Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

[whose_son_am_i]

This post will be for Meme-continuations for drpalmer

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[drpalmer]

She looks him over, obviously impressed.

"That is very regal." He looks very much like a prince.

Now of coure if anyone was going to notice this it would be Christine.

"Are the pants designed to draw the eye to your crotch?"

[whose_son_am_i]

That just brought a full amused smile. "No, Sweetling--I think only you would care about that. At least so openly."

[drpalmer]

"They're just making everything very impressive." She's laughing and also blushing all the way from her cheeks to the top of her chest.

[whose_son_am_i]

"I didn't design the outfit, but thank you." Still very regal as he gave her a little bow, with an amused smile. Before letting the illusion drop, and he was very casual once more.

[drpalmer]

"Whoever did liked you." She bridges the gap between them again to kiss him more, there's a heavy amount of need to it, it's been several months since she's been able to kiss him.

[whose_son_am_i]

That need to it both does, and does not, surprise him. Wrapping his arms around her once more, pulling her as close as can be. Slanting his head to make the kiss more full, deeper, letting her feel some of his own need.

Is dinner going to wait, Sweetling?

[drpalmer]

I think it has to.

Given the way she's tugging at his clothes, dinner will be much more patient. Christine has been all work and no play for months now.

I've only had myself for months now.

[whose_son_am_i]

It has been lonely without you. Brushing her mind softly, letting her feel that loneliness, and the joy that she was back with him. Clear emotions for her to taste and know.

She may be tugging at his clothes, but his arms move up to her shoulders, still holding her close. Letting more than just illusion magic wash over her while they kiss, changing her tee shirt and sweatpants to something more regal and dressed up herself. Then his hands are moving to her hair, and once more more than just an illusion would wash over her. Another small tiara, giving her some horns of her own.

Pulling back only enough to speak against her mouth, to let blue-green eyes open and watch her. "Show me what you've learned, Sweetling."

[drpalmer]

She can tell the difference between the illusion magic and her clothes being transfigured.

"Am I meant to do healing spells on you?" She chuckles. She does project her desire, far more directly and stronger than in the past.

[whose_son_am_i]

That brings a low groan, and he kisses her again. More fiercely this time, indulging and tasting her. I'm sure you've learned more than simply that, Sweetling. You're a witch now, or a Sorceress rather.

[drpalmer]

She pulls away for a moment to cast. His clothes disappearing from his body and ending up neatly folded nearby.

Another spell to give the sensation of her hands ghosting over her skin without her touching him. They're creative uses for some reasonably basic spells.

[whose_son_am_i]

Another groan, and his mind brushing hers. Arousal, pleasure and pride for her and in her presence. Admiration for her cleverness and quick study. ...you could likely make me kneel, now, Sweetling.

[drpalmer]

She sends back her own arousal and the image of how absolutely delicious he looks.

could I? But would you beg?

She has been a quick study, and a lot of what she's learned could be used for a bit of fun. The mirror hands turn ice cold as the run along his collarbone and down his chest.

[whose_son_am_i]

Try and make me. It's a clear challenge, letting her feel both the confidence he has in her, and also his own confidence. She'll need it, but is she capable of it yet.

Laughing softly as he moves to kiss her again, his hands coming up to cup her face. "Cold won't work on me, Sweetling. I don't feel it easily."

[drpalmer]

There is a snap of her fingers and the cold turns to heat. Not hot enough to burn, but close, it moves quicker, teasing over sensitive skin.

"No cold then."

[whose_son_am_i]

"Trying to make me burn hotter?" Teasing her, speaking against her mouth before moving to rain kisses along her jaw, her cheek, by her ear. She does manage to get a shiver or two of pleasure out of him, an occasional twitch.

[drpalmer]

"Trying to torment you." She smiles against his mouth.

She wants to drive him wild before she even touches him.

[whose_son_am_i]

"I don't know that I'd call it torment, Sweetling." She is having a noticeable effect though. Moving back to her mouth to deepen the kiss again. His hands move down as well, trailing against her shoulders and back, down to cup her ass and press her more fully against him. She had said nothing about him not touching her as well...

[drpalmer]

She's going to need to up her game. She lets the kiss linger for a moment before she summons ropes to bind his wrists behind his back. They aren't weak like her cuffs had been these are full powered energy ropes.

She takes a step away from him with a smile.

"The only bondage I like on you is mine."

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki looked amused, already analyzing the spell. "I think yours is the only version I prefer too, Sweetling." He didn't look cowed though, or at all distressed.

[drpalmer]

He had no reason to be distressed.

"I think you'll find those much stronger than the last set." They also give a bit of a shock if fought against too hard.

[whose_son_am_i]

Which Loki just found out about, as she could probably tell from the full body twitch. Taking the moment to calm himself some after that, he chuckled. "You have been learning."

[drpalmer]

"The best part though? It uses your own electrical impulses to power the shock."

That had been an idea of her own. She trails her hand slowly down his body to his hip.

"Say please?"

[whose_son_am_i]

That had him looking surprised, albeit pleased. "You are clever, my Sweetling. I wonder if I could persuade you to tie Thor up with these."

Then his interest was taken instead by her touch. "Please what, Sweetling?" Playing dumb, still challenging.

[drpalmer]

"I don't think Thor would appreciate that." She has an advantage over Loki that she doesn't with Thor. "Though he would prove a good test of their strength."

She pulls her hand back quickly and with a smile.

"Please, Christine, touch me."