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whose_son_am_i

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drpalmer

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whose_son_am_i

Leading the way, Loki nuzzles her softly, before leading her further back into the ship.

The style of the Commodore is far brighter, all warm colors mixed with blue and orange prominent. But the bedroom and adjoining bathroom are indeed of a 'pleasure' variety. Unsurprisingly, the ceiling is reflective, and the bedding is luxurious. The lights can be adjusted as wanted for a variety of settings.

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drpalmer

"There's a mirror on the ceiling." She's going to lose it in a little fit of giggles for a minute.

"This was absolutely a sex ship."

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whose_son_am_i

"I did say he took inspiration from your Romans." Loki said with a dry smile. "The man was more capricious than I am, and absolutely a hedonist too." Loki had managed to worm his way into the man's good graces, but it had been dancing like dancing on a knife's edge.

"It also, will make for a good ship for more secretive endeavors. Most people will only look at what it was."

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drpalmer

She's pink in the cheeks from laughing when she turns to him.

"You and your orgy ship." She tugs him close to kiss him.

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whose_son_am_i

He's not sure whether he's amused or insulted, but the kiss will do a lot to mollify his ego. You don't want to know some of the recordings I've found. I've honestly done my best to forget them.

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drpalmer

Gross. I've never understood the allure of recording it. I'll help you picture something different when you're in here.

While she knows he's hedonistic, for some reason she doesn't imagine he goes for orgies much. Maybe just because he seems so keen on being a good lover, and that takes attention.

She leaves his lips to trail kisses down his throat.

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whose_son_am_i

Please do, my Sweetling.

Oh he'd been to a few orgies, but on the whole he did prefer his companionship one-to-one. Mostly because they then could focus on just him. And he could focus on them, and feed his ego in turn.

There's a low hum of appreciation, and he tilts his head to bare more skin to her. "I did prescribe a bath first, and you do want help with your shoulder, yes?" Not that he really wants to stop this--this is nice.

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drpalmer

Christine had never been to an orgy, she did have a threesome once, but she really prefers to not share her lovers.

There is a little drag of teeth along ths side of his neck.

"How long before people notice that we flew off to space?

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whose_son_am_i

"If it'd make you feel better, I can send a message?" Which wasn't an answer to her question. It was likely Heimdall at least had already noticed. It had been hard for him to speak, with that little drag of teeth. His eyes were closed, and hands had moved to her hips possessively.

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drpalmer

"I don't care so long as we won't be shot out of orbit."

She makes a note at how strong his response was, she has a special little catalog of memories for the things that make him tremble.

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whose_son_am_i

I doubt that'll happen without a warning of some kind. And despite this being a pleasure cruiser, there are certain things that will come through even with all other alerts turned off. That was much easier to communicate via mind than aloud. As much as he can without inhibiting her, Loki is leaning his head against her own. Nuzzling her in turn, pressing soft kisses where he can.

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drpalmer

At least we will know we're going to die. Nothing I'd rather be doing in my final moments though.

Though she's in the mood for something a little rougher than their usual, a bit of spice.

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whose_son_am_i

I don't die that easily, and I won't let you do so either. There is most definitely a fierce protective-possessiveness sent along with that thought. And perhaps she is telegraphing some emotion along with her actions, as Loki grins to himself. Then simply picks her up just enough to toss her on the bed.

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drpalmer

It's hard to keep all of her emotions in check even when she isn't actively sending them to him.

There's an absolutely wicked grin when he tosses her like she weighs nothing, it's very sexy.

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whose_son_am_i

His own smile is wicked in turn. "Oh I do like that smile on you, Sweetling. It promises mischief." Which he approved of heartily, being he was the God of it. Stalking over, climbing on the bed and moving to trace one hand over her arm and shoulder. "What are you thinking, Christine?"

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drpalmer

"That I don't want you to be gentle."

She wants to see him unlesh a bit of his power and strength. He's had her enough to be aware of her limits, she trusts him enough to not break her

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whose_son_am_i

"Oh do you?" It's said lightly, but she could already likely see the ideas forming. "Strip. I don't actually want to ruin your clothes." No mental suggestions or nudges, just a firm tone.

She might end up needing that bath and massage when this is over.

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drpalmer

Sometimes she likes being a bit on the submissive side in bed, and that tone makes her excited.

"Yes, your highness." If they're doing a power play, she may as well go all out. She shifts to quickly tug off her clothes, making sure to be a bit teasing about it.

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whose_son_am_i

Fortunately she has someone who likes to be dominant, but also could be submissive occasionally. Blue-green eyes continued to study her, enjoying that teasing playfulness. It was honestly one of the things Loki adored in their relationship. She complimented him well.

"Lovely." With admiration, reaching out to let a hand trail along her skin, trace her curves. "Hold still while I touch you." Still with that firm tone.

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drpalmer

She can already feel her arousal bubbling. They have such dynamic chemistry it's incredible.

"Yes, sir." It's quieter, she's doing her best to not arch into his touch even if she wants to.

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whose_son_am_i

Both hands move now to trail along her skin. Starting with her cheeks and jaw, down along her throat and collarbone. Pausing at her breasts to hold them in his palms, thumbs tweaking her nipples into hard peaks. Teasing her, blue-green eyes holding her own gaze.

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drpalmer

She does feel very exposed, since he's still fully dressed and taking his time trailing his hands over her.

She doesn't break that eye contact, there so much want and fondness both in the way she looks at him and spilling into their link.

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whose_son_am_i

At least he's not in the light armor he had been wearing recently. So while he was fully dressed and covered up, it was more practical garments. Hopefully she'd enjoy undressing him, as that was in his plans too.

One hand stays at her breasts, while the other begins to wander. Trailing along her arm, stroking along the pulse-point of her wrist and elbow. Down, and then back up, to move to her ribs and stomach. Light and possessive touches, caressing her skin. Moments later the hand at her breasts shifts, to push her down prone on the bed, and hold her there. "Open for me."

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drpalmer

"Open where, darling?" She was never one to not be challenging, even when she was feeling submissive she liked to be a bit bratty about it.

Just one hand can push her down so solidly, she wouldn't be able to escape if she tried.

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whose_son_am_i

It's a light push too, and more just resting his hand against her breastbone with only the barest pressure. A hint of smirk comes to his face, although he's not going to punish her for her challenge. "I think you know where, Sweetling." A slow blink, and that smirk is smug. "Unless you'd rather I leave you wanting?"