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That bit of fire is returned, she is just as interested. Her hands trail along his chest.

"I think that's for the best." She doesn't want to wait any longer to let that desire out.

His head tilted slightly, and Loki struck like a snake almost. Kissing her again, tasting her, making his intentions clear. Twining his fingers in her hair to keep her there while plundering her mouth, and his other hand winding dangerously low on her hip to keep her body against his.

His response is so quick it catches her off guard. It's such a quick change to unbridled desire that it makes her head swim.

It's only a minute before her fingers are trying to work on his top.

The leather jerkin he wore over his regular shirt, like so many of his clothing, seemed to have that asymmetrical and zig-zag motif. In this case, the buttons and loops went up along his shoulder, then down his side. Not the most impossible to get off, and the leather was soft under her touch, but she might have trouble convincing him to move his arms from around her at first.

Instead Loki is focusing on the sensations of her, and kissing her, and how her hair feels, and her body against his. Using the hand twined in her hair to direct her somewhat, only when she had been thoroughly kissed did he move. Across her jaw, down along her neck, up by her ear. Leaving definite marks as he explored skin.

Unfortunately the leather isn't fastened in a way that is typical, she will have to wait a moment to figure out the best way to get him undressed.

Her head tilts and she sighs when his lips touch the skin of her neck. He's not playing anymore, and neither is she, the dance is over and they are admiting to their desire.

"Loki" if he enjoys the way his name sounds on her lips, he will likely enjoy it more when it's a gasping little moan.

He very much does, with his own little sound of enjoyment and the smile she'll feel against her skin. Then his hands are moving, tracing the fur cloak to find where it clasps. Undoing that, then sliding the cloak from her and tossing it towards the easy chairs.

She's able to get a look to see where his leather top is fastened.

She was already feeling a bit hot under that cloak. She manages to get his outermost layer off.

That fire is still there, in kisses along her skin and the way his hands traced down her shoulders and arms to find her own. Helping her with removing the jerkin, then moving to squeeze hers affectionately. Moving to lean his forehead against her own, breathing her in, a pause in the midst of desire given reign.

"You are beautiful, with the light and shadow playing over you." Brushing the back of his hand against her cheek and throat. A moment of sweet.

His own shirt was high-necked, but laced up with the sleeves drawn closer around his wrists and forearms by a zig-zagged interlacing of the fabric.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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"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?"

"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."

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

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