whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"My Loki." She caresses his face with a little smile.

"I think so." She doesn't feel quite as wobbly, she might need a hand. The positioning is a bit awkward to get untangled from.

He turns enough to kiss her palm and lean into the touch. "Yours." He agrees with an affectionate and slow blink.

It is an awkward position, but he nods. Carefully, especially since she's still wrapped around him, he gets to his feet. Then offering her a hand and whatever support she needed. Once they were untangled (even if it was reluctant and necessary), Loki finished disrobing fully. Taking her hand once more, and leading the way into the shower.

It was a bit awkward to get untangled, but she's able to stand.

They head into the shower proper. The water will feel very good.

Much like the one in his rooms, the showers at this resort were designed to mimic-rainfall. The tile was faux-stone, and there was a raised portion against one wall so someone could sit or put things on it. Turning it on to a warm-hot, Loki pulled her close once more and smoothed her hair back. "Better?"

She sighs as the water runs over her, and nods.

"Better." She drapes her arms around him, she is in no rush to actually get clean.

He's not either, but only because he's conjuring a wash-cloth, and moving to clean her. One hand at her waist and hip, keeping her close, while the other moves the cloth over her skin softly. Just focusing on loving touch, and soft kisses and nuzzling while the water poured over them.

He was just so damn sensual sometimes, it was amazing. She rests her forehead to his as he carefully rubs her body.

She's welcome to return the favor if she wants. It was also part of the hedonism; he wanted to indulge with his lover. Which she most definitely was, and so he was enjoying just stroking along her skin, helping her get clean. "Any requests, my Sweetling?" Was whispered against her ear, with a kiss to punctuate it.

She will conjure her own washcloth to give her a reason to gently stroke his skin.

"Not really. I've got you, and you're naked, everything is beautiful."

She didn't really need a reason, but Loki wasn't going to complain. "Maybe that's just the endorphins, Sweetling." He teased, kissing her nose playfully.

"Might be." She teases in return.

She is still coursing with endorphins, but she's also happy to be with him.

"Could be the reason for my good mood too." Loki agreed, leaning down to kiss her sweetly. Softly, just enjoying the kiss for the act of the kiss. Holding it for several heartbeats, before kissing her forehead. Then he's encouraging her to turn around, where she could still lean on him and be close, but where he could continue gently washing her.

"Just the endorphins." She nods. She kisses him, long and lingering.

And then she does turn around so he can reach more of her.

"They are very nice endorphins." Murmured against her ear, followed up by nuzzling her. "Although they don't account entirely for why I do like touching you. Which I do. Like touching you." With a soft laugh, and it should be obvious. Given that he's touching her with both the cloth and his hand, careful never to rub too hard, but be sure she's clean all the same. And you still look absolutely beautiful with water droplets running down your skin.

It is pretty obvious. She likes touching him as well, she's practically always touching him.

you look pretty good wet as well.

Touch was clearly one of the ways they expressed affection and love. Nuzzling her softly, Loki murmured sweet words in her ear while washing her. Just enjoying the moment and keeping her close and touching her. There was heat, but it was banked--there wasn't the fierce *need*, though there was still passion.

There usually was a little heat between them, always a level of want behind little touches. Sometimes it was heavy and desperate, others a bit sweeter.

"Love you." She mutters, leaning against him.

His hands rested at her hips, both the one with the cloth and the one that held nothing. Keeping her close as the water rained down on them. "You are special." He whispered against her ear. "You are wonderful." Still nuzzling her softly, while his hand without the cloth slipped lower. Teasing against the skin of her center. "Do you have any idea how you make me feel, my Christine?"

She sighs when his hand makes it better her legs.

"I can feel it." She kisses him, "it's incredible, to know in absolute detail how you feel about me."

Including his love, she knows he loves her before he does.

Loki didn't bother replying with words, just kissing her again. Letting that action speak louder, as it were. Especially as he also teased her center, slowly building her arousal. I told you, this round would be gentler.

He makes her shudder, she's still sensitive from before and those little touches are quite intense.

you did say that.

I've also mentioned before that I love watching you shatter. This accompanied wisps of thoughts and emotions that Loki allowed to leak out. Thoughts like 'you work too hard', 'you give so much', 'want you safe', 'want you blissful'... Care and worry and desire and affection and possessiveness and protectiveness and under it all--love.

It was no longer JUST about his ego, to be a good lover to her. It hadn't been for a while though he'd hidden that fact from himself. He truly wanted her contentment and happiness--and this was one way he could show her and give her that.

The wave of his thoughts make her smile, she wants the same for him. To keep him happy and safe.

She knows it's been more for him for a while now and that makes her very happy.

She trails her hands down his body to tease him back.

It's clear from how he leans into her touch that it's welcome. Just as he returns that care and affection with his own touches; both intimate at her center and more calmly along her hip and stomach. "Christine, Sweetling..." Breathed out and against her, in a lover's tone.

"Loki" she practically purrs into his ear. She teases his length but also caresses along his side. She is reverent in her touches of him.

"Let me say a little prayer to the God of Mischief"

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