Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

[whose_son_am_i]

This post will be for Meme-continuations for drpalmer

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[whose_son_am_i]

"We don't, Sweetling. And Seiðr is not an art I know." As Loki often said--he was NOT a witch. He had no more means to tell the future than anyone else. Quiet for a bit, just studying her with blue-green eyes. Seeming to stare into her soul, before kissing her softly.

I won't stop you looking, and will look myself--but I won't risk your safety or life without an extremely good reason.

[drpalmer]

She knows someone who can tell the future, or all of the potential options of the future.

I'm not willing to do it unless I'm confident it will work, I'd be the one burning to death.

[whose_son_am_i]

Good. Now the book was set aside, so his other hand could come and stroke her cheek and hair. Letting that kiss turn deeper once more. This time he wasn't projecting, but was simply trying to show her with actions, how he felt.

[drpalmer]

There was only a moment before she was climbing onto his lap to have a better angle for kissing him.

I don't want you to have to be without me.

[whose_son_am_i]

She was welcomed, and he wound his arms around her more securely. The sentiment touched him, inside--whether she'd meant to wield it as a weapon or not, she had. She made him bleed...and Loki knew, when she was gone---it would hurt.

Was love really worth it? Something that had been unconsciously turning in his mind. Tiptoed around, as he wasn't sure he could admit it to himself. He was a talented liar...especially to himself.

You really *are* too kind, my Christine.

[drpalmer]

I know you would be okay. You're incredibly strong.

She would even hope for him to find someone else now that his heart was open, of course that idea did make her a bit jealous. Maybe he would find that wife he had in the myths.

[whose_son_am_i]

It is something I try to not think about...losing you. Strong or not, her loss would hurt him. And right now especially, the last thing I want is to think about losing you.

Turning the kiss deeper, with need in it. To forget, to affirm life, to simply be with her.

[drpalmer]

She doesn't want to think about it either, they will both turn focus to the now, to their kiss.

Christine draws her fingers through his hair, keeping him close. She wasn't going to let him go without a fight, even if the ultimate battle is with her own mortality.

[whose_son_am_i]

Soon enough, the book is entirely forgotten. One hand moves lower against her hip, fingers splayed possessively. The other moves to her chin and jaw, stroking softly as he pulled away to speak. Only enough to speak. "My Sweetling." A lover's tone, and an implied question of what she wanted now.

[drpalmer]

She will work on the book more later, right now she's wrapped up in paying attention to him.

She has no intention of moving, and with a quick sweep of the hand her clothes are deposited nearby.

"Shall I do yours as well?"

[whose_son_am_i]

"I don't know that I could stop you." Loki responded, still stroking her face lovingly. "I don't think I would want to, either."

[drpalmer]

She laughs, "No, no, if you want to stay dressed that's fine."

Now she has that mischief on her face, her hips pressing against him.

She leans in to kiss him, lovingly but also with mirth and playful joy.

[whose_son_am_i]

He does enjoy encouraging her mischief, even if it's a bit harder on him. Loki easily returns the kiss, trying without words to persuade her and tempt her further. Especially as the hand stroking her face moved; first to cup her neck, teasing against her pulse points with his fingers, then down along her collarbone. It finally ended up at her breasts, where he let his fingers play in all the ways she enjoyed against her skin.

[drpalmer]

She never torments him for very long, just enough to make him want her just a little more.

She dips her head back with a sigh when he traces his fingers along her skin.

A quick flick of the wrist and his clothes join hers in a pile.

[whose_son_am_i]

When her head goes back, his goes forward to nuzzle and kiss along her neck. Deep kisses, needy, marking her a new. While still teasing her breasts and belly. Loki had learned the feel of her magic over him awhile ago, but it never ceased to amaze him. "My Sweetling-sorceress." He praised against her ear.

[drpalmer]

Just as she is familar with the feeling of his magic on her, it still has a pleasant sensation, she would recognize his magic anywhere.

"You've encouraged me to become a sorceress." She caresses his face, loving touches to his skin.

[whose_son_am_i]

"It wasn't a complaint at all." He leans into her touches, moving to kiss her palm and fingers. His own hand moved lower along her body, down to let clever fingers play where she might want them most.

[drpalmer]

"Not from me, either. I love my magic."

She gasps when his fingers reach her core and she leans in to kiss his throat.

"And the god that encouraged me to be stronger."

It's because of him that she's a formidable force now, with his training and encouragement.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Personally I find it quite satisfying and attractive that you're rather dangerous now." Loki murmured against her skin. Teasing her, seeking to draw more gasps and sighs. "And I'm proud of how far you've come."

[drpalmer]

He earns every little gasp and moan from her lips.

"I'm glad thats a turn on." Honestly the danger was a turn on for her when they met. Now she can at least sort of complete with him when needed.

[whose_son_am_i]

"I do have a rather well-known tendency to look for trouble. Or create it, if I can't find any." Loki teased, still pressing kisses against her skin and nuzzling her hair. Never stopping his teasing or playing of her center.

[drpalmer]

"You can be very good trouble." She nuzzles him back, shifting her hips to encourage him.

"Need you." It's a quiet little request.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Good trouble, hmm?" Loki teased softly. She could feel the sly smile against her skin. Letting his fingers tease further, enter her, thumb seeking her center. "Oh? Where's my confident and in control sorceress?" Playfully teasing and loving.

[drpalmer]

"Asking her Trickster for what she wants."

Christine is feeling more sentimental and romantic over powerful.

"Teamwork." She chuckles with a little sigh at his teasing.

[whose_son_am_i]

"What good is a trickster who doesn't play tricks?" Loki murmured, nipping at her ear. One last teasing brush of her center, before his hand moved to join his other at her hip. Just holding her there with casual strength, enough that she couldn't move. Teasing her just a bit more.