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Post by Teja on Oct 24, 2011 0:40:16 GMT -5
"Mmm- oooh, Loki-"
This was nice. This was all very nice. Lukas Ashton was a pretty and somewhat Manic Pixie Dream Guy sort of politician and then he turned out to be a blue alien with sexy markings and then he turned out to be the god of her dreams - damaged as shit but very nicely packaged and madly in love with her. It didn't matter if it was only four days in, she rationalized, since she'd been in love with him before she'd even developed a proper sex drive-
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Oct 24, 2011 0:42:27 GMT -5
"Mmm- do you like that-"
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Post by Teja on Oct 24, 2011 0:52:58 GMT -5
"I like everything-" she gasped, putting her hand over his and guiding it up past the band of her thigh-high stocking.
Making out on a Norse god's couch at 9:30 pm when you had to work at 8 o'clock the next morning? No big deal. All she had to do was wake up before 8, wake him, ask him to put time out, sleep till when she pleased, and go to work whenever she wanted. They had all the time in the world. They were unstoppable. Not that they had plans beyond teaching Loki what those things she'd picked up for him at the drugstore were - yet-
She'd stopped for half a footlong at Subway (he was very delighted by sandwiches - she, by his very delight) and they'd spent the rest of the day discussing things - what he'd spoken of with Veidt, what she'd told Megan, what mutants were - and discovering that Loki really didn't have any problems with money, as they'd strolled through the expensive boutiques that sold men's clothing so he could pick out a few new suits and eight scarves and four pairs of 200 dollar sunglasses. And then had come changing at her place into something so they could go out to dinner, which had included a show that she only found out, to her shock (she laughed, for no better reaction occurred to her), while in the car ride home, had been entirely instigated by her boyfriend's ability to control Midgardians like puppets, and complete disregard for the concept of free will.
She'd spent another twenty minutes cheering him up after she got pouty and pointed out that of all the beings in the nine realms, he ought to be more enamored of free will than anybody.
He was so beautiful, so needy, so totally, shamefully doable when he was upset. Well, her mind was made up.
She still hadn't explained to him what a condom was, but she had told him it was a present for him. Sure, she could have followed Plan A, the pill, but that took about a month to kick in, and she might be sane in a month...
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Oct 24, 2011 0:58:03 GMT -5
He curved his fingers under the edge of the stocking and plucked at it curiously, then eased his hand over the little exposed patch of her thigh.
"Your indiscriminacy is truly wonderful sometimes-"
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Post by Teja on Oct 24, 2011 1:00:22 GMT -5
"You think I'm indiscriminate? Do you think I would let anyone else do this? You're my god-"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Oct 24, 2011 1:05:43 GMT -5
"And what would you like next-"
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Post by Teja on Oct 24, 2011 1:08:10 GMT -5
She took his hands and guided them back to the zipper of her dress.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Oct 24, 2011 1:10:44 GMT -5
"Ah-"
His breath quickened.
"Are you saying-"
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Post by Teja on Oct 24, 2011 1:12:31 GMT -5
She nodded, almost a little solemnly.
"Do you remember I said I had a present for you?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Oct 24, 2011 1:17:14 GMT -5
"Yes-"
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Post by Teja on Oct 24, 2011 1:20:24 GMT -5
She reached for her purse, somewhat - alright, heavily - disheveled, and proudly handed him the box of condoms.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Oct 24, 2011 1:24:29 GMT -5
"...what?"
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Post by Teja on Oct 24, 2011 1:28:40 GMT -5
"...you put them on for the duration and I don't get pregnant!"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Oct 24, 2011 1:31:50 GMT -5
"You mean you-"
He couldn't finish. He pulled her close, gasping and pressing his mouth to her beautiful hair.
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Post by Teja on Oct 24, 2011 1:35:44 GMT -5
....she wasn't sure how to react. Surely this was not the expected response.
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