whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

The dagger is vanished just as easily, and that hand moves to brush her cheek. "Try me." Before he's moving to trail along her throat with his fingers. Down along her collarbone, the center of her breasts, along her stomach and hips, and down one leg. It means he needs to move, but there's magic in the touch.

True-magic invoked beyond just basic illusion, changing her outfit entirely. There's jewels on her wrist and at her throat, a deep emerald green gown flowing over her body, and heels in black and gold with a faint feathery design. Sitting on the bed not far, with a smug grin, Loki waits for her reaction.

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She's very much enjoying that trail of his hand and the slight tingle of magic it leaves behind. But too quickly he's gone, and she's dressed again.

She looks down at the gown, at the shoes, touches the jewels at her throat.

"You might have better taste in dresses than expected."

She sits up feeling the way the fabric skims her skin.

"It is a gown I would not mar by removing you from it quickly." Loki confirmed, reaching for her hand and once more kissing it. "Although right now, I'd rather you were in nothing--you do look beautiful." He was honestly pleased and surprised by how well the deep green and gold worked with her coloring.

She looked like a proper princess. ~~Now where had that thought come from, he wondered.~~

"Are you going to need to remove it slowly then? Or did you change your mind about being in my bed?"

She has a similarly pale complexion so it isn't a surprise that the emeralds he favors would look good on her as well.

Christine finds she likes the idea of slowing down a hint, just in case he leaves tomorrow and never returns. She will have a perfect night to hold close.

"I certainly won't be cutting it off of you." No mind-changing here, as Loki moved to come kneel by her. Moving to find the fastenings in back--tiny buttons that clever fingers made quick work of. Her turn as well, as he leaned in to kiss along her throat and neck.

Whispering in her ear "Sjelen din skinner som en stjerne." Voice low, but he was not lying.

She does hate not knowing what he's saying, but it sounds complimentary. She tilts her head to give him more of her neck to kiss.

"Loki" she sighs, it almost sounds a bit like worship. Surely a god would appreciate that.

Carefully, the bodice is unfastened enough that she can pull her arms free, that it it can slip down her hips if she moves right. Which he is more than happy to help her do. "Say it again." No nudges or suggestions, just a whisper against her skin, before kissing her pulse-point. A soft demand, but not a true order.

She slips her arms out and shifts so the dress can slip down her hips as well.

Her arms wrap around him, smoothing over cool skin.

"Loki." She whispers without hesitation.

Moving with her, one arm wrapping around her and holding her closer. Skin-to-skin, while the other hand helped pull the dress off of her more fully. Then tossed it somewhere in the room.

"Again." Nipping her pulse-point on her neck. Free hand now moving to trace up along her arm and skin, along her side, exploring bared flesh.

"Loki" it's more of a gasp that goes along with that little nip.

She's tracing down to the waistband of his pants, touching along his hip. He's cool when he presses against and she rather likes the sensation.

More like a slightly cooler human, but nothing that would mark him as too different. There's no more demands, as Loki focuses instead on shifting slightly down her body. Mouth against her collarbone, bearing them back down to the bed gently, one arm around her still to keep her close. His free hand trails along her hip and thigh, before back up to tease along her ribs.

As a doctor who touches people all day, the temperature difference is probably more noticeable.

She practically shivers as his hand trails down her body. She wraps a leg around his hip, drawing him closer to the pooling heat at her core.

"You do look very nice without a shirt on." As a way of admitting what he already knew about her checking him out earlier.

"I doubt you want me only shirtless, Sweetling." Murmured against her skin, lips skimming the top of her breasts. When she wraps her leg around him he shifts as well, moving to settle against her. Free-hand having played along her ribs enough, fingers move to start caressing the skin of her breast. Teasing, testing, searching out reactions with mouth and fingers.

"No, but I thought I'd compliment the view."

Her nipples draw into peaks as his fingers near, the light touch almost bordering on being ticklish. She had initially expected this to be almost frenzied, getting down to business as quick as possible, but the pace to a slower turn and she's able to savor every bit of it.

While not frenzied, there was no less heat. Loki didn't respond with words, just a noise of assent. Busy exploring her skin with his mouth and fingers. Affectionate, seeking out what drew out more of those pleased little sighs, gasps, and whines. Shifting his body slightly, hips pressing into her own. Being sure she knew he was interested.

That press of hips will earn him a little moan, it is satisfying to feel that he's responding just as strongly as she is.

Her hips press up against his, desperate for a bit of friction and to hopefully hear him moan.

No moans, but there is more laughter. Deep in his chest, lips still playing against her breasts. With the press of her hips though, he'll shift more strongly into her. I haven't driven you mindless yet, Sweetling.

She actually whimpers about being denied what she wants. She fists a hand into his hair to give a bit of a tug.

"Kiss me." It's her turn to give an order.

A clear sense of amusement wrapped around her mind, before there's a question. Where? Indulgent and lazy overtones carrying along with the suggestion, the nudge. Despite it being a question, it's still an order.

Pulling his mouth away from her skin just enough, letting his breath tease her, Loki waited for her answer.

Oh she is very tempted to push that smug face between her thighs.

"Lips" she mutters and tugs his face towards hers. Kissing him is intoxicating and she has no intention to stop.

He moves with the tug, seeking out her mouth again. Nothing gentle about the kiss either, it's all heat and fire as his lips play over hers. Tasting her like she was air he needed to breathe. Touch me... Still indulgent, but less lazy in the overtone. A more clear demand, although there was no accompanying nudge.

Where? the question is returned to him, even as her hand leaves his hair to slide down his side, careful as she skims over his wound.

They are long past gentle kisses, she is just as needy, almost battling with him to taste.

Again, that surprise!, and some accompanying emotions along with it. Curiosity, lust, the barest hint of worry, a cautious sort of happiness. Loki hadn't expected this to turn into a magic lesson too... Where I need you.

Which should be enough to figure out, especially since his hand is tracing her skin again. Moving lower, trailing the waistband of her underwear, before slipping under confidently. Moving to brush fingers and thumb against her center.

Perhaps it's the intimacy itself that lends to the ease at which she's picking up a bit more magic.

There is a little smirk against his lips as she slips her hand into his pants.

The smirk isn't long lasting as it makes way for a moan when his fingers finally make contact with her core.

It's certainly more intimate in magic than Loki had ever been before. He could influence people, by suggesting and nudging them, or have them relive memories via his illusions. The sort of communication they were doing now though... If he wasn't aware of how strong his will and his shields were, he'd have worried more.

It's a drawn out sigh against her mouth, pleased as she moves to touch him. "That little smirk is very attractive on you, Sweetling." Low-voiced, clearly enjoying; if she'd doubted his interest before, she wouldn't now. Not with him swelling in her hand.

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