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whose_son_am_i

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drpalmer

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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?"

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drpalmer

She licks her lips and parts her legs.

"I'll behave, sir." They both know she won't. But that is part of the fun, he does love mischief.

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whose_son_am_i

"Oh I doubt that." With a wicked little chuckle. Still watching her, and shifting his position enough to be comfortable while able to still hold her and touch her. His other hand moves further down her belly to tease along her hip, then brush lower still. Just a teasing touch against her center, before moving to her thigh and stroking it.

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drpalmer

She let's out a breath she had been holding when he finally makes teasing contact with her core.

Letting Loki loom over her, looking very powerful is insanely erotic, if only because she knows how dangerous this view would be for someone else.

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whose_son_am_i

It would still be dangerous for her if he hadn't made it clear he was protective of her. But she had felt that possessiveness tied to protectiveness (and other emotions) directly. And it was near-impossible to lie via emotions.

She'd just been given that teasing contact before his touch had moved on. Stroking along her thigh, brushing just under her knees. Down one leg, back up the other, before moving to cup her center directly. "Stay silent until I tell you otherwise." Another order, with an eyebrow raised in challenge. Brushing such delicate skin with his thumb, trailing around her most intimate opening. Savoring it, before one finger entered her just as surely as he often did himself.

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drpalmer

His emotions tell her quite a lot and they really do keep her feeling safe around him.

She nods. It's a challenge that she will likely fail, given how good he is at getting reactions from her.

He didn't say anything about being mentally quiet, so there's a little gasp through their link.

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whose_son_am_i

Found the loophole hmm? All smug overtones and pleased emotions. Affection and desire and satisfaction in their link.

One hand remains holding her down still, while his other teased her. Swirling his finger slightly, before curving it slightly as he withdrew. Only to plunge back in, and repeat it. Setting a steady pace, eventually letting two fingers move to fill her.

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drpalmer

You didn't specify. And Christine will always challege and find those loopholes to keep things unpredictable.

He knows how to play her body, to tease and work her up.

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whose_son_am_i

Oh I prefer you be clever and intelligent.

Teasing and working her up is just what he had in mind. By the time they did get back to Earth, he planned to leave them both pleasured and exhausted. He'd also said nothing about her movements--all he was doing was keeping her prone while he teased and aroused her. Letting his thumb move now, seeking to overload her with sensation.

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drpalmer

She moves her hips a bit, unable to resist the temptation to move against his hand.

Christine reaches to trail a hand down his arm, she can't reach very much of him, but she can touch some.

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whose_son_am_i

Good. Loki is smiling at her, proud and pleased and fond. Studying her and how she's spread before him. Committing it to his memory. Ensuring his touches and pace is enough to tease her more, build her higher--but never quite high enough.

"I wonder which of us will break first." He mused, but didn't say she could speak either.

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drpalmer

If I'm able to break you from this, I will be very proud.

She looks properly debauched. Her hair spread out on the bed, legs splayed with his hand between them. Her skin is flushed and her breathing grows erratic every time he brings her close.

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whose_son_am_i

Someday she very well might be able to break him--especially if her Empathy is what's strongest, like he suspects. She'd be able to make anyone do what she wanted and be very dangerous.

I look forward to you trying to make *me* beg.

"You look beautiful." He praised aloud, continuing his teasing.

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drpalmer

I also want to make you beg. And to kneel.

The idea of Loki on his knees pleasuring her is really a lovely one. Especially with his fondness for trying to get people to kneel.

She squeezes his forearm, desperately holding on to what little of him she can reach.

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whose_son_am_i

Then learn how, Sweetling. It's every bit as much an order as if he'd said it out loud.

"I could do this to you for hours, I think." Said lazily, musing almost. "Would you like that? You may answer yes or no."

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drpalmer

I intend to. If she can learn to make him kneel, the average person would stand no chance against her suggestions.

"No" she groans, "you know well enough it gets frustrating to not come."

She's pushing the limits of being allowed to speak.

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whose_son_am_i

That eyebrow raises again. "Too many words, Sweetling." Loki murmured, with only a hint of displeasure. "Am I frustrating you? Again, you may answer yes or no." He hasn't stopped teasing her throughout this.

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drpalmer

"Yes." She wants to climax, she's absolutely soaking wet and her nerves are all fired up. Her hips move against his hand.

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whose_son_am_i

"Say please." Imperious, amused. She wanted rougher and more dominant, she's getting it.

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drpalmer

"Please, Loki"

She may be frustrated now, but she also knows her climax will be absolutely incredible from the way he kept bringing her right to the edge.

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whose_son_am_i

"Good." The hand holding her down shifts as he leans up and kisses her fiercely. Sealing his mouth to hers, not gentle but wanting and full of desire. Now he strokes that fire higher and keeps going. Teasing her center, curling his fingers inside her.