whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

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.

Oh. That's surprising.

She can sense his magic much better now, it feels different, more distinctive.

"Putting it somewhere safe?"

"And concealing it for now." Loki confirmed, pulling away only enough to speak. "I hope you didn't have any plans this evening." Because he's picking her up, encouraging her legs around his waist, and starting to walk back towards the bedroom.

He intended to leave them both pleasantly exhausted for the next few hours.

She laughs as she wraps her legs around him.

"Don't worry, I knew I'd be busy with you." She even took the next day off knowing she would be tired and worn out.

"I am rather demanding of your attention, aren't I?" Brushing her mind with warm caresses, and as they reach the bed, he's murmuring to her in a mix of languages. How clever she is, how much he savors her touch, finds her beautiful for how her soul shines through in everything she does. There is no doubt he is extremely fond of her, and wants her.

Certain to leave them both exhausted, mixing sweet and gentle with fiery passion that demanded she challenge him.

It would be a very late dinner, probably after sleep, as they lay in the afterglow, tangled with each other on her bed.

"You are." She savors him, he's absolutely wonderful as a lover, she feels all that passion and fondness that he gives her.

They do eventually eat something, while curled around one another on the sofa.

Dressed just enough to be decent, and feeling pleasantly lazy and boneless. Mouth against her hair, just absorbing her and her presence. "What else has the sorcerer been teaching you?" Curiosity in his voice. "When you feel up to it, I can also teach you how to conjure and de-conjure your dagger."

"I'm working on some transmutation. Just a few basic things. And astral projection, the sorcerer's love projecting." She's happy, just wrapped up with him.

She holds out a hand and conjures a single coin in it.

"I'm still doing small things, coins, flowers."

"I wasn't sure how far along you were, hence my gifts." Holding out his hand, he lets fireworks come to his palm.

"They're wonderful. The gifts and the fireworks."

As she's growing more in tune with magic, she finds his more fascinating.

She makes a little orchid flower for him.

Now they're just showing off.

They are, but it's adorable. "Should I turn that into a frog for you, Sweetling?" Playful mischief in his voice, spoken against her forehead.

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