Meme Shenanigans for Dr. Palmer Overflow.

[whose_son_am_i]

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[drpalmer]

That compliment means quite a lot coming from him, she feels like he means it.

She let's out a little sigh, happy to finally be undressing him, taking her time with the high-necked shirt to hopefully reveal some skin.

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki wasn't making it easy, leaning in again to once more kiss and worship her neck, down along her collarbone and the edge of the tunic she wore. Nor was he making it easy with his hands sliding under the tunic to find skin of his own. Fingers splayed, moving from her waist up, exploring and teasing her.

[drpalmer]

There's a little noise when his hands are finally on bare skin. He is already trying to overwhelm her with sensations and it's driving her wild.

"Would you let me get this off?" There's a breathy little laugh as she tugs a bit at his shirt.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Shh, I'm unwrapping you." Loki teased back, his own soft little chuckle at her ear. Along with a nip against the lobe. His hands were already under her tunic, so it was easy enough to move to pull that off. Up and over her head, divesting her of it. Pulling away just enough that he could look at her, hands now finding hers and holding them.

[drpalmer]

She appreciates being thought of as a gift. It's been a while since someone has really appreciated the act of undressing her. Most of her recent encounters have been quick, one night things.

"My turn?" She asks as she works on his shirt.

[whose_son_am_i]

"In a bit." Loki murmured, blue-green eyes studying her so far. "I'm savoring you." Leaning in to kiss her once more, banked fire in it. Soft caresses along her skin, learning her shape, taking his time before one went low on her hip at her back. Then dipped lower still, pulling her against him. The other was in no hurry, but rewarded her with clever fingers when he finally did stroke her breast.

[drpalmer]

He meant it when he said she would know when he was trying to seduce her. Every kiss and touch was absolutely dripping with sensuality.

Her skin flares with goosebumps everywhere his hand travels. Christine wants to savor this as well, wrapping her arms around him to keep him close, since she doesn't get to undress him quite yet.

[whose_son_am_i]

When she presses closer, he tilts his head against hers. Nuzzling and leaving soft kisses against her skin, murmuring sweet words. In Asgardian. Still teasing her apparently.

Holding the sweet moment, then pulling him with her. Over to one of the comfy chairs. Sitting, and pulling her onto his lap, one hand still low on her hip and ass possessively. The other continued to play with her breasts, where he trailed more kisses and nips to so his mouth could join in. He had meant it--and clearly had been holding a LOT back while they were not!Dating.

[drpalmer]

She doesn't worry about her weight on his lap, she likely feels like very little to him.

He had been holding back, she runs her fingers through his hair while he kisses along her chest.

She let's him savor her, it feels like he's learning every little thing that makes her sigh.

[whose_son_am_i]

That was certainly part of his goal. And while her breasts might've been the main focus, he explored all of her skin he could get to with both mouth and fingers. Teasing her still, savoring the feel of her skin and her scent. Encouraging her to kneel upwards so he could get to more still.

[drpalmer]

She moves with his encouragement. She's all soft, affectionate touches.

"I wish I could feel your magic." It had felt nice, it's almost a shame he's so well shielded.

[whose_son_am_i]

That's a curious question, and had Loki pausing, mouth against her stomach. Then he nuzzled it, and moved so he could look at her. "Why?" He was honestly curious.

[drpalmer]

"It feels nice and it's another layer of you; one I didn't think I'd ever be able to feel."

But she can now, and it feels like an intimacy, to be allowed to feel his magic.

[whose_son_am_i]

Interesting... Loki considered this, before shifting his arms. Moving to keep her close, hold her, while he stood. "Perhaps in a bit. You seem to like getting under my layers." Teasing her, long strides taking him to the bed.

Stepping up to the bed and kneeling on it, moving to lay her down, blue-green eyes shifted to meet her own deliberately. Leaning over her, hand moving to stroke her face. "I'll consider it--but I want you to shatter a few times for me without magic first." It was another promise.

[drpalmer]

"And you're resistant to stripping down." She teases as she tugs at the shirt he's still wearing.

Of course he's incredibly confident, it's no surprise at all. Christine has faith that with centuries of experience he will likely be able to make her climax multiple times.

"Are you going to keep count?"

[whose_son_am_i]

"I do happen to like my layers." Teasing back with a smile, still brushing her face. "Would you like me to? It would give me a future goal to surpass."

[drpalmer]

"You're making me wonder if you've got some hidden wings or nipples under there." She laughs, tugging him down to kiss him.

[whose_son_am_i]

He laughs with her, enjoying the kiss and returning it easily. Once more tasting her, teasing and playful as well. "Nothing so exciting, my sweetling. Just skin." Murmured against her mouth, into the kiss.

[drpalmer]

"A thousand nipples." She chuckles against the side of his throat.

She nibbles at his skin, leaving gentle little marks.

[whose_son_am_i]

She'd managed to dislodge the collar (and partly untuck his shirt), which meant she had more skin than he usually bared. Loki shifted a bit, sliding one arm underneath her and taking his weight on it. Balanced between that and his knees. Once more murmuring to her in Asgardian, as his free hand moved again. Tracing paths down her skin, past her collarbone and breasts, down her stomach. Heading lower, sneaking under trousers and underwear to find skin and play there with clever fingers.

[drpalmer]

The build up to this moment has her wet and sensitive already. Christine let's out a shuddering moan when those long fingers make contact.

She's taking advantage of the open collar to lavish attention to the span of his beautiful throat.

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki let out a low chuckle at that moan, well-pleased and nuzzling her own throat encouragingly. "Beautiful, my Sweetling." His voice low and silken. She was drawing a few soft sighs of pleasure herself, leaving faint marks against pale skin. Long fingers explored her teasingly, learning her shape most intimately, circling sensitive spots to find just how to make her shudder again.

[drpalmer]

He doesn't have a difficult time getting her to moan and shudder. Christine works to learn all the little spots on his throat that make him react.

Her hands are sliding down his body to squeeze his ass, she's always wanted to get a handful.

[whose_son_am_i]

Her actions make him press closer, with a bruising kiss against her throat. He's not as vocal as she is, but Loki certainly has little tells that he's enjoying. The way he leans into a touch, or quiet little groans. He happily repays her actions in kind; now that he knows her shape, clever fingers get to work. Teasing her intimately, caressing and stroking and then entering her while his thumb focuses on her center.

[drpalmer]

"Loki" There's a little gasp against his skin. He knows how to touch a woman, that much is for sure.

She can read his signs, the little shifts in breath and tiny moans when she drags her teeth across his skin.