whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

Considering your armor changed to match mine?There's amusement and the equivalent of a raised eyebrow. It's easy enough to pick her up, and Loki has no trouble walking them to the bedroom. Still with her wrapped around him, he moved to kneel, one leg on the bed, and broke the kiss only to speak. "I wonder if it always looked that way or if there was some influence on it."

ok, fair. there is laughter and amusement.

She's gotten used to how easily he carries her, she no longer worries at all that she is too heavy for him to lift.

"Might say that you were always destined to find yourself with a healer."

Considering that he'd been close to on par with his brother, or on par with Steve Rogers, in fighting the chitauri she shouldn't worry anymore about that. "That should probably make me worry more than it does." But it's said teasingly.

"Or the Norns were being clever."

She teases in reply, leaving a trail of kisses down his throat.

"Though matching your armor does make it look like we're sleeping together."

Which they are, a lot.

"I don't think it says that specifically so much as that we're 'together', with all that implies." Which they also are, a lot. Loki shifted to let her get more at his throat. Probably a good thing he tended to favor high collars.

"Oh, it says that" She's laughing, nipping at the little bit of skin he leaves exposed.

She's finally got enough skill in magic to be able to undo his buttons and ties without using her hands.

"Oh well. I knew it'd come out eventually." Nuzzling her as he could, one hand moving to stroke up and down her back as they settled together on the bed properly. His other hand was carefully finding the hemline of her shirt to sneak under, to brush the skin of her hip.

"Come back to New Asgard first. Before we go to London." Murmured against her hair. "You're already considered part of us in many ways."

"We do spend an awful lot of time together." People seemed to be growing more accepting of their pairing, or at least they didn't constantly ask Christine if she was okay in hushed tones.

She's pulling apart his undone armor, eager to find more skin to kiss.

"Of course." She wants to go see the Asgardians anyway.

"Good." Smug satisfaction in the tone, trailing kisses to her ear. "I prefer your company to other people's anyways." A pause, and a smile. "And not just because of our physical chemistry either." She was calming and soothing to him. She simply made him happy, just by being.

Was that what love was?

In any case, they were a bit of a tangle of arms and hands, helping each other disrobe. Kissing what skin they could, teasing each other, pent up passion finally being given free reign.

"The physical chemistry is just a plus." It's a very good plus. She loved being around him, he was witty and brilliant. He never stopped surprising her.

It's amazing how pent up they can be after only a few days, but it had been a busy and stressful few days. Right now she needed to have every inch of his skin available for kissing while she touched him.

It was a plus, and he seemed to feel the same way. Currently one hand was at her hip and moving lower, while his mouth was occupied raining kisses against her collarbone and shoulder. "Please tell me you're not getting up early?" Said in between kisses, against her skin.

"No, I'm letting myself sleep in." She has earned a lazy morning.

She arches into his touch and leaves little love bites along his shoulder.

"Perfect. You'll need to." Promising, as he spoke, mouth moving lower. One hand was keeping his weight off her even though they were wrapped around each other. Clever fingers moved along her thigh and hip, tracing her belly gently. While he focused on teasing her breasts and skin with mouth and tongue. All fire and passion and demand, wanting to drive her crazy.

"Are you going to keep me up late, my love?" She chuckles.

She wants to be up late, burning with desire for him. It won't take much to drive her wild, Loki is the best lover she's ever had, especially with the deph of their bond.

adore you

His being a good lover was tied to his own ego and pride, it just had benefits for the other person. Enlightened self-interest...although with her, again, there was....something else there. She'd left him waiting before, wanting--and his annoyance had vanished swiftly with her for doing so. Their bond only enhanced the physical chemistry between them, and Loki still found it appropriate that he'd discovered what a treasure she was.

"You'll either be up very late, or very early, Sweetling." Promising, hands and mouth moving lower, teasing her still. Seeking her center, leg resting over his shoulder and held there.

She'd like to believe at this point, her pleasure is no longer just about his ego.

"I think I'll be ok with that." Especially as he moves to bring that silver tongue to her center.

She was special; even if he was still sorting out all the ways she was, Loki could recognize that fact. There might always be part of it that was about ego, but he also honestly did enjoy making her shatter and bringing her pleasure. Driving her to heights, then holding her while she fell.

Which was clearly his goal right then; teasing her, tasting her, bringing her up as high as he could, but not quite letting her fall just yet. One hand at her hip, thumb stroking the skin, while the other held her leg where it rested over his shoulder.

She let's him feel her emotions with her, and gives him the view she has right now; her hand in his hair and his face between her thighs.

She's able to use a little magic to make it feel like she's touching him, hands on his back, and grabbing his ass.

She could likely feel the little groaning-growl in response. Sending her the image in turn of how she looked, along with how he felt, how he wanted her, how she felt beneath his tongue and fingers. I plan to try and leave us both speechless, Sweetling.

That growl is sexy. She lets the magic slip under him, buzzing along his length.

you generally leave me speechless and weak in the knees.

She let's him feel her possesive streak, and her love.

A gasp, and a clear shudder along his body. With all you've learned and are learning, Sweetling, I look forward to you doing the same to me. That possessive streak is mirrored and sent back to her, as is a desire for her contentment and happiness.

I'm still waiting to make you beg.

She's growing more confident that eventually she would be able to. Right now though she is lost in her pleasure and making sure he can feel some of what he's doing to her.

I'm sure I'll enjoy you trying. With laughter sparkling along their link, and finally he teased her to the heights, then helped push her over. Catching her as she fell, shifting his body up along her own. Hooking her leg around his hip now, and entering her swiftly.

Leaning his forehead against hers, letting her feel what he was feeling. "We're not going to be getting any sleep tonight, Sweetling."

She arches against the bed when he enters her, a little gasp on her lips.

She pulls his mind past the layers of her shields, allowing him to feel her emotions and sensations unencumbered by the layers of protection she normally wears.

It brings a gasp of his own, hips arching involuntarily against her. Seeking out her mouth for a fierce kiss, hand finding hers and twining their fingers. Wrapping around her as much as he could and shielding her, mentally and physically. I have you Sweetling, let's fall together.

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