Fortunately, Loki was expecting it. Not surprised at all, as he made sure she could feel him. Holding her and catching her, secure and warm and wanted. Soft touches and teasing to help her through the crash, make sure her descent was gentle. Back to nuzzling her, with soft kisses and brushes of his nose. Murmuring reassurances to her for how beautiful she was, how good she felt, that he truly did want her there in his arms.
That affection is like water to a man dying of thirst, as Loki leans into it all. Returning it, and making it clear that yes. He is very fond of her, this is all very welcome and wanted. "Sweetling, you are lovely when you shatter." Whispered against her ear, guiding her hands once more to his shirt if she wanted to try once more to get more skin from him.
He doesn't go far, allowing her, and helping for her to pull the shirt off his frame. Shaking his head a bit to resettle his hair out of the way, she's free to throw it wherever. Sliding his arm back around and under her, Loki let his body press more to hers. With a soft smile, fingers moving up to trace her face, tap her nose teasingly. "That's one."
Unlike his brother, while Loki was tall--he was leanly muscled. Frame more suited for a sneaky style and quick strikes, or for running. He could fight, and had held his own with his Brother for brief times before; but he was not as strong as an Asgardian physically, being a Frost Giant instead.
Loki is exactly her type. Her hands skim across his skin, finally getting the chance to touch bare flesh. He's not bulky, he's got the perfect shape to be fast and agile.
His shirt has been tossed somewhere in the distance, they can find it later.
"You are gorgeous." She mutters against the side of his throat.
"Thank you for the compliment, Sweetling." Teased against her hair and ear, but he meant it. Soft kisses, letting her enjoy her afterglow for now while he held her. Letting her explore too, as he leaned into her touches against him. There were a few scars here and there, long healed.
She's learning his torso, she will shift so she can trail kisses down his throat to his chest.
"I'm halfway mapping out your muscles." Trying to see where his anatomy differs. "You even have nipples." She lightly brushes one with a fingertip, "I guess I assumed you would."
Despite there being no real reason for an alien species to have the same anatomy.
"I believe the differences are internal, molecular, and genetic." Loki murmured, letting her touch but nudging her head back up. Kissing her again, that tasting and wanting kiss, to let her know the fire hasn't dimmed.
Eventually he pulled away enough to speak, breath still mingling with her own. "Am I keeping track, Sweetling?" Teasing her, but also entirely serious. Moving to her own neck and throat, keeping himself supported with the one arm while the other moved to touch her. This time laying out the path his mouth would take.
She was important, as all of Loki's lovers had been while he'd been with them. Certainly he'd use it more now, though likely still only in private. She's free to touch as she wants, he's busy kissing a trail along her collarbone, then lower. Teasing her breasts, playing with the tips, leaving small licks and kisses against her ribs and belly too.
Shifting his weight, moving his hands to her trousers and preparing to strip her fully.
"I could probably feel it now, were you to try and use it." Murmured against her skin just above her hip. "Not simply because of the binding, although that does make me more aware of it." Given he was the failsafe to her binding, should she remove the bracelet.
Baring her skin, his mouth moved low--just below her belly button, with kisses before Loki pulled back fully. To both throw her trousers wherever, and to just look at her for a moment. Taking her all in, one hand moving to touch softly and trace aimless paths while blue-green eyes studied her.
"I wouldn't even know how to try to fight the binding." It would likely need to be a real emergency for her to well up enough energy to make a dent in the magic that's on her.
The way he looks at her is incredibly sexy, and a hint predatory in the very best way.
"Sweetling, I've called you beautiful a few times already. In a language you understand and one you don't." Reaching up to brush the back of his hand against her cheek, with a satisfied and soft smile. "It isn't about expectations. You are still beautiful, and I'm looking forward to making you shatter again."
"Am I?" Loki asked, entirely genuine in his question. "Thank you for the compliment." Then he was leaning down again, kissing her softly. Before beginning to trace a path of fire down along her body with a very clear goal in mind.
He had warned her, that she would know when he was seducing her. Clearly Loki was also taking pleasure in doing so. Pleasure in her, making her shatter, enjoying this with her.
This time, his mouth didn't stop at her belly button or just below; but instead of heading where she might want, he shifted instead. Off the bed, and pulling her with him while kissing and caressing her legs teasingly. Finding all the spots once more that would make her squirm and teasing her to build her higher.
Oh he would have FUN using what he learned on her. All for her, naturally--of course. He was a trickster, god of Mischief and all of that. If she thought this would be straight to the point and quick, she really didn't know or understand him.
Still, Loki trailed kisses closer and closer. Soft touches with his fingers as well, teasing her and usually where his fingers trailed, his mouth followed. Which would hopefully mean no less of a build as they stroked her carefully, before lips finally followed and pressed against the skin of her center.
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whose_son_am_i) wrote2022-01-18 06:41 am
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All their flirty little dates have definitely built up a level of fondness between them.
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She will take the invitation to get him out of his shirt, eager to see him.
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Unlike his brother, while Loki was tall--he was leanly muscled. Frame more suited for a sneaky style and quick strikes, or for running. He could fight, and had held his own with his Brother for brief times before; but he was not as strong as an Asgardian physically, being a Frost Giant instead.
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His shirt has been tossed somewhere in the distance, they can find it later.
"You are gorgeous." She mutters against the side of his throat.
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"I'm halfway mapping out your muscles." Trying to see where his anatomy differs. "You even have nipples." She lightly brushes one with a fingertip, "I guess I assumed you would."
Despite there being no real reason for an alien species to have the same anatomy.
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She like the nickname, that little affection that makes her feel important.
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Shifting his weight, moving his hands to her trousers and preparing to strip her fully.
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"When I can control my magic, would you be able to feel it?"
She's ready to lift her hips to help him however he needs.
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Baring her skin, his mouth moved low--just below her belly button, with kisses before Loki pulled back fully. To both throw her trousers wherever, and to just look at her for a moment. Taking her all in, one hand moving to touch softly and trace aimless paths while blue-green eyes studied her.
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The way he looks at her is incredibly sexy, and a hint predatory in the very best way.
"Do I meet expectations?"
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"You're going to be very difficult to resist after tonight, aren't you?"
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She brushes her fingers along his cheek as he kisses that line down her body.
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This time, his mouth didn't stop at her belly button or just below; but instead of heading where she might want, he shifted instead. Off the bed, and pulling her with him while kissing and caressing her legs teasingly. Finding all the spots once more that would make her squirm and teasing her to build her higher.
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She watches him, memorizing the way he looks as he finds the little sensitive spot behind her knee, and the ticklish bit near her ankle.
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Still, Loki trailed kisses closer and closer. Soft touches with his fingers as well, teasing her and usually where his fingers trailed, his mouth followed. Which would hopefully mean no less of a build as they stroked her carefully, before lips finally followed and pressed against the skin of her center.