whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"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.

Loki hummed in pleasure and answer, back arching slightly. It had been....a while since she'd been with a lover as a woman. Christine did know how to touch, as the arousal was a slow build.

"You are so sexy." That arched back is really stunning. Christine kisses lower bringing her mouth to Loki's core, starting with a teasing swirl around a bundle of nerves.

Laughter along their mental link, with overtones of pleasure and happiness. A low groan was Christine's reward, Loki shifting her hips slightly. Seeking more of the sensation, making sure she held herself steady.

Seeing Loki from this angle was quite a turn on. Christine added a second finger, still angling to where she knew a sensitive spot would be. Her mouth works with more intention, deliberate strokes with her tongue.

While it may not have been enough to have her begging, it was still highly enjoyable. The way a women's arousal built compared to a man's. Her back arched as her hips shifted gently. Neck bared, and hair falling over her shoulder, with her hands curling into the blanket.

Christine wasn't aiming for begging. Though she would charm her fingers to vibrate to make the sensation more intense for Loki. It's cheating in the best way.

"Ch-cheating, Sweetling." Loki managed to murmur around a lower moan. Perhaps it was because it was Christine, or because Loki hadn't been in female form with a lover in a while. Everything seemed more intense though, and she was enjoying it all as a hedonist does.

Never said I'd play fair.

Her mouth is entirely too occupied with bringing Loki to the edge before inching back. Christine gets the chance to torment her in the same ways she's been tormented before. Plus it will make the climax all that more intense.

You shouldn't where I'm concerned. Loki responded, a proud smile on her face while she simply felt. Letting Christine play as she wanted, and there was almost a growl when she pulled back from that edge. Morphing into low laughter, pleased and proud. "Enjoying yourself, my Christine?"

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