[ With the shift in the nature of their relationship, Loki no longer finds necessity in tempering the attraction Wanda so effortlessly invokes. His eyes follow the flowing line of her chosen attire, unabashedly appreciating the artful shadowing of curves and cloth against her skin -- what they promise beneath. He rolls his lower lip beneath his teeth, even as something quiet stirs in the back of his skull. ]
That sounds suspiciously like a challenge, [ he says, flashing her a crooked smile as he offers her his hand, to help her rise. Mere seconds later, the quiet stirring clicks; Loki's smile falters as disquiet swirls in his stomach. ]
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That sounds suspiciously like a challenge, [ he says, flashing her a crooked smile as he offers her his hand, to help her rise. Mere seconds later, the quiet stirring clicks; Loki's smile falters as disquiet swirls in his stomach. ]
Was that... your first time?