whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"I don't think Thor would appreciate that." She has an advantage over Loki that she doesn't with Thor. "Though he would prove a good test of their strength."

She pulls her hand back quickly and with a smile.

"Please, Christine, touch me."

He likely would be willing to help you test them. Just don't play with him as you do with me. I'd be very upset." Loki was quiet, considering for a moment when she pulled back. Before he nodded in acquiescence. "Please, my Christine. Touch me."

"Don't make his clothes disappear?" She asks as if she's pondering it.

Her hand trails further, and she adds a bit of tingle to her fingertips as she strokes his length.

His laughter trails off in a gasp, eyes closing as she touches him. Smiling slowly, and it's very clear he's enjoying her touch. "The very last person I want to think about unclothed at this moment is my brother, Christine."

"I'm only thinking of you." She dips in to press kisses to his throat.

She pushes desire and arousal through the link, letting him feel her in multiple ways.

She can probably feel the low pleased hum as well as hear it, with her actions. Leaning into her touches and kiss, and his heartbeat has sped up. Breathing as well. "I can play that game too, Christine. Shall I test how strong your shields are?"

She usually leaves a gap in her shield that's specifically for Loki, but she pulls up her shields and tightens them.

"Be my guest."

He doesn't hesitate; focusing on how good her touch feels, how much he wants her. She is his, and she is beautiful and clever. Painted in starlight that shines in the darkness. Arousal and raw desire and passion, the sensation of her shattering and holding him tight with her body. It brings out a gasp from him, but he just focuses on sending that too.

All the raw want and desire for her, whether she be gentle or not. Adoration at how she can play and be wicked, yet remains so kind.

Loki would not recognize it, but Christine might be able to detect a thread of love running underneath it all. His to protect, to care for....to love.

Her shield is strong enough to dull the intensity a bit but she feels everything.

She has to hold on to his shoulder, letting the wave of his emotions crash over her. She feels it, a tiny wisp of love and it makes her break his bonds immediately. As much as she wants to play with him, right now she can't.

"Loki."

1 second to realize he was free, before he was scooping her up in his arms, mouth finding hers in a fierce kiss. Quick strides towards the bed, before he's laying them both down. Still kissing her, but now moving to her throat. Clever fingers are moving to find skin under her clothing. Seeking to tease her, arouse her as much as he is.

She's wrapping her legs around him and being carried to the bed.

She sends her love back to him, letting him swim in the sensation of her love.

He wouldn't recognize it in himself, had no idea it even existed. (He was still unsure if he even was capable of it, considering all he'd been through.) But he could recognize hers. Could recognize her giving him that gift. It was almost overwhelming, and he gasped, then breathed against her skin. "You're wearing too many clothes, Christine..." For a moment, he regretted transfiguring her garments. As much as he wanted them off, he also had no intention of ripping them.

She does the same spell for her clothes, relocating them to a neat pile with his.

"Fixed it." She trails her nails down his back before pulling him back down for a kiss.

Loki rarely cursed, but he did now--gratefully. "Mmfuckyes..." Murmured against her mouth, tasting her, mouth moving over her own. Shifting to lean on his elbow, arm going around her back and hip while he supported himself. His free hand was shifting along her body, touching and caressing. Wanting to be sure she was ready...

That's the first time she's heard him swear and it surprises her.

She was very ready, her hips immediately arch into his touch.

"I have missed you so much."

It only took a moment to shift himself to fit against her. That hand at her hip encourages her leg up around his own, stroking softly. "I want you." Murmured lowly, Face buried against her shoulder, by her ear. Not more waiting--a brush of himself against her intimately, then he's sliding deep within. A pleased sigh escapes him with the action, and the skin by her ear is kissed.

She bites at his shoulder as he enters her. She has missed this so much. She lets him feel what she's feeling, the way he feels when he moves inside her.

That bite brings almost a low growl, head bowed against her own as much as he can. Keeping her close, wrapped around him. It felt so much more intense, given she was projecting. So he reached for her carefully, bringing her into his shields just enough. All the dark and light focused on her, on how good she felt around him, how much he wanted and had missed this, how she shone. Wantneedrawdarkandpossessivebutgentleandprotective--all at once, almost overwhelming.

It is almost entirely overwhelming, being welcomed in to his mind. She can feel how he feels about her and see the way he sees her.

She truly feels like they are one and she gasps against his skin.

adore you

There are still shields and layers; but she had been drawn past the outermost one. A sign of trust--of devotion too. That he let himself be that vulnerable for her. It had been an impulsive decision, born of the moment--but Loki wasn't sure he'd take it back.

Not with her reaction, and knowing so clearly who she was. She was growing stronger as a person and being, coming into her potential. He was proud to have helped spur that within her.

"Mine." Murmured aloud and in her mind. Physically, they moved in synch--as one. Pace deep and full and needy. Entirely wrapped up in their own little world.

She is acutely aware that it's a huge sign of trust to be allowed anywhere beyond his shields.

"Mine" she replies in return. He is as much hers as she is his, or at least she hopes he is.

Even as caught up in the moment as he is, Loki would've had to be truly broken to not hear her. To not think about what that meant--was he? Did he want to be? Would he allow the claim on him? She'd shown him as intimately as possible how she felt, who she was... She would be a weakness--but she gave so much in return.

Several long moments... Then he was nudging her head with his, to speak against her mouth, kiss her in turn. "Yours, Christine." Deliberate in his choice of words, in his choice at all. He could not promise her some things, could not be what she might truly want--but he could be hers for her lifespan.

She doesn't quite realize the amount of thought that went into his sentiment.

Though she does realize the significance of what he says, there is a commitment to it, for at least a while.

and I'm yours, Loki.

Fall with me, Christine. It's a request, asking her. He does not beg. But he's asking, still wrapped around her and with her wrapped around him, still sharing that deeper connection for now.

It only takes that suggestion for her to come crashing. Clinging to him to stay grounded in the overwhelming sensations.

His name is on her lips and in her mind.

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