[ The sobriety is short-lived; he huffs out the ghost of a laugh. She looks at him with such adoration and Loki doesn't know what to do with the responsibility. Probably shouldn't try to think too hard on it, he'll ruin the moment-- he is at least self-aware to recognize this.
So he cups her cheek instead, tracing the curve of her jaw with his thumb. He brushes the corner of her lips, and it is messy and real, and leans down to reclaim her mouth with his own in a gentle kiss of apology, unmindful of tasting himself. ]
I did, [ he murmurs, withdrawing just enough to speak. He can feel it-- her need rekindled, and rekindling him in turn. ] But we're not quite done yet, are we?
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So he cups her cheek instead, tracing the curve of her jaw with his thumb. He brushes the corner of her lips, and it is messy and real, and leans down to reclaim her mouth with his own in a gentle kiss of apology, unmindful of tasting himself. ]
I did, [ he murmurs, withdrawing just enough to speak. He can feel it-- her need rekindled, and rekindling him in turn. ] But we're not quite done yet, are we?