whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

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.

There's an audible little 'ooo' when he turns out the lights.

They are able to both stretch out and still be close, the hot water feels good on her muscles.

"I do have some desire to have my way with you. But right now I belong to this tub."

"Should I be jealous?" He's teasing her, enjoying the hot water himself. And having her with him--he's enjoying that most of all.

"Maybe, the water is doing wonderful things to my back." She adjusts to be able to rest her head on him.

He adjusts with her, stroking along her spine and rubbing circles into her skin. "I didn't plan all this when I brought you up here, so you know. My only plan was to show you the stars."

"We just have a habit of ending up naked." She teases. "It's incredible, to just be in space with you."

"Our chemistry is most definitely the best I've had with anyone." With a soft and real smile. "So you've revised your opinion? Not only would you travel on Midgard--Earth, but outside of it too?"

She nods. "I guess if I have a way to see the stars I would travel beyond Earth."

Their chemistry is the best she's ever had as well, they flow so naturally between afrcttion, teasing and passion.

That made him laugh softly. "Sweetling, you're friends with a few gods and a Sorcerer whom I have been informed is supposed to be a Big Deal on your planet. You're allowed to dream big now."

And brush his mind against hers. Certainly more than friends with one of those gods.

She lightly nudges his side.

"I think only one of them would take me off world."

Maybe she can dream bigger though.

We are very good friends there's practically a wink sent mentally as well.

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