whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

He hadn't nudged her once this entire time. There had been no need, and it would've felt like cheating to him. Studying her for a moment and the lovely curve of her neck and back. "Beautiful." He praised. Then moved to join her, pressing against her. His legs shifted just enough to nudge her own further apart while one hand moved to her hip and held her steady casually. Then he was bowing against her, his other hand coming to support him right by hers.

"Patience, Sweetling. Hold this position for me." Murmured against her ear, but with that same commanding tone. Shifting his hips, to brush his arousal deliberately against her own--teasing to bring him to full hardness. At the same time he gently nipped her ear, before moving to kiss along her throat. He'd leave marks, this time.

She presses back to him as he is against her. Christine is only a bit weak in the legs, but she knows he is able to keep her steady.

She dips her head back as he strokes himself against her. She doesn't mind the marking, she will smile in the morning when she asks him to disguse the bruises with magic.

He could and would keep her steady, and it didn't take long to bring him the rest of the way to full hardness. Not when she was so very ready and projecting at him unconsciously. Continuing to mark her, he moved to her shoulder. Timing it so that he was at that delicate spot where neck and shoulder joined as he shifted to seat himself in. Joining her, and not holding as he would normally--but moving straight into a deep and full pace that was only gentle enough to not break her.

It might be good that they're so far away from other people right now because Christine is not quiet. The way she moans when he enters her is loud and uninhibited.

She likes the little sting of pain and a jolt of arousal flows though their link.

It is a good thing indeed although he wouldn't have cared. Well--maybe he'd have cared only because this was supposed to be secret. As it is, she can feel his amusement through their link--her moans are music to his ears. He is also not so quiet, low groans of his own and half-murmured words of praise for how good she feels, how well she's doing.

Loki had every intention of her needing a good soak and massage after this. He might even let her have them...

If people see her throat it won't be a secret much longer.

She is going to be quite sore and will need a soak for sure.

You asked if I really wanted to be yours. She weaves her fingers between his as they rest on her hip.

There is an !? sensation along their link. Then his voice at her ear. "I remember..." Silken and low still, and all curiosity.

Her head tilts back again to look at him.

"I'm yours." It's reckless and probably too soon, but it's not any sort of real commitment, nor is she expecting one in return.

"Be very certain of what you're saying, Christine." There's a bit of darkness in his voice now. "Make sure it's not simply because I'm making love to you." Not that he's going to help things much, considering he's back to nibbling and kissing along her throat.

She let's more emotion cross the link, a myrad of them. Her affection, the possesive streak, her acceptance of all of his shades of gray. She knows exactly what she is saying.

Until you tire of me. I am yours.

Loki shifted slightly, just enough to be able to kiss her. Once more fierce and full of passion, claiming--and promising. Be mine then. Mine to protect, mine to care for. Focusing, and projecting along their link as well. Affection and care--definitely a fondness and preference for her company over others. Not simply based on their sexual chemistry although there was deep passion and want sent too. A darker-possessiveness that craved something to be his and his only. Loneliness and pain and confusion that wanted love.

He didn't plan to tire of her for quite some time.

The level of emotion he sends in reply is nearly overwhelming. All she can do is match the intensity of his kiss while her body crashes again.

Come with me. it's an order of her own.

He very nearly did; shuddering with the command tied to the emotions she projected at him. "Not yet, Sweetling." Breathed against her mouth, and she could probably guess it was a close-call. The hand at her hip moved, down around to brush her from the front, tease her where they joined. Once more prolonging her orgasm. Willpower and pride had him holding out several moments, before he joined her in climax.

She feels very powerful just for getting him that close. He keeps her riding her high and she's positive she's going to collapse in bed unable to move after.

stubborn. it's amused as he does finally join her.

Very. Sent back with a lazy caress of thought and smug satisfaction. He's pretty much keeping them both up as they ride the aftermath of her high and his washing over him. When they move, it's a controlled tumble to the bed.

"You most certainly need training, and will be a very quick study, Christine." Slightly breathless, whispered against her hair and skin. Pride for her and admiration.

They tumble to the bed and she sighs, happy and very spent.

"I see how this Empathy could be very useful." She's caressing his face and cuddling up to him. "Might need you to carry me back to your rooms." She laughs, "I don't think my legs work."

Curling her closer still, wrapping his arms around her and the hold is definitely possessive with one hand splayed at her hip. "I am not sorry at all to put you in that state." Punctuated with an equally possessive kiss to her jaw.

"In a moment though, I can go run a bath for us. If you can stand to let me go." If he could stand to let HER go too.

"Me either. So long as you accept your fate to carry me around."

The possesiveness is welcome, she really wants to feel like she belongs. She's been longing to be important to someone.

"I might be willing to briefly sacrifice you for a soak."

Another kiss and he's holding that tighter embrace. Saving it and enjoying and keeping it close. "We can soak together. How's your shoulder?"

"Not as sore as I was expecting, but that might just be all the endorphins."

She is absolutely full of happy endorphins right now. She looks very blissful.

She can feel him laugh, low and pleased and smug. In some ways, Loki was less a serpent and more a big cat. Right then he was happily curled around her and contented, just basking in the moment. Before it got old though, her hair was nuzzled in apology and he moved to stand. Indulging in a stretch, before looking over his shoulder at her.

"I'm not done with you yet, by the way." It was a promise. Then he was walking to the bathroom to fill the giant tub.

Seriously, the tub was huge--the Hulk could've lounged in it. Good thing the ship had it's own water filtration and recycling processes. Easily big enough for both of them to stretch out fully, and with tiny little lights that twinkled like stars under the water as well as water-jets and built in seats.

She can see the comparison to a cat at it fits. He could be sweet, but he remained a dangerous predator as well.

"I hope not." She calls back as he heads to the bathroom.

Once she sees that tub, she's going to be in love with it.

It wouldn't take long, and then he's back. Shifting her up into his arms easily and heading for that tub. "If I'd had any doubts before about what this ship was used for, it was gone when I first saw this room. Fortunately the ship has a good filtration and recycling process."

Her eyes grow wide when she sees the size of the tub in question.

"It's practically a pool." She is looking forward to being able to soak all of her muscles with ease.

"The lights are a nice touch."

"It's not the stars, but it'll have to do." Because he's going to help her slip in, then fiddle with a control panel. That turns the lights, except for those little ones in the tub, off.

Coming back, Loki moves to stretch out beside her, one arm around her and holding her close. "Now, given your little brush with attempting to command me earlier, are you still wanting me to play more rough?" Or did she want a chance to perhaps be rough herself.

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