whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

She laughs, "No, no, if you want to stay dressed that's fine."

Now she has that mischief on her face, her hips pressing against him.

She leans in to kiss him, lovingly but also with mirth and playful joy.

He does enjoy encouraging her mischief, even if it's a bit harder on him. Loki easily returns the kiss, trying without words to persuade her and tempt her further. Especially as the hand stroking her face moved; first to cup her neck, teasing against her pulse points with his fingers, then down along her collarbone. It finally ended up at her breasts, where he let his fingers play in all the ways she enjoyed against her skin.

She never torments him for very long, just enough to make him want her just a little more.

She dips her head back with a sigh when he traces his fingers along her skin.

A quick flick of the wrist and his clothes join hers in a pile.

When her head goes back, his goes forward to nuzzle and kiss along her neck. Deep kisses, needy, marking her a new. While still teasing her breasts and belly. Loki had learned the feel of her magic over him awhile ago, but it never ceased to amaze him. "My Sweetling-sorceress." He praised against her ear.

Just as she is familar with the feeling of his magic on her, it still has a pleasant sensation, she would recognize his magic anywhere.

"You've encouraged me to become a sorceress." She caresses his face, loving touches to his skin.

"It wasn't a complaint at all." He leans into her touches, moving to kiss her palm and fingers. His own hand moved lower along her body, down to let clever fingers play where she might want them most.

"Not from me, either. I love my magic."

She gasps when his fingers reach her core and she leans in to kiss his throat.

"And the god that encouraged me to be stronger."

It's because of him that she's a formidable force now, with his training and encouragement.

"Personally I find it quite satisfying and attractive that you're rather dangerous now." Loki murmured against her skin. Teasing her, seeking to draw more gasps and sighs. "And I'm proud of how far you've come."

He earns every little gasp and moan from her lips.

"I'm glad thats a turn on." Honestly the danger was a turn on for her when they met. Now she can at least sort of complete with him when needed.

"I do have a rather well-known tendency to look for trouble. Or create it, if I can't find any." Loki teased, still pressing kisses against her skin and nuzzling her hair. Never stopping his teasing or playing of her center.

"You can be very good trouble." She nuzzles him back, shifting her hips to encourage him.

"Need you." It's a quiet little request.

"Good trouble, hmm?" Loki teased softly. She could feel the sly smile against her skin. Letting his fingers tease further, enter her, thumb seeking her center. "Oh? Where's my confident and in control sorceress?" Playfully teasing and loving.

"Asking her Trickster for what she wants."

Christine is feeling more sentimental and romantic over powerful.

"Teamwork." She chuckles with a little sigh at his teasing.

"What good is a trickster who doesn't play tricks?" Loki murmured, nipping at her ear. One last teasing brush of her center, before his hand moved to join his other at her hip. Just holding her there with casual strength, enough that she couldn't move. Teasing her just a bit more.

It's cheating when he uses that strength on her.

"Not fair." She can't move her hips, but she does try. She could use magic to move his hands, and she is tempted.

"Whoever said I played fair?" Loki said playfully against her hair. "Besides, you love it when I'm in control." But he wanted to tease her, not frustrate her. On the next shift of her hips, he moved with her, thrusting up and in, joining them.

"You never do." He doesn't play fair. "I do"

It's sexy, when he takes the control, and he has the strength and power to do so easily.

He thrusts into her and she gasps.

Loki

He all but purred in her ear, mind reaching out to caress hers as well. Gentle brushes and wisps of mental touch playing against her shields and senses. "My Christine..." Low-voiced and possessive, holding her there in stillness again with that casual strength.

love of my life.

Her mind brushes with his, twining their affections together, swirling and carressing one another.

It is still a decidedly new and pleasant experience, to have this connection of the mind as well. Something Loki never would've thought he could enjoy--or trust. Except with her--she was proving the exception in so many ways.

My Sweetling. With his own adoration and fascination accompanying the words.

She can pick out the little string of love underlying his affection, and she holds it, wrapping herself in it.

There is quite a lot of trust that goes with their connection, she doesn't try to hide anything from him.

Eventually, they move. Shifting together in an age-old dance. Soft words and murmurs of sound amidst affectionate kisses and touches. Actions speaking louder than any words, as they worked as a team for a pace that was steady and sweet and full.

It's a dance that they are well practiced in, moving together, making satisfied noises and wrapping one another in mental affection.

It would be so easy to be lost in their own little world. And given how Loki had set up the vacation, and they had both put wards down--they could. As safe as they could've wished, the two could focus only on each other.

One hand moved, fingers seeking to twine in her hair, hold her steady as his mouth sought hers. Need in it, but a softer and sweeter one. Wanting the comfort and care of her, breathing with her.

She meets his kiss, their bodies and breaths are in unison. If she listens very carefully, even their heartbeats have synced up.

It's just the two of them and Christine feels more relaxed than she has in months.

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