[ The kiss pulls a little sound out of her as he starts to lose rhythm, the pulse of their intertwined magic leaving sparks behind her eyes-- ones she quickly realizes is also still filling the room as she opens them again. It's beautiful, the flowers curling through their lifecycles, and she's half distracted by the actual artistry of the illusion when his hands tighten around her waist. And then all she can pay attention to is the way he comes apart under her, the way his mouth moves against hers as he whimpers out those curses. The flex of his muscles in his arms and shoulders and back as she holds him close again, swallowing his words with desperate kisses; she can feel his pleasure in echoes through their magic, and she holds him tight as the flowers burst into flecks of light around them. ]
Loki... [ Her arms slowly loosen after a moment, her skin prickling with goosepimples from the cold air and the delicious floating buzz of their release-- backed by that still humming connection. ] Holy...shit.
[ He brushes some of her hair back from her forehead with a shaky hand, taking large, deep breaths to try and come down from the intensity of it all. He loves her; it doesn't exist as a question or a possibility to him, it just. Is. It burns in him like a fire, sometimes raging, sometimes as quiet as a candle's flame, but nevertheless there. ]
Pretty good, yeah? [ He laughs, and kisses her again. Softly. Like he has all the time in the world. ]
[ It's breathless as she settles her arms a bit more over his shoulders, her entire front pressing up lazily against his as she tries to settle more into the water with him, craving the warmth of both his skin and the bath. ]
I think I'd need a few more rounds to really be sure.
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[ The kiss pulls a little sound out of her as he starts to lose rhythm, the pulse of their intertwined magic leaving sparks behind her eyes-- ones she quickly realizes is also still filling the room as she opens them again. It's beautiful, the flowers curling through their lifecycles, and she's half distracted by the actual artistry of the illusion when his hands tighten around her waist. And then all she can pay attention to is the way he comes apart under her, the way his mouth moves against hers as he whimpers out those curses. The flex of his muscles in his arms and shoulders and back as she holds him close again, swallowing his words with desperate kisses; she can feel his pleasure in echoes through their magic, and she holds him tight as the flowers burst into flecks of light around them. ]
Loki... [ Her arms slowly loosen after a moment, her skin prickling with goosepimples from the cold air and the delicious floating buzz of their release-- backed by that still humming connection. ] Holy...shit.
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[ He brushes some of her hair back from her forehead with a shaky hand, taking large, deep breaths to try and come down from the intensity of it all. He loves her; it doesn't exist as a question or a possibility to him, it just. Is. It burns in him like a fire, sometimes raging, sometimes as quiet as a candle's flame, but nevertheless there. ]
Pretty good, yeah? [ He laughs, and kisses her again. Softly. Like he has all the time in the world. ]
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[ It's breathless as she settles her arms a bit more over his shoulders, her entire front pressing up lazily against his as she tries to settle more into the water with him, craving the warmth of both his skin and the bath. ]
I think I'd need a few more rounds to really be sure.