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[whose_son_am_i]

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[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.

[whose_son_am_i]

"I have you, Sweetling. Just enjoy and feel it, for now." Again his voice was silken, low, smug but also pleased. Wanting her legitimately to have pleasure besides boosting his ego. Shifting his body only enough to use his legs, to help open her up more. Determined to have her climax this way at least once, before he'd move on.

[drpalmer]

"I've imagined this, when I've touched myself." Her breath is growing quick, and her words are punctuated by little moans.

"Couldn't stop picturing your face when I came."

[whose_son_am_i]

"Oh?" Loki murmured, nuzzling and leaving soft kisses or gentle nips against her skin. "You have the real thing now, Sweetling. How long have you been wanting this?" Against her ear, teasing her still, definitely a lover's tone in his voice.

Nor did he stop teasing or tormenting with his fingers and thumb too. Keeping alert for just how close she might be. Savoring those little moans, and promising he'd bring more of them out.

[drpalmer]

"A while." She has thought about it since their first kiss, there have been nights alone where she couldn't think of anything but him.

"The real thing is very good." She's very close, both because he's very talented and because she's waited for this for some time.

[whose_son_am_i]

Making his way back to her mouth, Loki kissed her with that fire once more. Doing his best to tell and show her that this was absolutely wanted. He'd had a few nights himself where he'd allowed himself to wonder, and plan, how he would do this when it happened. Being sure she understood that he wanted her.

[drpalmer]

She believes he does want her, it's obvious in the passion of his kiss. It's intoxicating, to be wanted by him.

She comes with a crash, almost unexpected and intense.

[whose_son_am_i]

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.

[drpalmer]

Christine is very affectionate in the afterglow. Muttering her own sweet nothings about how much she wants him, and how she's craved him.

All their flirty little dates have definitely built up a level of fondness between them.

[whose_son_am_i]

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.

[drpalmer]

Hearing a pet name from him does something to her, a little flutter in her chest that is both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

She will take the invitation to get him out of his shirt, eager to see him.

[whose_son_am_i]

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.

[drpalmer]

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.

[whose_son_am_i]

"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.

[drpalmer]

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.

[whose_son_am_i]

"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.

[drpalmer]

"They would be." She nods, and moves back to meet his kiss again. Now that the afterglow has faded her desire is able to grow again.

[whose_son_am_i]

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.

[drpalmer]

"No need, I'm very capable of counting." She laughs, running her fingers through his hair as he slips a bit lower.

She like the nickname, that little affection that makes her feel important.

[whose_son_am_i]

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.

[drpalmer]

She will stand out among those lovers, eventually she will wear a spot in his heart that is just for her.

"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.

[whose_son_am_i]

"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.