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 herβ and the close and intimate press of forehead and hand and kissβ 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 Lokiβ 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: β]
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 β 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.
[ The question makes her chest tighten, and somehow also her heart swell; the first because perhaps it means that people don't stayβ or that he doesn'tβ and the second because if the first is true it means he wants things to be different here with her.
And that he trusts her.
Alexandrie noses a little closer, lets her eyes shut too, and breathes out ]
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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 Lokiβ 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: β]
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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And that he trusts her.
Alexandrie noses a little closer, lets her eyes shut too, and breathes out ]
Yes.
I would like that very much.