[ Knowing what fine dexterity Loki's hands are capable of, that he fumbles with the simplest of ties charms her. Her smile glows with it as she dips her head in acquiescence. ]
Please.
[ Alexandrie will be patient as he feels his way through the process of releasing the coiffure that Marie had put in place, eager to feel the gentle movements of his hands in her hair; hands which will smell of roses by the time the flame of her curls cascades freely down her back.
Not too patient, however. When she thinks he is halfway done her hands will find their way to wandering idly down his chest until she can find the tie to his pants and hover there, running the ends of it through her fingers such that he will be able to feel the slow repetitive tug of her movement but it will not come undone. ]
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Please.
[ Alexandrie will be patient as he feels his way through the process of releasing the coiffure that Marie had put in place, eager to feel the gentle movements of his hands in her hair; hands which will smell of roses by the time the flame of her curls cascades freely down her back.
Not too patient, however. When she thinks he is halfway done her hands will find their way to wandering idly down his chest until she can find the tie to his pants and hover there, running the ends of it through her fingers such that he will be able to feel the slow repetitive tug of her movement but it will not come undone. ]