whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

It was rather amazing, and yet another unconscious sign that he was changing--that it was actually the first time she'd done this to him. He hadn't pushed or asked, or even so much as hinted; preferring her to decide on her own. The experience wasn't anything new--but the person giving it...

She was very new, and very much wanted. Blue-green eyes were slits as they watched her, one hand stroking softly through her hair while the other kept the water from affecting her. Soft gasps and groans met her efforts. That wave of desire was returned, shared, showing her in turn how she appeared to him. In full control of her actions, powerful and graceful, shining and his.

She had wanted to a few times before but he had been so focused on her pleasure that she hadn't got the chance.

Right now she was enjoying this, the power she had over him, she could bend him to her will with one little flick of the tongue and that felt powerful.

There was always power lovers had over each other when they focused like this on pleasing their partner. Besides the obvious, Loki was glad in other ways to see Christine be bolder. And as much as it mattered that she was now the one giving him such pleasure, he wasn't so far gone with it that he couldn't think still. Even as she built up his arousal higher.

Christine put quite a lot of passion into it, her fingers digging into his hip to hold him.

beg for me. it's something she still hasn't gotten him to do.

Make me. It was an automatic challenge back, but there was a hint of playfulness to it. She probably could now...

She hums along his length as she takes him as deep into her mouth as she can. She's had a few tricks up her sleeve it seems.

That brought a low moan and his eyes closed. His fingers tangled in her hair more. She very likely could make him beg from this alone, were he not as experienced as he was.

I'm not above ass play to get what I want, my love.

She figures he's hedonistic enough to not be put off by the suggestion of anal.

He's been with men before--as either gender. So no it definitely is not. My challenge still stands, my Sweetling. But there are definite overtones of pleasure and curiosity in his mental voice.

She does have the ability to cheat a bit, she sends sensations over their link, full out, no holding back.

Every bit of her love and devotion, mixed with the heavy passion and need she has for him. She adds the way she sounds when she moans his name as she comes.

"Cheater!" It's grit out, low-voiced and not at all unhappy. She's had him right on the edge, but the sending of targeted sensations...

...Please, Sweetling. My Christine...

shatter for me, my love

It is every bit as sexy as she imagined, his voice in her mind begging her, finally.

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It was done in a way he could not lie to her.

Blue-green eyes slit to watch her, hand shifting to keep her in place gently. His hips spasmed and he twitched with his release. Letting out a low groan of pleasure, breathless.

She savors all of his noises.

He tastes a bit different from a human, a bit sweeter. It's a funny little moment to be reminded that he's not human.

He might get a little hint of her surprise as she swallows.

There is faint curiosity projected back, considering the strength of what she projected in turn. Mostly though Loki just felt blissfully relaxed. His energy went to staying upright, and breathing more slowly. She was every bit as careful and deliberate as if she'd been treating a wound.

"My Christine." A bit breathless, but with so much affection and wonder.

different from a human there is a little bit of mental amusement with that. She leaves kisses up the center of his stomach to his chest and back to his lips.

"Hello." She smiles against his mouth.

He smiles as well, and just kisses her again. Hands moving to cradle her face and keep her there. Heedless of the water raining down on them from the shower. Loki projected this time, while speaking in her mind. Pride in her, for her. Hello. Give me a few minutes, and we can continue if you'd like.

In the bed though, I'm turning into a prune.

She rests her forehead to his, all affection and fondness.

You don't look like it. You look beautiful

But the bed would be easier and more comfortable. Breathing with her, savoring the affection and care. One hand moved from where he held her face gently to turn off the water of the shower. Both were definitely clean now...

A wash of his magic over them, and they were dry once more. Blue-green eyes watching her like she was all that mattered.

The way he looks at her makes her heart flutter, he looks at her like she is everything. The way she looks at him in the same way.

She takes his hand to lead him into the bedroom.

It was new for him to look at someone that way; or if not completely new---it had been centuries. Loki wasn't sure if he'd ever looked at someone that way before, honestly.

He twined their fingers, walking with her easily. Pulling back the covers, and moving to sit. Sliding his arm around her waist and hip, while looking up at her. "Are we partners this time, or is one of us to be in charge?" He was good with any of those options, so long as it was with her.

It was rather new for her. While she had been in love before this was at a different level.

She sits with him, her head moving to his shoulder to rest, an arm around his waist.

"Partners, I think."

Still holding her, and encouraging her to move with him, Loki moved to laze on the bed, head on pillows. Curling her close, with the arm not holding her tracing aimless patterns along her skin. "You should feel proud of yourself. Even if it's cheating." Not that Loki minded, or hadn't cheated before himself.

"If anyone should be proud of me for cheating to get what I want..." she laughs softly, happy to be resting and curled up with him.

"My agent of chaos." It's said with a sweet little kiss.

That sweet little kiss is very much returned, as his fingers move to thread through her hair. Savoring her, and in no hurry to end it. Soft little kisses, eventually moving over her face and along her neck. Between them now was a slower build, full of loving touches. Each was well familiar with how to make the other sigh, and how to bring the other pleasure. As partners this time, with no loss of heat and passion between them.

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