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whose_son_am_i

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drpalmer

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From:

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.

From:

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.

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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."

Edited Date: 2021-09-02 03:55 pm (UTC)

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

drpalmer

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

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

From:

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...

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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?"

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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.

From:

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."

From:

whose_son_am_i

He likely would be willing to help you test them. Just don't play with him as you do with me. I'd be very upset." Loki was quiet, considering for a moment when she pulled back. Before he nodded in acquiescence. "Please, my Christine. Touch me."

From:

drpalmer

"Don't make his clothes disappear?" She asks as if she's pondering it.

Her hand trails further, and she adds a bit of tingle to her fingertips as she strokes his length.

From:

whose_son_am_i

His laughter trails off in a gasp, eyes closing as she touches him. Smiling slowly, and it's very clear he's enjoying her touch. "The very last person I want to think about unclothed at this moment is my brother, Christine."

From:

drpalmer

"I'm only thinking of you." She dips in to press kisses to his throat.

She pushes desire and arousal through the link, letting him feel her in multiple ways.

From:

whose_son_am_i

She can probably feel the low pleased hum as well as hear it, with her actions. Leaning into her touches and kiss, and his heartbeat has sped up. Breathing as well. "I can play that game too, Christine. Shall I test how strong your shields are?"

From:

drpalmer

She usually leaves a gap in her shield that's specifically for Loki, but she pulls up her shields and tightens them.

"Be my guest."

From:

whose_son_am_i

He doesn't hesitate; focusing on how good her touch feels, how much he wants her. She is his, and she is beautiful and clever. Painted in starlight that shines in the darkness. Arousal and raw desire and passion, the sensation of her shattering and holding him tight with her body. It brings out a gasp from him, but he just focuses on sending that too.

All the raw want and desire for her, whether she be gentle or not. Adoration at how she can play and be wicked, yet remains so kind.

Loki would not recognize it, but Christine might be able to detect a thread of love running underneath it all. His to protect, to care for....to love.

From:

drpalmer

Her shield is strong enough to dull the intensity a bit but she feels everything.

She has to hold on to his shoulder, letting the wave of his emotions crash over her. She feels it, a tiny wisp of love and it makes her break his bonds immediately. As much as she wants to play with him, right now she can't.

"Loki."

From:

whose_son_am_i

1 second to realize he was free, before he was scooping her up in his arms, mouth finding hers in a fierce kiss. Quick strides towards the bed, before he's laying them both down. Still kissing her, but now moving to her throat. Clever fingers are moving to find skin under her clothing. Seeking to tease her, arouse her as much as he is.

From:

drpalmer

She's wrapping her legs around him and being carried to the bed.

She sends her love back to him, letting him swim in the sensation of her love.

From:

whose_son_am_i

He wouldn't recognize it in himself, had no idea it even existed. (He was still unsure if he even was capable of it, considering all he'd been through.) But he could recognize hers. Could recognize her giving him that gift. It was almost overwhelming, and he gasped, then breathed against her skin. "You're wearing too many clothes, Christine..." For a moment, he regretted transfiguring her garments. As much as he wanted them off, he also had no intention of ripping them.