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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 18, 2014 1:43:32 GMT -5
"I could," Loki said casually, "but I should hate waking up beside a stranger when this is the face I've come to treasure so dearly…"
He was winding his fingers into her hair again, and when they had come close enough to her scalp he gave a little tug.
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Post by Teja on Sept 18, 2014 1:48:09 GMT -5
She smacked his hand away with a little sharp noise, but she put her arms around him again anyway. It didn't make her feel all that much better about how she looked, but then again, she supposed Loki felt the same way about her as she felt about him - sometimes he was embarrassing, and she was aware of his flaws, like being occasionally too skinny or of carrying himself unflatteringly and lying around on the couch like a dead fish on a grill, but the particular things she found painfully attractive still had their appeal to her, and she had seen him so often now she couldn't separate the sight of him from a sense of attraction or of happiness in her mind.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 18, 2014 2:03:29 GMT -5
Something slid into his hand from within his sleeve, and with one arm still around Teja he opened a butterfly knife with the other. He held his arm aloft and away from her, watching her reaction.
"Don't fuss now. I'm not going to do anything."
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Post by Teja on Sept 18, 2014 2:10:13 GMT -5
Assuming don't fuss meant also not to make a noise, she went quiet and still, but her eyes were enormous.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 18, 2014 2:16:59 GMT -5
"Are you frightened?"
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Post by Teja on Sept 18, 2014 2:17:26 GMT -5
"Of you?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 18, 2014 2:22:09 GMT -5
"How far does your curiosity extend?"
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Post by Teja on Sept 18, 2014 2:24:28 GMT -5
"I don't want you slicing me open like Herbert von Krolock was asking after," she said a little peevishly, stealing a glance at the knife. She suddenly wondered if he was asking her about rape fantasies, and she wasn't able to mentally process beyond the awkwardness of that.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 18, 2014 2:26:49 GMT -5
"Heavens, no," he said, folding it abruptly and looking genuinely shocked by the idea. "The mess aside, your pretty skin might never recover its former charms."
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Post by Teja on Sept 18, 2014 2:28:17 GMT -5
"Then what? Some sort of...." She couldn't get the word out. "Ravishment enactment thing?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 18, 2014 2:29:09 GMT -5
"What-"
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Post by Teja on Sept 18, 2014 2:30:12 GMT -5
"What did you take the knife out for?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 18, 2014 21:08:32 GMT -5
"It's more a matter of proximity," he said, moving in to kiss her again while pressing the flat of the blade gently against her shoulder. "The idea..."
He pushed the idea of throwing her down and holding the blade to her throat instead as far back as he possibly could.
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Post by Teja on Sept 18, 2014 21:11:35 GMT -5
"Well, if you'r enot doing anything with it," she argued against his lips, in a low voice, "it seems a little superfluous..."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 18, 2014 21:13:43 GMT -5
"What, like this..."
He turned it slowly, until the edge was at her skin, and just barely scraped it against her, too gently to cut.
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