whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

whose_son_am_i

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drpalmer

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From:

drpalmer

She appreciates that he never makes her wait long. He drives into her and she groans. Her link to him is open and full of desire and affection.

From:

whose_son_am_i

His own shields are still up and controlled, but he deliberately caresses her mind with his own. Want *more* Sweetling? It was easier to speak mind to mind while their bodies were busy. Setting that full pace while kissing and nuzzling her face and throat, praising her in her ear.

From:

drpalmer

Always.

It is very convenient to not need speak, especially when she's busy nipping and kissing every bit of skin she can reach.

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whose_son_am_i

The easiest way to conceptualize it was as a mental hand, reaching out for her. Drawing her past that outer layer of his shields. In the physical world he was busy at her throat, leaving bruising kisses of his own against her neck, ear, and cheek. In the mental world---now she could feel. How good and wanted and needed this was for him, raw desire and passion and fierce-protective-possessiveness and that still unrecognized current of love. That she was with him, wanted him, that they shared things between them, that she existed.

From:

drpalmer

It was almost overwhelming to have everything at once mixed with the physical. She feels his love and she returns it in kind. Love and overwhelming desire.

There is no one else she could even imagine being so close to.

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whose_son_am_i

Loki had never been this close to anyone mentally or emotionally--not willingly. But Christine...was special. So very very special and cared for and loved, even if he was only starting to realize and recognize it in himself.

Still, she had wanted a more dominant Loki, and this was part of that. Overwhelming her, cradling her, taking her to the height of pleasure. Letting her feel.

From:

drpalmer

He was overwhelming her, she could only just tell where she ended and he begain.

She's trembling in his arms so close to crashing over the edge with him.

From:

whose_son_am_i

"Easy, Christine. I have you." Whispered against her ear with a gentle kiss. Very carefully, Loki took her mental hand again. Helping her find once more where she ended, where she existed. Still welcome and within his outermost shield, but cradling her. Aiding her.

"Together, my Sweetling."

From:

drpalmer

It's so very intense, but he's right there to protect her, to hold her.

That's all it takes for her to cry out, cluching hold of him as she breaks.

From:

whose_son_am_i

His mouth is pressed against the skin by her ear, murmuring her name as he falls with her. Holding her tightly while his body spasms with her trembling around him. Sharing the emotions, but no longer overwhelming her hopefully. Making sure she knows exactly how he feels, and how much they belong to each other.

Eventually he's able to speak. "Next round...will be gentler."

From:

drpalmer

She's pretty sure her knees would give out if she tried to stand right now.

"I like both. The gentle and the overwhelming." It feels appropriate, for all of his layers to be played out in their intimacy as well.

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whose_son_am_i

Purposefully projecting warm-affection with that statement, along with seeking her mouth out to kiss her. Gentler, loving, there wasn't so much need in it now, but it was still intimate. This is the danger of telepathy--one person can easily overwhelm another, even without emotions being involved. It was a very good thing in many ways Loki was NOT an empath, or had Empathy as a gift.

From:

drpalmer

It feels so good though, getting lost in you.

It's when she gets to feel his love and let it wash over her. It would likely be too much if they were both Empathic though.

From:

whose_son_am_i

I don't want to *lose you* though. There's that possessiveness and protectiveness again. Along with a fear underneath that drives him that he will lose her, and the pain that will cause.

From:

drpalmer

You won't lose me. Not any time soon.

It's her turn to send mental caresses and comforts. She has no intention of going anywhere for as long as she possibly can.

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whose_son_am_i

His kiss turned deeper, lingering, tasting--but without that desperate need and passion. "Very much mine, as I am very much yours." Spoken against her mouth. Mentally, guiding her back to herself--outside of the outermost later of his shields. At some point they'd shifted, and he was kneeling on the floor of the bathroom with her still wrapped around him. The hand that had been bracing them came up to stroke her skin lovingly.

From:

drpalmer

"So completely yours." She takes that gentle step back and out of his shields, but only just; their minds still brushing gently against one another.

Hearing him say he's hers always makes her heart flutter a little in her chest.

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whose_son_am_i

"My Christine." Finally pulling back just enough to speak, and look at her properly. Although their foreheads still touched, and he still held her and they were still joined so intimately. "Do you think you can stand?" It's an honest question, and he's perfectly happy if she can't.

From:

drpalmer

"My Loki." She caresses his face with a little smile.

"I think so." She doesn't feel quite as wobbly, she might need a hand. The positioning is a bit awkward to get untangled from.

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whose_son_am_i

He turns enough to kiss her palm and lean into the touch. "Yours." He agrees with an affectionate and slow blink.

It is an awkward position, but he nods. Carefully, especially since she's still wrapped around him, he gets to his feet. Then offering her a hand and whatever support she needed. Once they were untangled (even if it was reluctant and necessary), Loki finished disrobing fully. Taking her hand once more, and leading the way into the shower.

From:

drpalmer

It was a bit awkward to get untangled, but she's able to stand.

They head into the shower proper. The water will feel very good.

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whose_son_am_i

Much like the one in his rooms, the showers at this resort were designed to mimic-rainfall. The tile was faux-stone, and there was a raised portion against one wall so someone could sit or put things on it. Turning it on to a warm-hot, Loki pulled her close once more and smoothed her hair back. "Better?"

From:

drpalmer

She sighs as the water runs over her, and nods.

"Better." She drapes her arms around him, she is in no rush to actually get clean.

From:

whose_son_am_i

He's not either, but only because he's conjuring a wash-cloth, and moving to clean her. One hand at her waist and hip, keeping her close, while the other moves the cloth over her skin softly. Just focusing on loving touch, and soft kisses and nuzzling while the water poured over them.