New York Calling
Jun 24, 2015 17:05:24 GMT -5
Post by Teja on Jun 24, 2015 17:05:24 GMT -5
Teja subduedly re-dressed herself, still trying to get her bearings. Loki was, not surprisingly, swaggering around like the cat who caught the canary, speaking in a pleased drawl and being physically intimate with her in a possessive way - she could tell he was enjoying this, and that it was, if not sexually then in general, fuelling his equal enjoyment of his newly claimed godhood. He disappeared to greet his adoring public, and she had the feeling he would be gone most of the day, from the way he prepared himself for it. He took a kiss before he left, and took was really the only word she could think of.
She was starting to feel overwhelmed, but not in an entirely good way.
She'd wanted this, or at least this sort of thing, and getting any of it was exhilarating - but Loki wasn't quite doing it right, or at least not in the way that was right for her. She didn't know how to address it, though; he was enjoying himself too much. She respected Loki, she liked him, but it was difficult to really view him as an authority figure. It was, of course, not necessary to be an authority figure to engage in kinky sex in the dominant position, and Teja felt that Loki would be comfortable either role-playing or taking on a dominant role with her permanently. But she didn't think she would ever be more than role-playing with him. He couldn't be taken seriously in that role.
But especially now of all times it would crush Loki to hear those words, particularly from her, no matter how innocent or neutral her intentions.
Teja collapsed on their couch with a frustrated sigh and turned on their television out of nervous habit, not really being a television watcher - Loki was the only one who tended to earnestly watch tv. Her posture straightened, then stiffened; Loki was on tv.
As the interview unraveled, the enormity of what happened shook her. She turned it off in shock, and all of a sudden found herself crying.
She collected herself, but no course of action presented itself to her. Usually she would vent to David, who would blink in a calming way and smile fixedly and tell her it would be "all right, ma'am"; but David was, of course, currently in Greece with Adrian Veidt.
Of course, she could call Adrian Veidt...
She was starting to feel overwhelmed, but not in an entirely good way.
She'd wanted this, or at least this sort of thing, and getting any of it was exhilarating - but Loki wasn't quite doing it right, or at least not in the way that was right for her. She didn't know how to address it, though; he was enjoying himself too much. She respected Loki, she liked him, but it was difficult to really view him as an authority figure. It was, of course, not necessary to be an authority figure to engage in kinky sex in the dominant position, and Teja felt that Loki would be comfortable either role-playing or taking on a dominant role with her permanently. But she didn't think she would ever be more than role-playing with him. He couldn't be taken seriously in that role.
But especially now of all times it would crush Loki to hear those words, particularly from her, no matter how innocent or neutral her intentions.
Teja collapsed on their couch with a frustrated sigh and turned on their television out of nervous habit, not really being a television watcher - Loki was the only one who tended to earnestly watch tv. Her posture straightened, then stiffened; Loki was on tv.
As the interview unraveled, the enormity of what happened shook her. She turned it off in shock, and all of a sudden found herself crying.
She collected herself, but no course of action presented itself to her. Usually she would vent to David, who would blink in a calming way and smile fixedly and tell her it would be "all right, ma'am"; but David was, of course, currently in Greece with Adrian Veidt.
Of course, she could call Adrian Veidt...