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"Agreed." Loki murmured, bringing her hand up to kiss her fingers where they were twined. "Go shower, Sweetling. I'll find us a place or two in London for dinner." Before he's reluctantly letting her go, albeit teasingly with a smile and a quick pat on her ass to encourage her.

She gives a little wiggle of her butt as she heads off to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

She does make sure to mentally send him a few teasing images of the water running over her skin.

His laughter followed her, and every image sent back was returned with a deliberate caress of her mind and a promise of Later, Sweetling. Promise.

While she got clean, Loki researched places for them to go to dinner, eventually finding a nice little evening bistro that looked both cozy and elegant. It promised high-class version of working-class foods, so hearty and filling and warm.

I know, my love.

She's amused though, she likes to tease him. It's only a few moments before she is out, wrapped in a towel.

"Go take a look at what I've found, and see if you like it." Loki greeted her, already stripped to his swim-shorts again, with a towel handy. Nuzzling her cheek as he passed. "Webcam is blocked and disabled too."

"Maybe I wanted to do a little naked dance on the internet."

She gives him a little kiss as he passes.

Don't you *dare*. Mine. His mental voice had a little growl to it, and all the possessive undertones in the emotion sent.

That kiss was returned, and full of reluctant heat. But they did have plans, so onward to the shower Loki went. Not long at all before she'll hear water running then being turned off. His rinse was even quicker than hers was, before he's likewise coming back to the bedroom in only a towel.

demanding. it's amused, but also, a hint aroused. She never imagined herself as one to appreciate a bit of possessiveness from a partner.

She is seated at the computer reading one of the menus for the place he's suggested.

"This looks nice."

He had warned her very early on he was the possessive and jealous type. It would likely be worse were she not reassuring him so much. Including projecting her emotions so strongly to him.

Looking over her shoulder, he nodded. "Does it require reservations?" A quick scan of the page. "Hmm. Might be a good idea, even though they don't require them." Conjuring his cell phone, and placing a call to do just that.

She is always very reassuring, and she can't lie when she projects her feelings for him. Even when she sees Stephen now, it's as friends and not former lovers.

"Put it under my name?" Since his would draw more attention then they wanted.

A thumbs up was sent her way, and he completed the reservation. "Alright. We now have a bit of time to look around the sanctum, depending on how far away it is, from the bistro." De-conjuring his cellphone once more, Loki made sure he was dry, before expending the magic to create clothing for himself.

Christine stands to give him a once over and a little, approving nod.

"You'll fit in in London." With the scarf and long jacket.

"I have been a few times already, discreetly." Loki murmured, nodding his thanks. "Come closer and I'll see if I've found an outfit fitting your approval." Holding out his arms for her, with a little sly smile.

"You have that look. Are you about to put me in some sort of bondage outfit?"

She recognizes his mischievous smile well enough now.

"Perhaps later, now that you've raised the possibility." Loki said, still with a grin. "But no, I have a more appropriate outfit in mind for you and I truly am just hoping you'll like it. We should make for quite the well-dressed pair."

"Well, lets see it then."

There's a smile on her lips as she gives him a little space to work his, quite literal, magic.

Hands going to her hips, Loki did let her have space as he let his magic wash over her. Soon enough, she was in a dapper black and white outfit, with a golden pendant and a baby blue overcoat. Her hair had been pulled slightly back, and secured with a matching gold-disc barrette.

"I hope it meets your approval, my Christine." Now he nuzzled her cheek softly, leaving a kiss.

She feels that familar wash of his magic over her and she smiles. She looks down at herself before checking out her look in a mirror.

"Very good, my love."

"It should be warm--although right now we'll both be too warm if we're not careful." Now he slid his arms around her more in a proper hug. Still speaking against her skin, in between soft kisses.

"We should get going." She gives him a few little kisses before she steps away to cut a portal to the London sanctum.

Loki studied her, as he usually did when she made the portals. He had...managed to figure out something similar, but not quite, and only for very short distances. He was saving it for a surprise though. "Lead on, my Sweetling. Let's get a look at our potential new home."

She takes his hand to step through the portal and into the sanctum that was still being rebuilt.

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Shall we move to a new vacation thread? or Yule back in New Asgard?

new vacation one? maybe she's translated some of the apple story and wants him to read it to her?

New Vacation Thread