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whose_son_am_i

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drpalmer

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From:

drpalmer

She's accepted that she very much wants to be his. She will continue the scratches against his scalp.

She's so sensitive from her first orgasm that a second doesn't take long to reach.

From:

whose_son_am_i

She can likely feel the wicked smile against her. Before moving to taste her and just as fastidious as he had been with his hand. Lightly teasing now, caressing her skin with his mouth. Thumbs brushing her hips where he held her steady.

Only when he's satisfied that she is truly boneless, does he move again. Trailing kisses up against her skin, to rest on his elbows above her. "Need a break?"

From:

drpalmer

She is very boneless. She wouldn't be able to get out of bed at the moment.

"Would you actually give me a break?" She's leaning up to kiss him now that she's able to again.

From:

whose_son_am_i

"Perhaps. I'm not merciless." Not with her anyways. Kissing her lazily, holding that heat back. Besides, he had ideas.

Edited Date: 2021-08-26 05:54 pm (UTC)

From:

drpalmer

"You're very sweet where I'm involved."

That kiss has slowed the pace a bit and it does give her a bit of a breather.

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whose_son_am_i

"Feel special." With a bare hint of that commanding tone he'd been using underlying affection and a casual possessiveness. Letting her rest a little bit, and while he rested above her, he kept his body from pressing against hers. Still clothed versus her bare state.

More lazy kisses with banked heat, a slower tasting and wind up and then he moved. Shifting away from her entirely, to stand by the bed. Still with that mischief and heat in blue-green eyes that watched her. Deliberately teasing. "Stay there. You may not touch." Came the order, as Loki moved to the loose overtunic he had belted on. Much as she had, he proceeded to strip out of his clothing. Never taking his eyes from her while he did.

From:

drpalmer

"I very much do." She knows how lucky she is to have that possesive affection of his.

She nods but props herself up on an elbow to watch. Her eyes following every little movement of his.

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whose_son_am_i

It's a nice little show; with the overtunic pulled off, once more his shirt laced up and he took his time unfastening it. His slacks were once more of a modern Midgardian cut and style, and he slid them and his underwear down long legs. Pleasantly semi-aroused already, he crossed his arms and considered for a moment while watching her.

Before smiling wickedly again. "You did want me to be not so gentle, Sweetling." Lower voiced, silken toned. "On your knees and turn around." There came the order.

From:

drpalmer

She does enjoy the show, it's obvious with the way her eyes trail over his body.

She sees that switch coming, the way that look comes to his eyes. And she can't resist, he doesn't need to nudge, she kneels and turns all on her own.

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whose_son_am_i

He hadn't nudged her once this entire time. There had been no need, and it would've felt like cheating to him. Studying her for a moment and the lovely curve of her neck and back. "Beautiful." He praised. Then moved to join her, pressing against her. His legs shifted just enough to nudge her own further apart while one hand moved to her hip and held her steady casually. Then he was bowing against her, his other hand coming to support him right by hers.

"Patience, Sweetling. Hold this position for me." Murmured against her ear, but with that same commanding tone. Shifting his hips, to brush his arousal deliberately against her own--teasing to bring him to full hardness. At the same time he gently nipped her ear, before moving to kiss along her throat. He'd leave marks, this time.

From:

drpalmer

She presses back to him as he is against her. Christine is only a bit weak in the legs, but she knows he is able to keep her steady.

She dips her head back as he strokes himself against her. She doesn't mind the marking, she will smile in the morning when she asks him to disguse the bruises with magic.

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whose_son_am_i

He could and would keep her steady, and it didn't take long to bring him the rest of the way to full hardness. Not when she was so very ready and projecting at him unconsciously. Continuing to mark her, he moved to her shoulder. Timing it so that he was at that delicate spot where neck and shoulder joined as he shifted to seat himself in. Joining her, and not holding as he would normally--but moving straight into a deep and full pace that was only gentle enough to not break her.

From:

drpalmer

It might be good that they're so far away from other people right now because Christine is not quiet. The way she moans when he enters her is loud and uninhibited.

She likes the little sting of pain and a jolt of arousal flows though their link.

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whose_son_am_i

It is a good thing indeed although he wouldn't have cared. Well--maybe he'd have cared only because this was supposed to be secret. As it is, she can feel his amusement through their link--her moans are music to his ears. He is also not so quiet, low groans of his own and half-murmured words of praise for how good she feels, how well she's doing.

Loki had every intention of her needing a good soak and massage after this. He might even let her have them...

From:

drpalmer

If people see her throat it won't be a secret much longer.

She is going to be quite sore and will need a soak for sure.

You asked if I really wanted to be yours. She weaves her fingers between his as they rest on her hip.

From:

whose_son_am_i

There is an !? sensation along their link. Then his voice at her ear. "I remember..." Silken and low still, and all curiosity.

From:

drpalmer

Her head tilts back again to look at him.

"I'm yours." It's reckless and probably too soon, but it's not any sort of real commitment, nor is she expecting one in return.

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whose_son_am_i

"Be very certain of what you're saying, Christine." There's a bit of darkness in his voice now. "Make sure it's not simply because I'm making love to you." Not that he's going to help things much, considering he's back to nibbling and kissing along her throat.

From:

drpalmer

She let's more emotion cross the link, a myrad of them. Her affection, the possesive streak, her acceptance of all of his shades of gray. She knows exactly what she is saying.

Until you tire of me. I am yours.

From:

whose_son_am_i

Loki shifted slightly, just enough to be able to kiss her. Once more fierce and full of passion, claiming--and promising. Be mine then. Mine to protect, mine to care for. Focusing, and projecting along their link as well. Affection and care--definitely a fondness and preference for her company over others. Not simply based on their sexual chemistry although there was deep passion and want sent too. A darker-possessiveness that craved something to be his and his only. Loneliness and pain and confusion that wanted love.

He didn't plan to tire of her for quite some time.

From:

drpalmer

The level of emotion he sends in reply is nearly overwhelming. All she can do is match the intensity of his kiss while her body crashes again.

Come with me. it's an order of her own.

From:

whose_son_am_i

He very nearly did; shuddering with the command tied to the emotions she projected at him. "Not yet, Sweetling." Breathed against her mouth, and she could probably guess it was a close-call. The hand at her hip moved, down around to brush her from the front, tease her where they joined. Once more prolonging her orgasm. Willpower and pride had him holding out several moments, before he joined her in climax.

From:

drpalmer

She feels very powerful just for getting him that close. He keeps her riding her high and she's positive she's going to collapse in bed unable to move after.

stubborn. it's amused as he does finally join her.

From:

whose_son_am_i

Very. Sent back with a lazy caress of thought and smug satisfaction. He's pretty much keeping them both up as they ride the aftermath of her high and his washing over him. When they move, it's a controlled tumble to the bed.

"You most certainly need training, and will be a very quick study, Christine." Slightly breathless, whispered against her hair and skin. Pride for her and admiration.

From:

drpalmer

They tumble to the bed and she sighs, happy and very spent.

"I see how this Empathy could be very useful." She's caressing his face and cuddling up to him. "Might need you to carry me back to your rooms." She laughs, "I don't think my legs work."