome your presence and touch. Perhaps it's simply because you are so genuine and kind."

It wasn't a very deep secret, and it was likely people could figure it out. But he was offering her another sign of trust and affection.

"You can have all the touch you want from me." She is happy to give him the affection that he's been lacking.

"It helps that I am great at cuddling." She knows that was a deep sort of admission for him and it gives a little glimpse into why he is so often so closed down.

"You are indeed." Another brief kiss, hands still rubbing the towel against her softly. Like he'd said, there is something to be said for drying one's lover off. "I'll still probably be very private, in public." But he hadn't wanted her to fret. He was private, and often closed off, so no one could properly tell what was truly important to him and what was a game.

She was no game.

She nods. "It's probably smart, if I seem to important to you I could be a target to get to you."

And with little in the way of defense. Being a bit secretive will serve to protect her.

"It'll be hard on you, however." Letting blue-green eyes open half-way, to study her own. "I want you safe, but for your own sake as well." Which was a new and puzzling thing for him.

She brushes her nose to his.

"I'll be okay. I'm stronger than I look. Not so much physically, but emotionally."

"You would have to be, to do what you do in your work." Accompanying his words was a brush of her mind--emotion, not words. Admiration. Loki was sure to focus only on sending that. In his deepest mind, there was also pity, that she would let herself be a victim and hurt over and over again--but he could also see how that was a form of strength too. Which is why he sent her the feeling he did.

There's definitely a vulnerability to medicine. Sometimes she comes home and absolutely breaks down over the losses. But the wins can be so sweet, it evens out.

She cups his face and kisses him as her own way of thanking him. The link flooding with the happiness she felt seeing him again, how her fears had dissipated the moment he arrived.

Leaning into the touch and kiss, arms wrapping around her and pulling her close again.

Keeping a very tight rein on his thoughts and emotions. Somehow she'd become very precious to him in a very short amount of time, and Loki wondered (and worried a bit) about it. One second to identify how she'd reached him, and then he didn't hesitate to pull out a close-guarded object and go to her... That was very new behavior for him.

Maybe it was also part of why Thor didn't seem as concerned as he might otherwise be, about his brother dallying with a human.

It's a change that must be noticeable to his brother, to see Loki immediately rushing to help someone. That alone shows a level of fondness.

"We should go to bed." She mutters against his lips.

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