"Loki" it's one of those sighs he enjoys. It's only going to take a moment before she comes undone. Her head tipped back as she rides out her pleasure.
"Vakker Christine..." Low voiced and soft. It isn't long with her shuddering around him before he follows, seeking to pull her closer and hold her tight to his body. Similarly, his mind wraps around hers more fully, holding them both.
His voice when he's saying her name like that; it lives in her mind, sometimes shows up in her dreams.
There are a few moments after he follows where she stays exactly where she is, kissing him in the afterglow before finally moving and pulling the blanket over them both.
Vakker was likely to be one of those words she'd pick up first--he'd called her beautiful again, and chosen to use her name. Kissing her back, nuzzling her, wrapping himself around her as much as able while snuggling down into the blankets.
"Sleep well, Sweetling. I have you, and I'm not letting go."
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There are a few moments after he follows where she stays exactly where she is, kissing him in the afterglow before finally moving and pulling the blanket over them both.
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"Sleep well, Sweetling. I have you, and I'm not letting go."