whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"It is a very nice body." She laughs, running a hand along his front as if appraising.

"Quite good."

More laughter, and he's capturing her hand and bringing it up to kiss. "Ah ha, my long game has worked. You are successfully mine and successfully seduced, Christine." Still teasing her.

"That's a very mild long game, I would expect better from my god of mischief."

They do so well because they can tease one another recklessly and with such mirth.

"Not everything needs to be complicated and grandiose. Sometimes it's about appreciating the little things." Leaning his head down enough to kiss her sweetly. Just enjoying the act for the joy it brought, and the happiness she brought.

She kisses him back, savoring the general excitement of being here with him.

"Love you." She mutters against his lips.

"I'm quite taken with you, Christine. As you well know." Murmured against her lips too, before he's moving to kiss along her cheek and jaw, down her throat. No real path or purpose except enjoying her and her presence.

She lets out a happy little sigh at those meandering kisses.

"I have suspected as much."

"I am a talented liar and actor...but I'm not lying or acting with you." Still murmured against her skin, in between kisses. Up to her ear, down against her pulse...

"And I can feel your emotions." She knows exactly how he feels about her.

She even knows about that love that he's not quite worked out yet.

"Indeed." Back to her mouth, tasting her, telling her without words or projecting those emotions how he felt. "Those can't lie, as much as I wish they could sometimes." Not with you though, Sweetling.

She pours the same amount of love and affection into her kisses.

"It's my little window into how you actually feel."

Too busy kissing her to reply for a few moments; when he does stop though he leans his forehead against hers. "It also means others cannot lie to you as well. Have you noticed that yet?"

"I have. I don't feel them as strongly as I feel you though." She has caught a few people in a lie now, and she just ignores it.

"If you ever want to stop being a healer or doctor, you'd be very in demand with several governments I suspect."

She chuckles. "You should bring me with you next time you need to get information from someone."

"I'll think about it. Right now I'm just glad I have you all to myself. I'm possessive, if you haven't learned." Not that he was giving her much chance to reply either, considering Loki was leaning in to kiss her. One hand coming up to cup her nape, keep her there, as this kiss had more heat in it. Still trying to communicate his emotions without words.

She wants to be as involved in his business as he will let her.

That kiss is lovely and she floods the link with her desire and affection for him.

Though they may want to leave the hammock to continue.

That was exactly what he was thinking. Unfortunately leaving the hammock is harder than sliding in, especially when they're curled up with each other. Reluctantly, Loki pulls back from the kiss. Hand caressing her neck as he goes, and moves to swing long legs out of their little nest. Then offering her a hand, with a soft smile, but mischief in blue-green eyes.

No one, not even a god is graceful when getting out of a hammock. She chuckles as she takes his hand and awkwardly getting out herself. She stumbles and falls into Loki's arms.

Hammocks were not designed for grace, it was true. Laughing softly while catching her, wrapping his arms around her again. "So cliché there, my Sweetling." Teasing her, before kissing her again.

"I never said I was graceful." She chuckles. Christine is usually fairly graceful.

She is wrapped up in his arms and has no rush to leave.

Loki is equally glad to have her wrapped up, and have her arms around him. But he did still have mischief on his mind--albeit playful mischief. Which involved picking her up, while kissing her still. One more sweeping her off her feet, before reluctantly breaking the kiss and starting to walk down to the beach proper.

"If we are going to do what I think, you better have an anti-sand spell in mind." She teases. She wraps her legs around him to make it a bit easier to carry her while walking.

"Depends on what you think I have in mind for you." Loki responded, still striding purposefully along the beach. Closer to the pier in fact, and that little dock. Before making it to the end and playfully tossing her in.

She is suspicious as they make it to the dock, and then he's throwing her and she's screaming on the way into the water.

There's some splashing before she surfaces and floats on her back in the water.

"I live in the ocean now, that's your punishment."

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