[ Alexandrie's sound stirs him sharply into this exact moment, far from the protesting noises his mind would like to make about her proclamation, still. Loki's hand not intertwined with hers leaves her hair and settles, instead, at the small of her back; his legs draw in again, ankles crossing behind her, essentially cradling her in his lap.
His wanting of her hasn't abated at any point during their kissing, their touching, their conversations. Like a tide, it has ebbed and flowed, but her gasping has him shuddering all over again, his cock trapped between their bodies. She licks his bottom lip and he groans, rolling his hips upward into hers, holding her as close as is possible right now as the friction has him groaning. ]
I want you, [ he breathes against her lips. Just in case she thought that might have changed, or heaven forbid, forgot in the last several moments. ]
[ It makes her need to bite to steady herself— hearing him groan for her, roll hips up to meet hers, his hands on her, the breath of his words, the words themselves— and so she does. Presses her cheek to his, pulls her teeth inelegantly down it until they find a place to fix at his jawline— not hard, just enough to anchor herself to him as she pants softly there against his skin, whines at the absence she doesn’t know how to fix. Moving away from the way the roll of his hips drags the length of him against her for even a moment seems impossible. That moment of movement away is the only way she gets to feel him inside her.
The profound injustice of this and her overpowering want of him combine in a squeeze of her teeth, a muffled whine before she opens her mouth to let him go so she can manage an urgent whisper of ]
[ That bite and the request along with it elicits a chuckle from him, eyes going dark again with wanting. Loki remembers well how they ended up on the floor in the first place and so it's towards the center of the bed he shifts them, pressing into Alexandrie's space, hand moving from her back to run it along the back of her thigh as he maneuvers them until they're laying down, with her beneath him.
He drags his hips against hers slowly, unable to avoid teasing even though he aches to be inside of her already. Encourages her legs to wrap around his waist, as he reaches between them and presses the head of his cock against the dampness between her legs, rubbing up towards her clit then back down again but not entering her, not yet. ]
Like this?
[ As much as he needs to feel her body around him, he wants to hear her say please once more or learn what other demand or entreat she might make before he does. ]
[ Head tilts back into the pillow, eyes flutter closed as her eyebrows raise, breath hissing through her teeth as she draws it in.
Alexandrie needs little encouragement to wrap her legs at his waist. In fact she goes farther, sliding her knees along his sides until they’re just below his shoulder blades, resting her heels against his lower back— a positioning that will help to compensate for his height when he is finished teasing them both— a hazard of bedding the God of Mischief— and one which spreads her farther, unavoidably hot and slick to dripping against his rub. ]
You could make me gasp with only this. Make me writhe beneath you until the only words I know are those for pleading and your name.
[ She waits until Loki’s rhythm takes him upward and drops her hips a little so he will slide across her clit; lets herself ride the spark of it into a low shuddering moan to show him, her hand gripping his.
With words more breath than voice: ]
So yes— like this.
[ She looks up at him, eyes as dark as his with desire, voice a deep and throaty thing. ]
It's tempting, [ he admits, voice rough as he strokes himself down and then upward against her once more, ] but no. This is not all I want.
[ That doesn't mean, apparently, that he is going to change what he is doing right away. No, he wants her to ache with wanting as much as he does, so that when he gives in and her body takes his inside she will feel as overwhelmed and overstimulated as possible. He pulls the hand holding hers up above her head as he continues, rolling his hips with every pass along that cluster of nerves. He kisses her lips, her nose, her chin, her throat, biting her there when the desire to just enter her grows too great for him to mitigate otherwise. ]
[ She'd stretched her head up and to the side when he kissed her throat to offer him more— which means when Loki sinks teeth into her she's in no position to bite back, has no recourse for the tempering of her want of him but oaths and her free hand flying to grip and curve nails into his upper arm like a snake strike. Her heels dig into his back as she pulls herself tighter against his hips with her legs, letting out a hoarse little cry each time he rolls them against her. ]
[ He'd had every intention, a moment prior, of stretching this out for as long as he could, to bring her shuddering and to the brink, but something about her curse, her sounds, means that he reaches the end of his own patience faster than he'd anticipated.
Now, he needs to be inside of her now, and thus he licks at the side of her neck where he's bitten her as he brushes his thumb along the wet and hard nub of skin and nerve endings he's been teasing, wrapping the rest of his fingers around himself so that he is lined up and ready to enter her. More kisses, across her shoulder and up towards her ear; he licks the shell of it, nose buried in her hair, as he snaps his hips forward in a desperate wanting to be entirely within her in as direct a movement as possible. ]
[ Alexandrie draws a sharp shatter of a breath as the emptiness that ached in her is filled in an instant, back arching as her mind tries desperately to catch up to and understand everything her body feels and fails— will fail again with every move he makes if he continues, leaving her a writhing feral thing that cannot but respond with unfettered passion.
She had been half right, when she spoke of what language would remain to her. She cannot remember please; all she has as her fingers scrabble for a hold on his shoulder and she turns her head towards his to kiss whatever of it she can reach is a helpless gasping ]
[ He rotates his hips in a languid, slow circle before pulling out just as slowly only to snap his hips forward so that he's back inside of her again. His face turns toward hers to share fervent and wild kisses, nipping at her lips while the thumb on her clit shifts, pinches with his forefinger.
The goal is to drive her mad or something like it, to be overstimulating and relentless — at least for now. ]
Alexandrie[ comes out as more groan than proper word as he kisses her. Pull, pinch, thrust and again and again. ]
[ When he withdraws from her it's slow enough that by the end she writhes with longing for him, her thoughts running to make a home in his kisses where she can still have him. And when her mind is settled there in lips and tongue and nips of teeth the shock of pleasure in his pinch makes her gasp sharp and pulls thought swiftly down, although not quite swift enough to prepare herself before his hips snap tight and flush to hers and she is full of him and letting increasingly hoarse cries out against his mouth in the short moment of glory she is allowed to have before he pulls himself from her and starts again.
Her kisses in the time she seeks after him are becoming messy and desperate, her legs tremble against his back, slowly start to slide a little as their muscles stop obeying her commands and she can only weakly try to meet his thrusts— but try she does, helpless to do anything but strain against him seeking more. ]
[ This time, when Loki's hips snap forward to meet hers he stays there inside of her instead of pulling out slowly, hand moving from between them to help her legs remain high on his back. He smiles, and kisses her, across her nose and cheeks and to her lips again, even as he remains inside her still. ]
Will you fall apart for me, min hvite sommerfugl? [ He rotates his hips in a tight, small circle against her but still doesn't pull back. Now his hand comes up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing against her cheekbone. ] I would like to see it.
[ With shallow panting breath, a flush riding high on her cheeks, kiss-swollen lips that have long since smudged the careful definition of their lines to print his skin, and trailing curls that have begun to stick to the sheen of sweat on her body, Alexandrie is not together now by any measure—
But that's not what Loki means.
There's an answer for him when her eyes squeeze shut on a cracked and breathy wanting sound when he rubs against her and her body clenches tight around him, when she raises and tilts her face to try to catch his thumb between her teeth.
And another when she opens her eyes again to look into his and whisper ]
[ The smile her answer grants her is wide and true; he moves his thumb so she can more easily sink her teeth into it, kisses her cheek as he continues the slow roll of his hips against her body. Every time her body clenches around his he groans, eventually pressing his lips, open-mouthed with just the barest brush of teeth, against her lips, the skin of her neck, her collarbones. ]
You feel so good [ is whispered against her skin before he tosses his head back to get his hair out of his face, hand at her cheek shifting to cup her jaw as he leans in for another kiss. He pulls his hips back, granting her some slow friction before he presses in again, just as sharp and quick as before. ][]
[ She means to say something else, something of the way he feels, but before she can a small pocket in the corner of her heart that has been quiet for some time now finishes the thought with missed you. That gasp is different than the rest. Surprised. Hurt. The brief tense of her body a recoil; pain rather than pleasure.
Alexandrie shakes her head quickly, moves the hand that grips Loki's shoulder to cup his cheek and brush a thumb across it, spread fingers back into his hair. Finds the strength to tighten her legs and lift her head so she can kiss him quick and hard before letting herself fall back into the pillows. ]
I am all right, [ she whispers, urgent, smiling even though her eyes shine. ] I am all right. Keep going. I want this.
[ A single tear escapes quickly into her hair, a reaction to the feelings behind the words faster than she can form them to speak. ]
[ He does still, in the moment between her gasp and her words, because he is familiar enough with pain to recognize it in Alexandrie. She kisses him and he feels... conflicted in the witnessing of her tears, the second of which he brushes away with soft fingertips before it can get lost in her hair, leaning in to kiss her again.
It takes a moment for what she's said to really hit him, but once it does he gasps a little against her lips. 'I know who you are,' she says, and he wonders if she might be the only one who truly does in this place.
Some days he barely knows himself.
So he nods, presses their foreheads together, and moves, the motion of his hips gentler but only by a matter of degrees. He pulls them away a little just to snap forward again, kissing her arm where his cheek brushes against it as he moves. He doesn't know how to tell her how perfect she is, how he'll gladly be in her orbit for the chance for this, and so he doesn't try except for how sweet his kisses are when they land, scattered across her face. ]
I would do anything for you, [ comes to his mouth against hers, whispered and unbidden in its raw honesty. Once it's said he can't take it back and he doesn't even begin to try. Instead, he keeps with the relentless pace, and soft kisses, breathing in the scent of their skin together. ]
[ The unexpected twist of grief and loss had thrown her from her body, broken the build of pleasure in her, but it's not long before the sweetness of his kisses and the sound of his breath, the heated hardness of his cock and the unfaltering rhythmic thrust of his hips that pushes his body into the depths of hers bring her back to rolling her hips to meet his, breath escaping her in half-voiced pants of steadily increasing volume each time she does.
Then his whisper against her mouth, his words of anything, and she wants so much to give him what he'd asked for.
Alexandrie knows how to break beautifully, how to make a fine calculated display of herself to make a lover proud. She doesn't want that. She wants to come undone for him, unravel in his arms, show him how much she is already his. And so rather than clenching around him, arching, letting her breath heave beneath her breasts, parting her lips just so, she opens for him. Gives up the little control she has from the grip of her knees and lets them fall from their hold at his side so she can farther spread her thighs. Slowly changes the angle of her hips until she finds what lets him deepest, means with every thrust he hits a place in her that makes her shudder. Tries to catch and keep his lips long enough to murmur her ask of his anything against them: ]
[ With an entreaty like that, how could Loki do but what Alexandrie asks of him? He feels her subtle shift and the way it changes how they move together and it threatens to steal his breath away. An oh is breathed out against her skin as he moves, lips at her temple before he pulls back enough to watch her face. To allow her to watch his, as he slowly becomes overwhelmed with her.
Loki smiles, leans in and kisses her, bites at her lips, brushes his nose against hers and breathes and moans and shudders but holds on, waiting to see her unmade and undone.
There aren't clearly words, at this point, from Loki. ]
[ Alexandrie is watching him— watching the way his face changes, committing to memory every sound he makes, what it feels like when his breath hitches— and she is doing it with a look in her eyes that could be called no other thing than love.
And then he moves against her and the look changes swiftly, eyes snapping wide in surprise and rolling upwards as her eyelids flutter down. Half a breath later she is grabbing urgently for his shoulder, the gasp that accompanies the movement markedly different than the other sounds he’s heard. A high sharp oh for his next thrust, higher for the one after, and then she’s dropped two octaves on a long full throated moan and her hands are clenching where she holds him, body pulsing around him as her head flings back and she arches up against him, shattering in ecstasy. ]
He knows that, honestly, has told her even, but it strikes him again all the same as she clenches around him. She watched him with such care, such focus, that Loki feels he must do his levelbest to do the same. To witness and memorize the twist of her features in light of her orgasm, to put a hand against her cheek and breathe with her through it, still moving.
Loki can feel his own impending undoing building at the base of his spine. It's such an easy thing as he watches her face, to let go, to shudder against her and into release. To press his forehead to hers, to groan as it overtakes him, to kiss her in those last few moments of conscious thought before his brain achieves a white out condition. ]
[ It's the sound of him finding what he seeks in her— and the close and intimate press of forehead and hand and kiss— just as much as the continuance of movement that sets off a little string of aftershocks; bright bubbles of pleasure that make her gasp and breathe hard again and add themselves to what makes her limp and heavy, means it's almost all she can manage to wrap herself around him as the tension of his body ebbs along with hers.
But she manages. Slides the hand that gripped his shoulder to help his head to settle near hers and pull slow fingers repetitively through his hair; because more than reveling in her own dreamy lassitude she wants to make herself a home for Loki— she wants to be a place that he will stay. ]
[ He settles easily at her encouragement, resting his head so that his nose can brush along her cheek as he attempts, and fails a few times, to collect his thoughts and say something. Eventually all that comes out is a small laugh, as Loki's arm wraps around her to hold her close. ]
Well. [ He kisses her cheek, brushes his nose against her temple. ] You've thoroughly exhausted me.
[ If he sounds a little surprised perhaps he can be forgiven, considering this is his first orgasm in a mortal body that can grow this tired, this quickly. Plus all the high-running emotions of the day already. ]
[ Close as they are, Alexandrie finds a way to be closer; lets one of her legs slide down so she can wrap it around the back of his and turns her head towards him so she can set her forehead against his, hand still stroking through his hair.
She smiles and huffs her own little breathless laugh, opens her mouth to say something and stops as she registers the little movement of her other hand, the soft rub of her thumb over his, and realizes that not only are their hands are still joined, they've been so with only the barest moment of intermission since he'd taken her hand hours ago at the docks.
It is a fragile sound, soft with awe; something like the first light of the sun through thin fine crystal: ]
No, [ he responds, tired now but also surprised that his fingers haven't cramped up or something similar. He extends his fingers outward but doesn't unlace them from Alexandrie's, just stretches them out before they go back to their earlier position.
He doesn't really know what it means to her, why her voice has gone so soft and fragile. He has suspicions, certainly, but. All he knows for certain is that she offered him her hand and he's been loathe to let go for any reason. ]
I didn't want to, [ Loki sighs into the space between them.
[ It is all the explanation that's needed, for her. To be held because he wants to hold her is enough. She needs nothing more.
She kisses his nose because it is the easiest part of him to kiss, and the comfort of his weight on her added to the lassitude granted by their exertions is making her very disinclined to move indeed.
With a sigh of her own: ]
I did not want you to. [ It's said with a sigh of her own, and then corrected shortly thereafter in a sleepy murmur to ] Do not.
[ It's not possible, of course, to go about their lives connected this way; but it makes her heart quiet, and she will stay like this as long as she is let to. ]
[ Something both heavy and weightless settles in his chest — a bird made of shadows and feelings, perhaps, he thinks sleepily. Feelings he can't look at too closely and shadows he doesn't have the light or the energy to pierce through, but it's all surrounding the way her voice sounds when she's this close to sleep and heavy in his arms, wrapped around him. ]
Will you stay with me? [ He asks, letting his eyes shut. Whatever her answer, he will accept. This was not the path their day was supposed to take. She may have plans other than sleeping what remains of the morning away in this bed.
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His wanting of her hasn't abated at any point during their kissing, their touching, their conversations. Like a tide, it has ebbed and flowed, but her gasping has him shuddering all over again, his cock trapped between their bodies. She licks his bottom lip and he groans, rolling his hips upward into hers, holding her as close as is possible right now as the friction has him groaning. ]
I want you, [ he breathes against her lips. Just in case she thought that might have changed, or heaven forbid, forgot in the last several moments. ]
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The profound injustice of this and her overpowering want of him combine in a squeeze of her teeth, a muffled whine before she opens her mouth to let him go so she can manage an urgent whisper of ]
Yes, I—
please.
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He drags his hips against hers slowly, unable to avoid teasing even though he aches to be inside of her already. Encourages her legs to wrap around his waist, as he reaches between them and presses the head of his cock against the dampness between her legs, rubbing up towards her clit then back down again but not entering her, not yet. ]
Like this?
[ As much as he needs to feel her body around him, he wants to hear her say please once more or learn what other demand or entreat she might make before he does. ]
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Alexandrie needs little encouragement to wrap her legs at his waist. In fact she goes farther, sliding her knees along his sides until they’re just below his shoulder blades, resting her heels against his lower back— a positioning that will help to compensate for his height when he is finished teasing them both— a hazard of bedding the God of Mischief— and one which spreads her farther, unavoidably hot and slick to dripping against his rub. ]
You could make me gasp with only this. Make me writhe beneath you until the only words I know are those for pleading and your name.
[ She waits until Loki’s rhythm takes him upward and drops her hips a little so he will slide across her clit; lets herself ride the spark of it into a low shuddering moan to show him, her hand gripping his.
With words more breath than voice: ]
So yes— like this.
[ She looks up at him, eyes as dark as his with desire, voice a deep and throaty thing. ]
If that is all you want.
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[ That doesn't mean, apparently, that he is going to change what he is doing right away. No, he wants her to ache with wanting as much as he does, so that when he gives in and her body takes his inside she will feel as overwhelmed and overstimulated as possible. He pulls the hand holding hers up above her head as he continues, rolling his hips with every pass along that cluster of nerves. He kisses her lips, her nose, her chin, her throat, biting her there when the desire to just enter her grows too great for him to mitigate otherwise. ]
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[ She'd stretched her head up and to the side when he kissed her throat to offer him more— which means when Loki sinks teeth into her she's in no position to bite back, has no recourse for the tempering of her want of him but oaths and her free hand flying to grip and curve nails into his upper arm like a snake strike. Her heels dig into his back as she pulls herself tighter against his hips with her legs, letting out a hoarse little cry each time he rolls them against her. ]
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Now, he needs to be inside of her now, and thus he licks at the side of her neck where he's bitten her as he brushes his thumb along the wet and hard nub of skin and nerve endings he's been teasing, wrapping the rest of his fingers around himself so that he is lined up and ready to enter her. More kisses, across her shoulder and up towards her ear; he licks the shell of it, nose buried in her hair, as he snaps his hips forward in a desperate wanting to be entirely within her in as direct a movement as possible. ]
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She had been half right, when she spoke of what language would remain to her. She cannot remember please; all she has as her fingers scrabble for a hold on his shoulder and she turns her head towards his to kiss whatever of it she can reach is a helpless gasping ]
Loki—!
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The goal is to drive her mad or something like it, to be overstimulating and relentless — at least for now. ]
Alexandrie [ comes out as more groan than proper word as he kisses her. Pull, pinch, thrust and again and again. ]
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Her kisses in the time she seeks after him are becoming messy and desperate, her legs tremble against his back, slowly start to slide a little as their muscles stop obeying her commands and she can only weakly try to meet his thrusts— but try she does, helpless to do anything but strain against him seeking more. ]
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Will you fall apart for me, min hvite sommerfugl? [ He rotates his hips in a tight, small circle against her but still doesn't pull back. Now his hand comes up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing against her cheekbone. ] I would like to see it.
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But that's not what Loki means.
There's an answer for him when her eyes squeeze shut on a cracked and breathy wanting sound when he rubs against her and her body clenches tight around him, when she raises and tilts her face to try to catch his thumb between her teeth.
And another when she opens her eyes again to look into his and whisper ]
Já.
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You feel so good [ is whispered against her skin before he tosses his head back to get his hair out of his face, hand at her cheek shifting to cup her jaw as he leans in for another kiss. He pulls his hips back, granting her some slow friction before he presses in again, just as sharp and quick as before. ][ ]
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[ She means to say something else, something of the way he feels, but before she can a small pocket in the corner of her heart that has been quiet for some time now finishes the thought with missed you. That gasp is different than the rest. Surprised. Hurt. The brief tense of her body a recoil; pain rather than pleasure.
Alexandrie shakes her head quickly, moves the hand that grips Loki's shoulder to cup his cheek and brush a thumb across it, spread fingers back into his hair. Finds the strength to tighten her legs and lift her head so she can kiss him quick and hard before letting herself fall back into the pillows. ]
I am all right, [ she whispers, urgent, smiling even though her eyes shine. ] I am all right. Keep going. I want this.
[ A single tear escapes quickly into her hair, a reaction to the feelings behind the words faster than she can form them to speak. ]
I want you.
[ Another falls. ]
I know who you are.
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It takes a moment for what she's said to really hit him, but once it does he gasps a little against her lips. 'I know who you are,' she says, and he wonders if she might be the only one who truly does in this place.
Some days he barely knows himself.
So he nods, presses their foreheads together, and moves, the motion of his hips gentler but only by a matter of degrees. He pulls them away a little just to snap forward again, kissing her arm where his cheek brushes against it as he moves. He doesn't know how to tell her how perfect she is, how he'll gladly be in her orbit for the chance for this, and so he doesn't try except for how sweet his kisses are when they land, scattered across her face. ]
I would do anything for you, [ comes to his mouth against hers, whispered and unbidden in its raw honesty. Once it's said he can't take it back and he doesn't even begin to try. Instead, he keeps with the relentless pace, and soft kisses, breathing in the scent of their skin together. ]
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Then his whisper against her mouth, his words of anything, and she wants so much to give him what he'd asked for.
Alexandrie knows how to break beautifully, how to make a fine calculated display of herself to make a lover proud. She doesn't want that. She wants to come undone for him, unravel in his arms, show him how much she is already his. And so rather than clenching around him, arching, letting her breath heave beneath her breasts, parting her lips just so, she opens for him. Gives up the little control she has from the grip of her knees and lets them fall from their hold at his side so she can farther spread her thighs. Slowly changes the angle of her hips until she finds what lets him deepest, means with every thrust he hits a place in her that makes her shudder. Tries to catch and keep his lips long enough to murmur her ask of his anything against them: ]
Take me. Keep me. Let me be yours.
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Loki smiles, leans in and kisses her, bites at her lips, brushes his nose against hers and breathes and moans and shudders but holds on, waiting to see her unmade and undone.
There aren't clearly words, at this point, from Loki. ]
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And then he moves against her and the look changes swiftly, eyes snapping wide in surprise and rolling upwards as her eyelids flutter down. Half a breath later she is grabbing urgently for his shoulder, the gasp that accompanies the movement markedly different than the other sounds he’s heard. A high sharp oh for his next thrust, higher for the one after, and then she’s dropped two octaves on a long full throated moan and her hands are clenching where she holds him, body pulsing around him as her head flings back and she arches up against him, shattering in ecstasy. ]
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He knows that, honestly, has told her even, but it strikes him again all the same as she clenches around him. She watched him with such care, such focus, that Loki feels he must do his levelbest to do the same. To witness and memorize the twist of her features in light of her orgasm, to put a hand against her cheek and breathe with her through it, still moving.
Loki can feel his own impending undoing building at the base of his spine. It's such an easy thing as he watches her face, to let go, to shudder against her and into release. To press his forehead to hers, to groan as it overtakes him, to kiss her in those last few moments of conscious thought before his brain achieves a white out condition. ]
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But she manages. Slides the hand that gripped his shoulder to help his head to settle near hers and pull slow fingers repetitively through his hair; because more than reveling in her own dreamy lassitude she wants to make herself a home for Loki— she wants to be a place that he will stay. ]
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Well. [ He kisses her cheek, brushes his nose against her temple. ] You've thoroughly exhausted me.
[ If he sounds a little surprised perhaps he can be forgiven, considering this is his first orgasm in a mortal body that can grow this tired, this quickly. Plus all the high-running emotions of the day already. ]
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She smiles and huffs her own little breathless laugh, opens her mouth to say something and stops as she registers the little movement of her other hand, the soft rub of her thumb over his, and realizes that not only are their hands are still joined, they've been so with only the barest moment of intermission since he'd taken her hand hours ago at the docks.
It is a fragile sound, soft with awe; something like the first light of the sun through thin fine crystal: ]
You did not let go.
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He doesn't really know what it means to her, why her voice has gone so soft and fragile. He has suspicions, certainly, but. All he knows for certain is that she offered him her hand and he's been loathe to let go for any reason. ]
I didn't want to, [ Loki sighs into the space between them.
Like that's all the explanation that's needed. ]
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She kisses his nose because it is the easiest part of him to kiss, and the comfort of his weight on her added to the lassitude granted by their exertions is making her very disinclined to move indeed.
With a sigh of her own: ]
I did not want you to. [ It's said with a sigh of her own, and then corrected shortly thereafter in a sleepy murmur to ] Do not.
[ It's not possible, of course, to go about their lives connected this way; but it makes her heart quiet, and she will stay like this as long as she is let to. ]
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Will you stay with me? [ He asks, letting his eyes shut. Whatever her answer, he will accept. This was not the path their day was supposed to take. She may have plans other than sleeping what remains of the morning away in this bed.
He hopes she doesn't. ]
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