whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"Tell me how." You can do this, Christine. The words said aloud were a challenge of his own. But the mental words were a lover's caress.

She is truly terrible at dirty talk, she always feels so awkward about it.

Her fingers move into his hair to tug at it.

"Put that mouth to good use."

He could've challenged her more, but she was doing well for what was only her second time attempting this with him. Nor did he ever make it easy. That little tug sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, and Loki moved his hands to her hips, fingers splayed. Pulling her slightly closer, then insistently looping one leg over his shoulder. Held in place with casual strength while his other hand remained at her hips.

Blue-green eyes were full of promises of mischief and heat as he looked at her. Before he closed them, and moved to kiss along her thigh. Trailing a path of fire to where she wanted him most, and where he wouldn't disappoint when he finally rewarded her.

As awkward as she felt, he did look very sexy like that; and she knew he wouldn't leave her wanting.

She continues giving tugs to his hair, he seems to respond well to it.

He liked her touches, period. Whether gentle and soft or more forceful--because they were her touches. There was something very attractive and sexy about her taking control that he responded well to. Not that he hadn't been submissive with lovers before, but he hadn't enjoyed it or wanted to teach them to be better at it, the way he did with her. They complimented each other in ways he wouldn't have expected.

Once he was at her center, he made sure his grip and hold of her would keep her standing. Before indeed putting his mouth and tongue to use. Worshiping her, loving her, tasting and teasing her and letting that fire and passion run free. Never mind that they'd already made love several minutes ago--they both wanted more. He wanted to hear her moan, cry out his name, shatter for him.

She feels like she is changing in such good ways, growing stronger and focused on learning new things again.

They both have a very healthy drive for one another, and given the few weeks since they've been together it's no surprise they're both so eager.

"Loki" she sighs, deep and needy.

A querying hum, but he didn't move otherwise. Still too intent on properly rewarding her. Wanting to bring her to the edge. He may've been kneeling, but he still had the control.

He did have the control back, which isn't much of a surprise, she's still figuring out how to be in charge with him.

It doesn't take long for her to come undone.

The hand and arm at her hip shifted to brace her more fully, support her and keep her standing. So did the hand around her leg where it curled over his shoulder. Catching her, holding her and keeping her standing. Teasing her, tasting her, prolonging her orgasm if he could and being just as thorough as he usually was.

Beautiful.

you're very good at that.

She's shuddering and gripping firmly to his shoulders. He does make one hell of a lover.

"I still need to give you your gift. This wasn't actually it." She chuckles.

At giving you pleasure? You're worth it, Sweetling. Smug satisfaction and warmth wrapped around her. Along with banked passion and want. He was still aroused from her teasing earlier.

Are we going back to bed? You've not had your pleasure.

And she wants him just as satisfied as she is.

That's up to you darling. You are still, nominally, in charge. Act like it. Encouraging her still, now with soft kisses, moving to nuzzle her leg.

So I could just make you wait?

That feels especially wicked and she rather likes the idea of leaving him wanting for a little while at least.

If that's what you want. It was said with some caution. "I'm still your toy, for the moment Sweetling. And I don't kneel for just anyone."

"Leaving you wanting would increase my odds of getting you to beg."

She unhooks her leg from his shoulder and uses a tug of his hair to encourage him to stand.

When he's sure she can stand, he'll let go. Moving with that tug to get to his feet fully. He doesn't reach for her, though he wants to. Instead he just looks to her, one brow raising as if to say now what.

"Should I go get your present?"

It feels devious to switch the mood so quickly. And she wants to see if he will take control back.

He smiled and now moved to reach up and cup her face. "Is that what you want, Sweetling? I don't beg." Although with her and the way she was progressing... She might make him. Someday.

"If that's the case" she dips her head into his touch before she turns to go grab his gift, wrapping her robe around herself on the way.

It had taken a lot of work, but she found a little bookstore that had a old magic text. The owner didn't realize what it was but Christine could feel the magic radiating from it, and it had parts written in Nordic runes.

She returns a moment later to hold out the book to him.

Ah, so this was the game. Low chuckling and Loki made himself breathe. He could be patient, and he wasn't so aroused that it was stiflingly frustrating yet. Watching her every movement with simmering heat in blue-green eyes.

He can feel that magic in the book too, and the cover... His brows shot up. That book was old, but so well preserved. "Now where did you find this, Sweetling?" Taking the book carefully, before proceeding to skim through it.

"I've been visiting antique bookshops for a few weeks." Hoping to find something for him.

"That one absolutely radiates magic, and it's got runes, felt like something you would want to see."

Skimming through it, Loki felt any frustration vanish entirely as he realized just what she'd found. Naked wonder on his face, before closing the book and sliding his arm around her waist and hip. Pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Thanking her, trying to communicate just how pleased he was.

I'm going to teach you runes, and you, my Christine, have found a true treasure.

That kiss is a surprise and she's melting against him. She thought the book was good, she had no idea how good.

It's good then?

Christine, I will need to read it to be certain, but you may've found a valuable book of history that predates Asgard proper. That hand around her splayed lower against her hip and ass, pulling her tighter against him. He's murmuring against her mouth quickly, holding the book up. She'd detect a spell, not unlike when he veil'd them and concealed their presence. A moment later the book is vanishing in a shimmer of greenish yellow.

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