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whose_son_am_i

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drpalmer

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From:

drpalmer

That fire is burning, she feels desire run down her spine when he kisses her.

She tips her head down to kiss a trail along his throat. She is in so much danger with this man.

From:

whose_son_am_i

A sign of trust, baring his neck more for her. Sighing against her hair, hand moving from her shoulder. To cup her head softly, fingers tangling in her hair. This was water to a man dying of thirst...

From:

drpalmer

While he's no doubt had plenty of companionship, she wonders how many were genuinely in it for him. She moves her attention to the side of his throat, sucking softly over his pluse.

They're going to end up in bed, now that they've started she doesn't think she could muster the willpower to stop.

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whose_son_am_i

Another little gasp and sigh of pleasure, the arm at her waist shifting, hand moving to rest against her hip. Hold her close and keep her against his body. Fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head against him. Drinking in the sensations, almost drowning in them.

A small eternity, before her hair is given a tiny little tug. Enough to encourage her away. Just enough that he can bend his head, leaning down to kiss her once more. Mouth slanting against hers, lips soft and playing over her own. This time, he intends to exceed expectations.

From:

drpalmer

Her body fits against him, the heels helping to make the height difference a bit less dramatic.

There's a tiny whine when she pulls her lips from his skin, but then that skin is replaced with his lips. She has no hesitation in opening her mouth to him.

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whose_son_am_i

He has no hesitation in deepening the kiss. Kisses that are meant to taste one another, to share breath... To cement it clearly in the other's mind that this is wanted. That it's needed. As if the hand tangled in her hair almost desperately wasn't enough, the other at her hip and waist keeping her firmly against him as they lean in to each other.

From:

drpalmer

There is such an intimacy to a good kiss, and this has so much need that it's heavy with promise.

The bubble of her mind is down and her thoughts are practically projected at him. How much she wants this, the way he feels against her, the taste of wine and cheesecake on his tongue.

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whose_son_am_i

Perhaps she did have some latent abilities--her instincts had proven good before, even though he had no way of knowing that. "Careful sweetling..." A gentle warning nudge, almost a caress against her mind.

The kiss is never fully broken, mouth seeking hers even still. But Loki shifted, once more pulling her up in his arms like before. Moving to walk towards her bedroom...

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From:

drpalmer

She can feel that warning. That sensation of him in her mind. She presses back need you.

If she thought the kiss felt intimate, the kiss combined with the feeling of him caressing her thoughts as well is exquisite.

Christine has no qualms about being carried. She's too caught up in just how good this feels.

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whose_son_am_i

A moment of surprise!?--the sensation more than words. Before Loki is laughing in the kiss, moving to lay her gently down on her bed. "Have me." This time it is a caress of his mind against hers, as well as the words spoken aloud. No suggestions or nudging, just a pure touch.

She kept surprising him in good ways.

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drpalmer

There's a return of surprise at the touch in her mind, she can actually feel him properly in her mind and it is an intense sensation.

She tugging at the hem of his suit jacket knowing it's an illusion.

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whose_son_am_i

It's a very very realistic and good illusion. Loki kissed her again, almost fierce in it. Need and want and fire... Before pulling away enough that his clothes shifted back to the shirt and trousers. Moving with her hands to pull the oversized (for her anyway) shirt off.

If she searched, she could just barely find him. Like a multifaceted gem to her newborn awareness. All a play of shadow and light, revealing nothing.

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drpalmer

It's a great illusion, but she couldn't forget the sloth shirt she left him with. She thinks she can see his mind a bit, but she only can gather that he's there.

Once that shirt is off her hands and lips are all over his bare skin, tracing kisses across his chest.

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whose_son_am_i

Oh that was lovely! Leaning his head against hers where he could, kisses pressed to her hair and his hands moving to caress her neck and scalp. Soft little sensual gasps or sighs escaped him. It was harder to focus...

And while she needn't fear him hurting her, her guard was down. Which would not do. There's a whisper from him "skjold", and then a sensation against her mind. As if he were cradling it, veiling and hiding her, his own bubble-like shielding. Deep green and black with golden highlights, ever shifting and changing. Showing her what a proper shield was, but also placing his own on her.

From:

drpalmer

The sense of him shielding her is almost warm, it's like being wrapped up in cozy arms.

Christine lighly trails her nails down his back, just a little bit of a contrast from all of her gentle touches.

"It's beautiful." His shield, him, all of this wrapped up together.

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whose_son_am_i

He shivered in pleasure, a pleased hiss drawn from him. Tilting her head up, speaking against her lips once more. "You are." Agreeing with her, and he meant it. One hand stays in her hair, moving to her nape. Mouth open against her own, tongue seeking her own to dance with, tasting her, savoring... The other moves lower, caressing her own skin where he can, seeking just how her dress might be taken off.

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drpalmer

If it was any other time, she would tease and say she doesn't believe him. But right now, she actually does believe it.

Her hands continue downward, giving his ass a firm squeeze. She has absolutely no desire to break the kiss, at least not yet, even if she does want to help him get her out of this dress.

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whose_son_am_i

It is a very nice ass, especially in sturdy canvas trousers. He has no desire to break the kiss either, finding the taste of her quite intoxicating in its own way. An idea occurs to him, and he chuckles against her mouth. Pulling back only enough to speak. "How much do you care about this dress?" Spoken in between kisses.

From:

drpalmer

She would agree on that, she's squeezing a very nice ass.

"Not enough to stop you from absolutely ruining it." She can see where his thoughts are going there. And with how stong he is, her dress would provide very little resistance.

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whose_son_am_i

Give him a little credit--ripping it would be so cliche. Moving one hand, summoning one of his daggers, his other pulls it just slightly away from her skin. Enough to insert the blade, before slicing fluidly through the fabric. "Would it help if I promise to replace it?" She can feel the grin against her mouth.

From:

drpalmer

There is a tiny rush of fear when he summons a dagger, a little danger adrenaline.

"I don't know if I trust you to pick out a dress." Having the fabric smoothly cut is honestly much sexier than ripping.

She trails her fingers through his hair again.

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whose_son_am_i

The dagger is vanished just as easily, and that hand moves to brush her cheek. "Try me." Before he's moving to trail along her throat with his fingers. Down along her collarbone, the center of her breasts, along her stomach and hips, and down one leg. It means he needs to move, but there's magic in the touch.

True-magic invoked beyond just basic illusion, changing her outfit entirely. There's jewels on her wrist and at her throat, a deep emerald green gown flowing over her body, and heels in black and gold with a faint feathery design. Sitting on the bed not far, with a smug grin, Loki waits for her reaction.

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From:

drpalmer

She's very much enjoying that trail of his hand and the slight tingle of magic it leaves behind. But too quickly he's gone, and she's dressed again.

She looks down at the gown, at the shoes, touches the jewels at her throat.

"You might have better taste in dresses than expected."

She sits up feeling the way the fabric skims her skin.

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whose_son_am_i

"It is a gown I would not mar by removing you from it quickly." Loki confirmed, reaching for her hand and once more kissing it. "Although right now, I'd rather you were in nothing--you do look beautiful." He was honestly pleased and surprised by how well the deep green and gold worked with her coloring.

She looked like a proper princess. ~~Now where had that thought come from, he wondered.~~

From:

drpalmer

"Are you going to need to remove it slowly then? Or did you change your mind about being in my bed?"

She has a similarly pale complexion so it isn't a surprise that the emeralds he favors would look good on her as well.

Christine finds she likes the idea of slowing down a hint, just in case he leaves tomorrow and never returns. She will have a perfect night to hold close.