whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"It's far safer than what you have on Midgard, don't worry." While she's doing that, he's been busy disengaging the docking-ramp and powering the ship up. "I don't plan for us to go far either. Although I'm certain this ship has a suitable bathtub and food as well if we need it."

It isn't long before his attention is mostly taken by piloting. Pulling away from the Statesman, to skim over the ocean a bit, before moving further up. And up. And UP. Into the stars, and comfortably out of direct Earth Orbit.

"I guess that's reassuring" the rest of the universe has been doing space travel a lot longer than Earth.

Sh can hear her heart absolutely pounding in her ears as they pull up, and just keep going. The curve of the Earth becomes visible and then the edge of the atmosphere. It's beautiful, and a bit terrifying.

Once they've settled into a comfortable position that is not quite fully in Earth's Orbit--out of the way of any of it's own satellites--Loki engages the auto-pilot. Then turns in the chair, to study Christine. "How are you doing? And I'm not sorry for springing this on you, either." All mischief and satisfied smile.

"I think my pulse is returning to a vaugely normal rate." She is a hint pale, but she's recovering well.

She shakes her head and then laughs, "You are not boring, I will admit that much."

"I would hope not." Said with a laugh of his own. "I had hoped you'd enjoy the surprise though."

"It's amazing." She's finally able to really look out the windows.

"You brought me to space." She reaches out to him, needing a bit of contact as if proving this is real.

Loki gets out of his chair, taking her hand where she reaches to him and moving closer. "I did. We're also safe enough as I can make us." Bringing her hand up to kiss it, blue-green eyes sparkling.

She nods and uses her freehand to unlatch her belts so she can stand.

"There are so many stars. You can barely see any from the city."

He encourages her more towards the pilot's area, then shifts to stand behind her and wrap his arms around her. Resting his head by hers. "Better than an illusion, yes?"

"So much better." This might be the single coolest thing she's ever done. Her arms rest over his.

"Probably good you didn't tell me so I wouldn't have a chance to chicken out." She chuckles.

He chuckles with her. "You don't seem the type to chicken-out so easily. You've survived me so far, after all." She is welcome to lean on him as he certainly likes having her close. "I can't say the view from the bath would be as nice--although I'd love to have you while the stars surround us."

"I'll tell you a secret." She lowers her voice, "I've always been a little scared of flying."

She will fly when she needs to, it's the best way to get places, but it still makes her a little nervous.

"Maybe somewhere more stable?" She turns her head to look up at him.

Leaning in, Loki kissed her softly and sweetly. Trying to reassure her, comfort her. Holding it, then speaking against her mouth. "Good thing we cleaned this place fully, then."

It would be way more impressive than the mile high club, that's for sure.

It just takes a moment of his kisses for her worries to ebb away and to be replaced with the trust she has for him. Even if she didn't trust him; it's in his self-interest to make sure the ship is safe and stable.

Leading the way, Loki nuzzles her softly, before leading her further back into the ship.

The style of the Commodore is far brighter, all warm colors mixed with blue and orange prominent. But the bedroom and adjoining bathroom are indeed of a 'pleasure' variety. Unsurprisingly, the ceiling is reflective, and the bedding is luxurious. The lights can be adjusted as wanted for a variety of settings.

"There's a mirror on the ceiling." She's going to lose it in a little fit of giggles for a minute.

"This was absolutely a sex ship."

"I did say he took inspiration from your Romans." Loki said with a dry smile. "The man was more capricious than I am, and absolutely a hedonist too." Loki had managed to worm his way into the man's good graces, but it had been dancing like dancing on a knife's edge.

"It also, will make for a good ship for more secretive endeavors. Most people will only look at what it was."

She's pink in the cheeks from laughing when she turns to him.

"You and your orgy ship." She tugs him close to kiss him.

He's not sure whether he's amused or insulted, but the kiss will do a lot to mollify his ego. You don't want to know some of the recordings I've found. I've honestly done my best to forget them.

Gross. I've never understood the allure of recording it. I'll help you picture something different when you're in here.

While she knows he's hedonistic, for some reason she doesn't imagine he goes for orgies much. Maybe just because he seems so keen on being a good lover, and that takes attention.

She leaves his lips to trail kisses down his throat.

Please do, my Sweetling.

Oh he'd been to a few orgies, but on the whole he did prefer his companionship one-to-one. Mostly because they then could focus on just him. And he could focus on them, and feed his ego in turn.

There's a low hum of appreciation, and he tilts his head to bare more skin to her. "I did prescribe a bath first, and you do want help with your shoulder, yes?" Not that he really wants to stop this--this is nice.

Christine had never been to an orgy, she did have a threesome once, but she really prefers to not share her lovers.

There is a little drag of teeth along ths side of his neck.

"How long before people notice that we flew off to space?

"If it'd make you feel better, I can send a message?" Which wasn't an answer to her question. It was likely Heimdall at least had already noticed. It had been hard for him to speak, with that little drag of teeth. His eyes were closed, and hands had moved to her hips possessively.

"I don't care so long as we won't be shot out of orbit."

She makes a note at how strong his response was, she has a special little catalog of memories for the things that make him tremble.

I doubt that'll happen without a warning of some kind. And despite this being a pleasure cruiser, there are certain things that will come through even with all other alerts turned off. That was much easier to communicate via mind than aloud. As much as he can without inhibiting her, Loki is leaning his head against her own. Nuzzling her in turn, pressing soft kisses where he can.

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