whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

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.

Sometimes it was heavy need that brought them together, and sometimes it was that slow simmering desire.

They've only gotten better at driving one another crazy, even when it was slow and tender. Christine always made sure to whisper that she loved him, both mentally and out loud. Knowing how rarely anyone told him drives her to make sure he hears it from her all the time.

It never wore out it's welcome, and Loki reveled in it. Wrapped around her with mind and body, it was so easy for her to detect things he wasn't aware of yet. That he loved her, that her loving him was balm to broken and lonely soul, that their bond went deeper than he might be aware. Even with his shields, and without his knowing, he'd become impossible to hide from her.

Eventually, they re-dressed, and left the bedroom. A light lunch full of loving touches as well, and teasing and laughter. Quizzing her on runes, working with her on some Norwegian too. Before they headed out to the sailboat. It was primitive, from Loki's point of view--but it also had been many many years since he'd sailed.

It wasn't hard to figure out though, and soon they were cruising along the water.

There was something nice about his ever present hum in her mind; just the vauge feeling of him that was always with her now.

It had been some time since she had sailed, but she remembered the basics.

They got a nice breeze that carried them across the water and kept them at least somewhat cool.

"The water is gorgeous." It was turquoise and clear enough to show the reefs below.

"It is swimmable. We can tack the sails and anchor ourselves if you wanted." For a future trip, Loki planned to look into scuba diving for her. Also a visit to Australia, as it had been on her list.

"Perfect. We should anchor just outside of the reef to keep from damaging it."

She keeps watch on the water to find somewhere a bit deeper to drop anchor.

"Then you find us a spot, Sweetling." Loki would keep his eyes out too, but his attention was taken more with sailing and keeping them afloat.

"Just right there where the color gets darker." She points to a area of a deeper blue that will be safe to stop.

"Got it!" Loki followed where she was pointing, steering (as much as one could) that way. Making sure they were decently in the darker section, before he tacked the sails down and let their pace slow. Then the anchor was dropped, and just finishing securing the boat so they could enjoy some time in the water too.

The boat slows and the stay slowly rocking in the current.

Christine had been wearing a sundress over a bikini and she quickly pulls the dress over her head. She has cast a sunscreen charm on herself.

"Want me to cast on you as well? Just in case you can sunburn?"

"If you like. I admit I'd be a most miserable patient, likely." Loki said. Peeling off his own linen shirt and likewise having worn swim-shorts under his casual slacks. "And while I do like you taking care of me, I don't relish it being because I'm injured."

"Sunburns are terrible." She casts the same charm over Loki.

"The rest of our trip wouldn't be much fun if you were blistered."

And he is very pale, he could end up blistered.

He is, but he was hardier than he looked. Even if she hadn't gotten quite the crash course in Jotunn physiology, Christine had learned enough now about Asgardians to realize just how different they were, for all that they looked human. Jotunns were similar in many ways to an Asgardian.

"It has been fun, and I would like to keep it that way, Sweetling." Coming to take her hand, bringing it up to kiss.

He is very sturdy but might still be able to burn. She'd rather be safe then to be left with a grumpy, sunburned frost giant.

She pulls him close and kisses him before roughly shoving him backwards, hopefully over the edge of the boat. Revenge for him throwing her in the ocean when they arrived.

There is a moment of surprise with the shove. She'd caught him off guard enough that he goes over and lands in the water with a splash. Surfacing a moment later, brushing his hair out of his eyes, he swims backwards a bit. "Going to join me, or just lord over me from the boat?"

She going to savor it for a moment before jumping in herself.

When she surfaces near him she's laughing.

"Now I go for revenge, I guess."

That makes him laugh as well, and swim closer. "I think you were warned, repeatedly, about my being a bad influence?"

"By so many people." She laughs, swimming to meet him.

"Glad I ignored their warnings though."

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