whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"Still better to be prepared, my human form is squishy." She teases. Her hands run slowly up his legs but stop before they get to where he might want them to be.

"Agreed." A hint lower than usual in his voice, blue-green eyes trying to track her at all. "Enjoying your new toy?" With a hint of smirk--he still adored her playfulness.

"I am enjoying this quite a lot." Another bit of shifting movement and he will feel lips on his throat.

It's very fun to tease him knowing that he can't see her. It's better than a blindfold.

She could feel him shiver, swallowing and he tilted his head for her. Fighting the spell again, trying to move his hands to hold her. It was hardly fair, but it was definitely interesting.

"No touching." It's soft but an order. That shiver has her going. Maybe now she will be able to make him beg.

She kisses his pulse point and up to his earlobe.

That makes him laugh, but it ends in a gasp. A good gasp, and he lets his hands drop. "What would you have me do, Sweetling?"

Her lips are still at his ear, her breath caressing the skin.

"Beg."

There's a tiny chuckle and then she's moved on again, hands trailing down his chest.

"Make me." Came the challenge in return. "You're not the first person to try this game with me, Christine." Despite the affectionately insolent tone, her name was said as a lover says it.

"But I'm the one you like most."

Her fingers stop to tease his nipples and her head dips back in to nibble at his neck, teeth draging softly across skin.

Yes. Don't make me regret it. Gifted to her deliberately in a way it was hard to lie. The sensation of her teasing him through the soft shirt material was decidedly erotic.

Never came her reply paired with a hint of adoration.

She keeps moving, her kisses showing on different spots of his neck.

She's never tried to send a image through the link, but she thinks it will work. Painting a mental picture of her after a phone call with him, a hand between her legs, crying out his name when she came.

Its hard to keep his hands down by his sides. "You have been learning, Sweetling." There's pride in his voice for her, admiration. "Next you'll be asking me to teach you illusion manipulation and casting." But her sending had a definite effect, as he'd shivered again and groan. Lounge pants also weren't very good at hiding growing interest and arousal either.

Still, she was playing his game now. And unlike with others, he needn't be touching her to manipulate memories for an illusion. She's sent an image in turn, her above him, riding him, with a background of stars and the sky of Asgard at night behind them. Hopefully she's also learned how to shield against emotions--because passion and desire and joy and possession and raw want and need are sent with it. The feel of her around him, reveling in her own power and lust.

She's smiling at the compliment. And sneaking her hands to the hem of his shirt to slip underneath.

She has put up a better emotional shield, but she's always weaker to Loki than anyone else. Her hands stop and she shudders, a little gasp leaving her.

Of course he's not playing fair, she wouldn't have expected him to.

She'd 'ordered' him not to touch, so Loki kept his hands at his sides. Resisted the urge to lean his head against hers--at least where he suspected hers was. "Take back the control, Christine." Low-voiced with heat, but encouraging. Challenging her to do so.

She lives for a challenge.

She focuses her attention, I want to be seen

Now while Stephen had taught her a good deal, she had learned a few things on her own. A few fluid hand movements and red cuffs pull Loki's hands above his head and together.

"I had to teach myself bondage magic."

That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, before a wicked grin came to his face. "You have been busy, haven't you, Sweetling?" Slipping from the cuffs would be child's play, but she had him very curious.

It's not intended to keep him captive, just for a bit of spice.

"A little bit." She grins, leaning in to finally kiss his lips.

Thought some cuffs would be a fun little trick.

He'll meet that kiss with passion, tasting her, intimate. These would be more effective if you cuffed me behind my back. Amusement in the mental tone, along with desire and pride intermingled for her.

this is more visually pleasing for me.

Having him strapped up a bit, it looks more dramatic. She doesn't let the kiss linger for too long before she pulls back.

"I assume you would be able to snap out right away?"

"Depends on the strength of the cuffs. Some I could likely break easily, others would depend on how the locking mechanism works, or the spell used." Again that wicked smile. "It's hardly the first time I've been bound, even in recent years."

But it has never been as enjoyable as with you.

"I don't think they were cuffing you for the same reasons."

She's moving to his lap, kissing his throat and nuzzling against his skin.

"Some lovers have tried. But they couldn't keep control." There was an implied 'Can you?' in his tone.

Having her in his lap was MUCH better. Not least of which because of how close she was. A shift of his hips against hers also made it clear he was enjoying their game.

"You don't make it easy." It's her turn to leaves marks on his neck, though he will have better luck covering them.

"You're mine now." There's a flush of possessiveness.

Loki tilted his head to let her have more access, eyes closing in pleasure. "What would be the fun if it were easy?" Am I? For how long, Christine. It's a serious question. All shadowy hints of emotions that are there for a second then gone. Like trying to catch and hold tiny fish without a net.

For as long as you still want to be.

She's gotten more intentional with emotions she shares, she's not quite as open of a book.

After sucking especially rough to his throat she looks to see if he's bruised or just a bit red.

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