[ Loki places his palm over the back of her hand that rests against his cheek, basking in the warmth of her palm for a brief moment. Then, he draws her hand away and lifts it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles. ]
Neither do I, [ he says quietly, meeting her gaze. He needs her to know this, believe this. Loki cannot even remember his first sexual encounter with another person, not even the gender, but he knows it's unlikely to be the same with Wanda, human as she is.
He takes a half-step backward, inviting her to step toward him. If she cannot walk, then he will carry her, but he will not assume -- would not want that to be assumed of him were their positions reversed. ]
no subject
Neither do I, [ he says quietly, meeting her gaze. He needs her to know this, believe this. Loki cannot even remember his first sexual encounter with another person, not even the gender, but he knows it's unlikely to be the same with Wanda, human as she is.
He takes a half-step backward, inviting her to step toward him. If she cannot walk, then he will carry her, but he will not assume -- would not want that to be assumed of him were their positions reversed. ]
Come. I will handle breakfast.