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Post by Loki Odinsson on Jun 14, 2015 20:02:26 GMT -5
He kissed her deeply, open-mouthed and greedy, one hand grasping her by the hair and pushing her mouth against his. When they parted again, he took her face in his hands and did it again, remaining with his forehead against hers for a moment afterward as he caught his breath.
"I love you. Whatever else this world may make of me, you are my favorite, you're mine-"
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Jun 14, 2015 20:15:33 GMT -5
Post by Teja on Jun 14, 2015 20:15:33 GMT -5
"I'm your favorite?"
It was obvious, wasn't it? No other woman had ever even loved him, as far as she knew, yet somehow the intimacy of that suggested something much deeper than him merely latching onto the first thing that fell at his feet.
She was open-mouthed and still breathing more heavily, her hips rocking back against him, although both of her knees were on one side of his leg, and she was not straddling him. She had thought that she had not desired him like this since early in their courtship; now she realized she'd never desired him, or anyone, like this. Her body felt like fire. She was dimly shy about the prospect of him bending her over again and being able to get a glimpse at her panties.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Jun 14, 2015 20:33:03 GMT -5
"Yes, darling, yes-"
He pulled her body against his, rough and grasping.
"The whole world will know-"
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Jun 14, 2015 21:03:20 GMT -5
Post by Teja on Jun 14, 2015 21:03:20 GMT -5
She twisted away from him, not escaping his grasp.
"I don't want the world to know-"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Jun 14, 2015 21:09:27 GMT -5
He pulled her closer again.
"Then you can be my little secret-"
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Jun 14, 2015 21:16:57 GMT -5
Post by Teja on Jun 14, 2015 21:16:57 GMT -5
"As long as I'm yours," she said, voice somewhere between a purr and a frightened gasp.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Jun 14, 2015 21:57:30 GMT -5
"Do you want to belong to me?" He wanted to unglamour himself, but he couldn't with his armor on; the little spurs that formed at the back of his shoulderblades would have hurt too much like this. He pulled her wrist to his mouth and prodded the scraped flesh with his tongue anyway, savoring the slight salt of her skin mixed with just the barest iron taste from where his fangs had scratched her deep.
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Jun 14, 2015 21:59:12 GMT -5
Post by Teja on Jun 14, 2015 21:59:12 GMT -5
"Make me yours-"
The urgency in her own voice frightened her.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Jun 14, 2015 22:06:17 GMT -5
"You are mine, you've always been mine- you were mine before I ever knew you-"
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Jun 14, 2015 22:10:38 GMT -5
Post by Teja on Jun 14, 2015 22:10:38 GMT -5
"Yes-" She was trembling now.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Jun 14, 2015 22:21:41 GMT -5
Loki undid the fastenings of her dress while continuing to go at her sweet wrist with his mouth, slid it up and over her head as well as he could.
"I love you- I love you more than worlds- more than thrones-"
He laughed suddenly, breathless and blinking.
"To imagine- to have all three- to have you, to have you- you are my greatest treasure- to have you and-"
He pulled away from her wrist long enough to finish pulling off her dress.
"I love you, I love you, I love you-"
He stood, carrying her with him and kissing her devouringly.
"Let me have you, my darling- my sparrow, my priestess- tell me who I am, Teja, tell me who I am-"
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Jun 14, 2015 22:42:29 GMT -5
Post by Teja on Jun 14, 2015 22:42:29 GMT -5
"My Loki, my god, my king," she answered back, the words nearly smothered against his demanding lips.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Jun 15, 2015 22:16:38 GMT -5
"Your god, your king- undress me-"
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Jun 15, 2015 23:30:31 GMT -5
Post by Teja on Jun 15, 2015 23:30:31 GMT -5
She had been put on her feet again, but she could only press up against him and whine while looking up at him through her eyelids that he was teasing her, she didn't know how to undress him.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Jun 15, 2015 23:35:12 GMT -5
"Oh- never mind that- here, I'll show you-"
The contrast to his first time letting her see him- hell, letting her touch him- was stark. He brought her hands to his fastenings, guided them along (the whole thing a little hampered, though not unpleasantly, by the amount of kisses and heated comments and pinching and touching this provoked).
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