The fact is, Loki might not be able to stop talking to her after this. He’s only met one person before who could read him so well, who knew how to get to the heart of him and expose him, and he’s his best friend now. Even if this is a one off in terms of sex, Natasha may have just earned herself a new friend, whether she likes it or not.
With how this is going so far though, he really hopes this isn’t a one off. He already knows he’ll have difficulty not wanting her again. It’s like because they can read each other so well, it’s making all of this much more intense, heightening the pleasure he’s already feeling. He’s quickly discovering that he’s not just physically attracted to her, but as she pushes herself into his lap further, she’ll at least be able to feel one of those.
Loki has never heard his magic described in such a way before. Many have been impressed by his abilities before, even when they did not like how he used them, but having someone actually be able to sense it is new and wonderful and unlike anything he ever thought possible. For once, Loki is rendered speechless, at least in terms of an adequate response.
In return, Loki is finding he cannot help but be attracted to her strength and intelligence. It practically rolls off her in waves. How she may look on the outside delicate and feminine, he can see the truth of her, how she has built herself up from a past that no one should ever have had to endure. He doesn’t know all the details, but is aware that she has a dark past. In part, as he had journeyed along his own path of redemption, he had modelled himself after her. Even the brief time they had known each other before, it had shown him that he could still be himself and be good. That combined with having people around him that believed he could change as well really improved his life.
As she moves, her mouth drawing goose-flesh from every inch it touched, his grip tightens on her thighs as he attempts not to rock up against her. He wants to, he very much wants to, but he’s trying not to appear overly desperate. He grins when she speaks, a small shiver running through him as her warm breath ghosts over his ear. “If it had not been for my illusionary magic, you and your friends might have seen more of me than you would’ve liked that first night. Of course, maybe you would have very much liked to see that.” There’s a note of teasing in his voice, but it is purely playful.
He easily moves to allow her to remove his shirt before sliding his hands up her body to cup at her breasts, his eyes slowly dragging up her body to make eye contact again. He almost laughs, a small huff of breath the only sign of his amusement. “I am glad you think so. I have always thought he was much too muscular, but that is the fashion for Asgard.” Loki doesn’t much compare himself to Thor anymore. He’s come to realize that not everyone wants blond and muscle bound, not that he doesn’t work on keeping himself fit as well. “But please, enough about my brother. I would rather not think of him right now.”
With that, he leans in and licks gently over one of her nipples before sucking it softly into his mouth, hoping that this time it will be her making some noises.
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With how this is going so far though, he really hopes this isn’t a one off. He already knows he’ll have difficulty not wanting her again. It’s like because they can read each other so well, it’s making all of this much more intense, heightening the pleasure he’s already feeling. He’s quickly discovering that he’s not just physically attracted to her, but as she pushes herself into his lap further, she’ll at least be able to feel one of those.
Loki has never heard his magic described in such a way before. Many have been impressed by his abilities before, even when they did not like how he used them, but having someone actually be able to sense it is new and wonderful and unlike anything he ever thought possible. For once, Loki is rendered speechless, at least in terms of an adequate response.
In return, Loki is finding he cannot help but be attracted to her strength and intelligence. It practically rolls off her in waves. How she may look on the outside delicate and feminine, he can see the truth of her, how she has built herself up from a past that no one should ever have had to endure. He doesn’t know all the details, but is aware that she has a dark past. In part, as he had journeyed along his own path of redemption, he had modelled himself after her. Even the brief time they had known each other before, it had shown him that he could still be himself and be good. That combined with having people around him that believed he could change as well really improved his life.
As she moves, her mouth drawing goose-flesh from every inch it touched, his grip tightens on her thighs as he attempts not to rock up against her. He wants to, he very much wants to, but he’s trying not to appear overly desperate. He grins when she speaks, a small shiver running through him as her warm breath ghosts over his ear. “If it had not been for my illusionary magic, you and your friends might have seen more of me than you would’ve liked that first night. Of course, maybe you would have very much liked to see that.” There’s a note of teasing in his voice, but it is purely playful.
He easily moves to allow her to remove his shirt before sliding his hands up her body to cup at her breasts, his eyes slowly dragging up her body to make eye contact again. He almost laughs, a small huff of breath the only sign of his amusement. “I am glad you think so. I have always thought he was much too muscular, but that is the fashion for Asgard.” Loki doesn’t much compare himself to Thor anymore. He’s come to realize that not everyone wants blond and muscle bound, not that he doesn’t work on keeping himself fit as well. “But please, enough about my brother. I would rather not think of him right now.”
With that, he leans in and licks gently over one of her nipples before sucking it softly into his mouth, hoping that this time it will be her making some noises.