whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

It is very much her heart that is her most attractive feature. To have such kindness and light even doing the work she does takes a special kind of person.

when I look at you I see the shimmer of your magic around you.

Is that how you see me... Overtones of curiosity and appreciation in his mental voice. Sweetling, are we to continue to dance, move to the bed, or return to our books?

She sends him an image, him peacefully reading, a faint shimmer of magic hums around him.

Let's go to bed.

The image makes him smile in the kiss, and there's a feeling of appreciation and amusement against her mind. Despite their clothing being illusions, Loki took the time to sweep her off her feet in a proper bridal carry. Still nuzzling her as best he could, as he carried her to bed.

She's gotten used to him sweeping her off her feet, it doesn't shock her anymore. Instead she peppers kisses across his throat while he brings her to the bed.

As he'd said, he did enjoy playing gallant lover with her. Shifting with one knee on the bed, to lay her down in the center. Leaning over her and kissing the side of her face and hair, while she went after his throat. One arm supporting his weight, while the other went around her once more.

hello, my love

Where she's concerned he actually is a gallant lover quite romantic and kind. He treats her like she actually is a princess.

"Hello, my Sweetling." Loki murmured aloud, smiling and moving to kiss her softly, quick but sweet. "It is somewhat a shame I won't really be unwrapping you from this gown, lovely though you are in it."

"I'm sure you will get your chance after whatever fancy event we attend next."

And she will get to help him out of his armor, which is something she very much enjoys.

"You'll likely get the same chance, and enjoy it as well." Said knowingly, blinking slowly and leaning his forehead against hers. Letting magic wash over her as he dismissed the illusion.

She let's her illusion over him wash away as well.

"I think I see you naked more than I see you clothed. Not that I'm complaining."

A low chuckle, and he kissed her forehead. "Certainly on this trip you do." As a habit and rule, Loki was rarely unclothed. He still favored long sleeves and fairly covered up looks too. It wasn't 'armor' in the traditional sense, but it also was in the sense that he'd kept himself closed off from most everyone. Kept to himself, was private--it was a way of signaling that. Around her, he was often at his least covered even when he wasn't naked.

Having seen his closet she knows he's generally wearing much more than when they're alone. She's similar in a way, her scrubs were her own kind of armor, signaling her as a healer to anyone that sees her.

"I'm curious," She's questioned herself and decided she wants to try, "about having you in your female form."

Its part her curious nature, part that she wants to know all the facets of Loki.

Loki tilted his head, and gave her a slow smile. A shimmer of green-gold magic, and Loki's form had changed. Still tall, and curvy, angles of her face only slightly softer--to be more feminine. Those same blue-green eyes though, staring at Christine as if she were all that mattered.

"Entirely do-able, my Sweetling."

"I can't promise I'll be any good at this." Christine chuckles. She had dabbled with women a few times, but mostly just kisses and a bit of touching.

Loki's skin is just as soft though Christine's fingers are running over a decidedly more curvaceous waist.

"Still my Loki, but with really excellent tits." This is the first time she's seen Loki's female form naked.

"Thank you." Loki said, tilting her head. "And Sweetling, you will be fine. You're so giving." Loki leaned in to kiss her. Reassuring and sweet and loving. Brushing her mind against Christine's in encouragement. It always starts with just touching, my Christine.

The eyes and magic are the same even if the face had changed. Christine finds herself just as attracted to Loki as when she's male. It's about the person.

Christine kisses her back, lips soft and a bit fuller, a hand skims from that curvy waist up to cup one breast, massaging it in the same way Christine herself likes to be touched.

Loki sighed into the kiss, clearly enjoying the touch. Savoring her and the contact. Only breaking it to move to start kissing along her throat. Murmuring encouragement.

"So pretty" She kisses a line down from Loki's throat down between her breasts.

Christine just mirrors what she likes done to her when she kisses Loki's nipples one at a time.

"Thank you." Loki sighed out, letting Christine do what she wished. Soft brushes and touches against her mind. "For now, I think I shall be your toy."

"My toy." Christine grins, continuing to lavish kisses to Loki's breasts while her hand creeps between the other woman's legs to just barely tease.

Loki had shifted so she leaned on both her elbows, keeping her above Christine somewhat. The better for her lover to reach her breasts, or whatever she might want. It meant Loki could do little in response, and was open to whatever Christine wanted to do to her.

"Your toy." She confirmed as the others fingers teased, voice still lower, but feminine, and all but purred out. "Going to see if you can make me beg, again?"

"It's been a long time since I've been between a woman's thighs."

She kisses Loki's stomach and let's her fingers dance along Loki's center, her fingers circling the sensitive nub.

"If you want to, Sweetling." Loki's voice was slightly breathless. "Although you might be able to make me beg with just your fingers. Maybe." A playful challenge. One Christine knew that her lover was already capable of doing.

"I am well-versed in anatomy." Christine mutters against skin as she slips a finger inside Loki, curling it upward in a practiced motion.

Christine watches Loki for her reactions, to gauge exactly how she likes to be touched in this form.

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