The very fact that she IS staying in his rooms could be considered scandalous enough, for it implied far more. It was a very worth-it-risk in his eyes, and so far those who might matter approved. Everyone else could simply wonder.
His hands move to hers, then up to stroke through her hair softly. Returning every kiss and touch. Pulling her close, protectively.
I think you did handle yourself quite well for only having a few lessons, earlier
There were no doubt implications about sharing Loki's rooms, but she wouldn't trade it for anything. Getting to fall asleep with him is worth some gossip.
It's such a stark transition when they are in private again, they don't waste any time in touching again.
Thank you. Seeing you fight was sexier than I might want to admit.
"We have some time. More than when I woke you yesterday." Moving to grasp her hand and bring it up to press kisses to it. "But if you're going to be testing your new psychic waters, I should show you how to do so without putting yourself in more danger."
"I also have to make myself presentable for dinner." And she doesn't have magic to charm herself into looking like she hasn't spent hours learning to fight.
To be fair, he does too--even with magic. "You need to learn to strike without having to lower your shielding. And I can only help so much, because mine isn't tied to my Empathy the way yours is." But she had shown herself to be capable and intelligent and a quick study so far.
Leaning up he pressed a kiss to her forehead, squeezing her hand where he held it. "We should get cleaned up, and we can talk and I can show you while we're getting ready."
Another kiss against her forehead, holding her tightly. "It would take the edge off but only make us want more." Bringing her hand up to nuzzle, before he let's it go apologetically. Pulling back as well. "You have a selection in the bedroom to choose from. I'll be quick and have far less of a choice to make."
That brings laughter, as he's pulling off the padded leather over-jacket. "Formal Midgardian style, Sweetling. I'll have a deep green tie and accents, but otherwise was going with basic black."
He's entirely un-self-conscious as he removes the light armor he had been wearing, to head for the bathroom.
Hanging not far away, are a variety of options for Christine, although most seemed to be of a pant-suit variety. She had choicesitwouldseem.
There's amusement and mental laughter sent to her. I quite like yours as well Sweetling.
His own clothes were hanging up, so she could see if she wanted to snoop in the closet. A black 3-piece formal suit with white dress shirt. Lain out nearby were a tie, pocket kerchief, and tie clip. Should she continue snooping, she will find no jeans at all among 'casual' wear, and a clear preference for style even when dressed down. It is a comfortable blend of Midgardian and Asgardian styles.
It's not long at all also before she'll hear the shower running.
Of course she's going to snoop, running her hands along his clothes with a little smile; she couldn't have pictured him in jeans anyway. Everything in his closet looks like it's practical enough for a good range of movement.
She ends at the tie, a little smile tugging at her lips at how perfectly it fits his usual look.
Christine realizes her bag doesn't have much in the way of makeup, just a tube of chapstick. And while she's never felt a need for the stuff, if given the choice, she probably would have put on a bit for a formal state dinner.
Loki especially understands that style and presentation is important; he'll happily help with whatever she needs. Or wants.
Nor does he take too long in the shower, although apparently he's toweling himself off the old fashioned way. Still entirely un-self-conscious and shameless, too. "Are you pleased with your choices? What else do you need or want?"
Her mental comment has him bowing in acknowledgement, with a smirk full of mischief sent her way.
"You might match Thor without meaning to, as I believe he's planning to wear blue." Towel around his neck, Loki strode over to her and cupped her face for a soft and quick kiss. "Wear what you want Sweetling. Whether it matches me or not. I am your official escort."
A pause, and smile as he pulled back. "It's calculated that way to offer more legitimacy to my presence too. That I am not a 'threat' so to speak. You are from the city that was the focal point of my invasion 5 years ago. If you are comfortable with me escorting you, then I must be safe, right?"
And it aligned perfectly with what was really going on.
"I don't believe for one moment that you're safe." While she trusts him, she would be foolish to think he was safe. "But it is a smart move. I like the green."
"That's because you're smart." Loki agreed, leaning in for one more quick kiss. "Go clean up, Sweetling. Then I can work on showing you how to attack without lowering your shield."
He's at least dressed enough to be decent, by the time she comes back. "Sweetling, I'll magic for you whatever you want." Working on putting his tie on.
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They paint a friendly picture out in public, which could be surprised but certainly isn't scandalous.
Now once he closes the door however, then she's grabbing him and tugging him close to kiss him. She has to get some kisses in before dinner.
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His hands move to hers, then up to stroke through her hair softly. Returning every kiss and touch. Pulling her close, protectively.
I think you did handle yourself quite well for only having a few lessons, earlier
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It's such a stark transition when they are in private again, they don't waste any time in touching again.
Thank you. Seeing you fight was sexier than I might want to admit.
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With the way he moves, people would be stabbed before they even realized he was close enough to do so.
"I probably shouldn't kiss you too much, or I'll look like we've been very busy in here."
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"Probably should."
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Leaning up he pressed a kiss to her forehead, squeezing her hand where he held it. "We should get cleaned up, and we can talk and I can show you while we're getting ready."
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"Probably shouldn't shower together." She chuckles, "we would be very late."
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She lets him go, they do have some responsibilities.
"Are you going to go with something green for a change?" Unless he is going to wear a suit, it seems likely to be green.
She steps away to go to the bedroom to choose from the clothes set out for her.
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He's entirely un-self-conscious as he removes the light armor he had been wearing, to head for the bathroom.
Hanging not far away, are a variety of options for Christine, although most seemed to be of a pant-suit variety. She had choices it would seem.
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She's shameless in watching him undress. She may have to wait to have him, but at least she gets a good view of what she gets to come back to.
magnificent ass. Comes to him as he walks away.
She will pick between the blue or green suit options, both colors suit her skin well.
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His own clothes were hanging up, so she could see if she wanted to snoop in the closet. A black 3-piece formal suit with white dress shirt. Lain out nearby were a tie, pocket kerchief, and tie clip. Should she continue snooping, she will find no jeans at all among 'casual' wear, and a clear preference for style even when dressed down. It is a comfortable blend of Midgardian and Asgardian styles.
It's not long at all also before she'll hear the shower running.
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She ends at the tie, a little smile tugging at her lips at how perfectly it fits his usual look.
Christine realizes her bag doesn't have much in the way of makeup, just a tube of chapstick. And while she's never felt a need for the stuff, if given the choice, she probably would have put on a bit for a formal state dinner.
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She could always call for Dagny for assistance--she had been shown how. There were panels to do so in both the bedroom and sitting room.
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Though she will probably need a bit of magical help to get her hair dry in a reasonable amount of time.
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Nor does he take too long in the shower, although apparently he's toweling himself off the old fashioned way. Still entirely un-self-conscious and shameless, too. "Are you pleased with your choices? What else do you need or want?"
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"The suits are very good. I'm thinking of going for the blue so I don't match you too much."
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"You might match Thor without meaning to, as I believe he's planning to wear blue." Towel around his neck, Loki strode over to her and cupped her face for a soft and quick kiss. "Wear what you want Sweetling. Whether it matches me or not. I am your official escort."
A pause, and smile as he pulled back. "It's calculated that way to offer more legitimacy to my presence too. That I am not a 'threat' so to speak. You are from the city that was the focal point of my invasion 5 years ago. If you are comfortable with me escorting you, then I must be safe, right?"
And it aligned perfectly with what was really going on.
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"I don't believe for one moment that you're safe." While she trusts him, she would be foolish to think he was safe. "But it is a smart move. I like the green."
And she likes looking a bit like a united front.
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"I will need a bit of magic to dry my hair, otherwise it'll take ages."
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"Might need a bit of jewlery to go with the suit." There were definitely perks to being with a magic user for sure.
"I am very much looking forward to taking you out of that suit after dinner."
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