[ There's something very beautiful and fragile in the way that his touch seems to shock her; he feels rather like he's been handed a crystalline flower and told, under no uncertain terms, not to break it. His mouth is open to ask if she's alright when her hands find his forearms and instead he swallows his breath and the question both, continuing on with freeing her from the shirt and tossing it aside with their small growing pile of clothing and armor before his fingers reach for the bindings across her chest.
This is dangerous, he'd thought earlier, but now he knows better. This is beyond that; this is a freefall.
The fingers of his right hand skim across her collarbones, draw a line down between her breasts, and then his hands are at her waist again. Lifting her up is easy; Thedas has not rid him of his strength, and he's glad for it in this moment as he rises to his feet just to set her down amongst the blankets and cloth that make the bedding. Loki sits on the edge there, watching her for a moment, eyes shifting between green and blue before he leans in and kisses her.
It's a soft thing, but there are still teeth to be had. His hands are busy multitasking, helping her out of the last of her clothes and prying off her boots, while his mouth covers hers. After a moment it's done, and he pulls away again, kissing her on the nose briefly before pulling off his own shirt, pants, toeing off his boots.
Cool air hits his skin like a breeze on an overwarm day; he's hard and aches with wanting her and yet he just sits there, tracing runes and patterns into her bare skin for a moment. He wants, but doesn't know in this moment how to bridge wanting and having, is afraid of what happens after when they have to return to a life involving other people. ]
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This is dangerous, he'd thought earlier, but now he knows better. This is beyond that; this is a freefall.
The fingers of his right hand skim across her collarbones, draw a line down between her breasts, and then his hands are at her waist again. Lifting her up is easy; Thedas has not rid him of his strength, and he's glad for it in this moment as he rises to his feet just to set her down amongst the blankets and cloth that make the bedding. Loki sits on the edge there, watching her for a moment, eyes shifting between green and blue before he leans in and kisses her.
It's a soft thing, but there are still teeth to be had. His hands are busy multitasking, helping her out of the last of her clothes and prying off her boots, while his mouth covers hers. After a moment it's done, and he pulls away again, kissing her on the nose briefly before pulling off his own shirt, pants, toeing off his boots.
Cool air hits his skin like a breeze on an overwarm day; he's hard and aches with wanting her and yet he just sits there, tracing runes and patterns into her bare skin for a moment. He wants, but doesn't know in this moment how to bridge wanting and having, is afraid of what happens after when they have to return to a life involving other people. ]