whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

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.

At least we will know we're going to die. Nothing I'd rather be doing in my final moments though.

Though she's in the mood for something a little rougher than their usual, a bit of spice.

I don't die that easily, and I won't let you do so either. There is most definitely a fierce protective-possessiveness sent along with that thought. And perhaps she is telegraphing some emotion along with her actions, as Loki grins to himself. Then simply picks her up just enough to toss her on the bed.

It's hard to keep all of her emotions in check even when she isn't actively sending them to him.

There's an absolutely wicked grin when he tosses her like she weighs nothing, it's very sexy.

His own smile is wicked in turn. "Oh I do like that smile on you, Sweetling. It promises mischief." Which he approved of heartily, being he was the God of it. Stalking over, climbing on the bed and moving to trace one hand over her arm and shoulder. "What are you thinking, Christine?"

"That I don't want you to be gentle."

She wants to see him unlesh a bit of his power and strength. He's had her enough to be aware of her limits, she trusts him enough to not break her

"Oh do you?" It's said lightly, but she could already likely see the ideas forming. "Strip. I don't actually want to ruin your clothes." No mental suggestions or nudges, just a firm tone.

She might end up needing that bath and massage when this is over.

Sometimes she likes being a bit on the submissive side in bed, and that tone makes her excited.

"Yes, your highness." If they're doing a power play, she may as well go all out. She shifts to quickly tug off her clothes, making sure to be a bit teasing about it.

Fortunately she has someone who likes to be dominant, but also could be submissive occasionally. Blue-green eyes continued to study her, enjoying that teasing playfulness. It was honestly one of the things Loki adored in their relationship. She complimented him well.

"Lovely." With admiration, reaching out to let a hand trail along her skin, trace her curves. "Hold still while I touch you." Still with that firm tone.

She can already feel her arousal bubbling. They have such dynamic chemistry it's incredible.

"Yes, sir." It's quieter, she's doing her best to not arch into his touch even if she wants to.

Both hands move now to trail along her skin. Starting with her cheeks and jaw, down along her throat and collarbone. Pausing at her breasts to hold them in his palms, thumbs tweaking her nipples into hard peaks. Teasing her, blue-green eyes holding her own gaze.

She does feel very exposed, since he's still fully dressed and taking his time trailing his hands over her.

She doesn't break that eye contact, there so much want and fondness both in the way she looks at him and spilling into their link.

At least he's not in the light armor he had been wearing recently. So while he was fully dressed and covered up, it was more practical garments. Hopefully she'd enjoy undressing him, as that was in his plans too.

One hand stays at her breasts, while the other begins to wander. Trailing along her arm, stroking along the pulse-point of her wrist and elbow. Down, and then back up, to move to her ribs and stomach. Light and possessive touches, caressing her skin. Moments later the hand at her breasts shifts, to push her down prone on the bed, and hold her there. "Open for me."

"Open where, darling?" She was never one to not be challenging, even when she was feeling submissive she liked to be a bit bratty about it.

Just one hand can push her down so solidly, she wouldn't be able to escape if she tried.

It's a light push too, and more just resting his hand against her breastbone with only the barest pressure. A hint of smirk comes to his face, although he's not going to punish her for her challenge. "I think you know where, Sweetling." A slow blink, and that smirk is smug. "Unless you'd rather I leave you wanting?"

She licks her lips and parts her legs.

"I'll behave, sir." They both know she won't. But that is part of the fun, he does love mischief.

"Oh I doubt that." With a wicked little chuckle. Still watching her, and shifting his position enough to be comfortable while able to still hold her and touch her. His other hand moves further down her belly to tease along her hip, then brush lower still. Just a teasing touch against her center, before moving to her thigh and stroking it.

She let's out a breath she had been holding when he finally makes teasing contact with her core.

Letting Loki loom over her, looking very powerful is insanely erotic, if only because she knows how dangerous this view would be for someone else.

It would still be dangerous for her if he hadn't made it clear he was protective of her. But she had felt that possessiveness tied to protectiveness (and other emotions) directly. And it was near-impossible to lie via emotions.

She'd just been given that teasing contact before his touch had moved on. Stroking along her thigh, brushing just under her knees. Down one leg, back up the other, before moving to cup her center directly. "Stay silent until I tell you otherwise." Another order, with an eyebrow raised in challenge. Brushing such delicate skin with his thumb, trailing around her most intimate opening. Savoring it, before one finger entered her just as surely as he often did himself.

His emotions tell her quite a lot and they really do keep her feeling safe around him.

She nods. It's a challenge that she will likely fail, given how good he is at getting reactions from her.

He didn't say anything about being mentally quiet, so there's a little gasp through their link.

Found the loophole hmm? All smug overtones and pleased emotions. Affection and desire and satisfaction in their link.

One hand remains holding her down still, while his other teased her. Swirling his finger slightly, before curving it slightly as he withdrew. Only to plunge back in, and repeat it. Setting a steady pace, eventually letting two fingers move to fill her.

You didn't specify. And Christine will always challege and find those loopholes to keep things unpredictable.

He knows how to play her body, to tease and work her up.

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