whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

There is a little scream as she's hoisted up.

"I'm not even drunk!" Sometimes it's a bit unfair that he's so strong.

"So?" Completely blasé. "You said to show you, so I'm showing you." Steady--footed too, striding up the path and into their temporary home. Not stopping until they were in the bathroom either. Only then was she let down, and Loki moved to trap her against the wall. Once more that kiss was fierce and full of passion and fire. Deep and tasting and promising want and need.

Being thrown over his shoulder is not her favorite thing, but the promise of aggressive Loki is absolutely worth it.

They would alternate control sometimes, and sometimes they'd be equals.

The moment she is pinned to the wall there is a rush of arousal that she can't stop from projecting.

Thought so.Smug satisfaction in his mental voice, overlaying his own arousal. Still kissing her, nipping at her mouth, their tongues dancing. Clever fingers are moving to the hem of her shirt, already tugging clothing away from skin.

that's cheating she doesn't mind it one bit. The only thing on her mind is helping him get her out of her clothes.

"How did I cheat, Sweetling?" Said in between kisses, against her mouth. Low and challenging, and her shirt is soon tossed wherever.

"Maybe I need to project less. Give you some challenge."

His voice when it gets low like that sends a shiver straight through her.

"Your projection was only confirmation, Sweetling." One more kiss, his teeth scraping her bottom lip as he pulled away. Only to go straight for her throat and cheek and ear. Deep kisses, bruising kisses while clever fingers went to her waist. She was still too dressed.

She's already gasping when he's dragging teeth on skin, and her noises grow as he progresses to her throat.

Her hands try to work on his clothes, she needs more skin.

They were simple, much like her own, and he parted from her only to get his own shirt off with her help. It was likewise tossed wherever without a care. Trailing back to her mouth, one arm wrapped around her waist. Lifting her enough that he could start pulling her slacks off, taking underwear with it by means of a hooked finger.

"Loki" she groans against his lips when her skin finally touches his.

He lights a fire in her that she's never known before. He could make her beg if he wanted.

He's trailing those same bruising kisses down her body, one hand moving to her hip and holding her steady there. Once her slacks are gone, blue-green eyes look up at her. Fire, need, want and demand in them. Hooking her leg over his shoulder, and his mouth moved to her center. No preambles, just straight to worshipping her that way. And it was a form of worship. Keeping his own emotions under close-guard, shielded from her--to only convey things through touch and taste.

He has absolutely no hesitation in going for her core and pleasuring her. And by god is that sexy.

She can tell he's pulled up his shields, though at the moment, she doesn't care. Her fingers weave into his hair holding him close.

No hesitation at all, and his hands are holding her steady between the one at her hip, and the one anchoring her thigh against his shoulder. Focusing on her, and driving her higher. Swirling his tongue, letting her feel very faint hints of teeth, along with deep kisses; making love to her with his mouth alone.

He's very good at making her swear, little curses spilling from her lips as he drives her wild with his.

He's practiced at what she likes and wastes no time driving her right to the edge.

Right at the edge is what he wants. She'll feel the smirk, and the very soft little kiss as he stops. Holding her there, eyes twinkling with mischief and heat. "What do you want, Sweetling?"

There's a frustrated groan when he stops.

"I want to come." She practically whines.

"Now how will I make that happen, hmm?" Loki drawled lazily, still with his voice low. "I could keep going...or is there another way you want me, Sweetling?" Teasing her now, hand moving from around her leg to start undoing his own slacks.

"I think you ought to fuck me." She can tell that's where his mind is going as well.

"You never leave me wanting."

"Leaving you wanting would punish myself, and I've no interest in doing that." He said, with a low chuckle and wicked smile. It was quick work to slide his own slacks and underwear down before standing once more. Lifting her easily, still keeping her trapped against the wall, encouraging her legs around his waist. She could feel him, but he hadn't entered her yet. "Better?"

"Almost better" she wiggles her hips a bit, it's obvious what she wants.

"Wouldn't want you to punish yourself."

"Nor to punish you either." Leaning his forehead against hers, blue-green eyes studying her again. Enjoying teasing her... And while he could be cruel, he wouldn't with her. Only a little more teasing, before he shifts his hips with hers. Deep as he could go, seating himself within her, with a soft little growl for how good she felt.

She can imagine he wouldn't be quite so kind to other lovers.

She nips at his neck and shoulder leaving little red indents in his skin.

It would have depended on the lover--but most would've been teased more, and some would've been left temporarily wanting. As she'd learned, and he had told her no less--she was special. He tilted his head to let her have more access. One arm moved to the wall, bracing them both, while his other stayed low against her hip in support. Setting a harder pace, deep and full, with no more teasing. Wanting to drive her over the edge and keep going.

She appreciates that he never makes her wait long. He drives into her and she groans. Her link to him is open and full of desire and affection.

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