[ Loki has known touch to be a charged and electric thing before, but that has been very different from this, this soft and gentle thing that still burns his skin, craving more and simultaneously not wanting to stop. She kisses him and he closes his eyes, hands settled at her waist, a shuddering breath when the belt is released.
He pulls back and opens his eyes, then, but only enough to pull the tunic over his head, mussing his hair immediately; instead of returning to her sides his hands touch her cheeks with gentle fingers reaching across her cheekbones. ]
You're beautiful, [ he tells her, and surely she knows this. Definitely, he is certain he is not the first to tell her so, likely not even the first to say so in bed, but he feels it needs to be mentioned again. ]
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[ Loki has known touch to be a charged and electric thing before, but that has been very different from this, this soft and gentle thing that still burns his skin, craving more and simultaneously not wanting to stop. She kisses him and he closes his eyes, hands settled at her waist, a shuddering breath when the belt is released.
He pulls back and opens his eyes, then, but only enough to pull the tunic over his head, mussing his hair immediately; instead of returning to her sides his hands touch her cheeks with gentle fingers reaching across her cheekbones. ]
You're beautiful, [ he tells her, and surely she knows this. Definitely, he is certain he is not the first to tell her so, likely not even the first to say so in bed, but he feels it needs to be mentioned again. ]