[They have been close in the past, but this is different, like the night they'd both accidentally fallen asleep on her chaise. Choice rather than fate. Wanda leans shamelessly into his touch, eyes sliding shut in bliss as her free hand comes up to rest on Loki's. This is what she wanted, the culmination of the unspoken something their growing trust and affection has blossomed into.
It feels like her heart might hammer out of her chest, but this sudden intimacy has given her courage. Wanda opens her eyes to look up into his, taking a small step closer. Her gaze is utterly lovestruck. She feels so exposed now, but as usual, there's an odd kind of safety in her vulnerability with him.]
I trust your heart. [Slowly Wanda turns her head to press a kiss to Loki's palm.] I love you.
[ Despite all his mental hemming and hawing, Loki feels an almost otherworldly defiance to live in the moment. Her admission rekindles the hearth in his chest, its warmth a reminder of matters undeniable. Brushing loose strands of Wanda's hair behind her ear, he smiles wryly and sighs. ]
Against the caution of many if they knew.
[ But Wanda is sharp -- sharp enough to trust his heart, upon which Loki has acted more often than not no matter how much he'd like to claim otherwise. ]
[An answering warmth only grows in Wanda's own chest the more he touches her and the longer this moment extends. Loki displays no interest in stopping or slowing down and so it only feels natural for Wanda to mirror him and lay a gentle hand on his own cheek.]
I don't care. I only want you.
[Her thumb traces gentle arcs over Loki's cheekbone. His skin is soft, softer than she'd imagined, and slightly cool. Slowly, to give him ample time to stop her if he wishes, Wanda closes the distance between them. The height difference doesn't intimidate her - if anything, she feels perfectly safe in his presence. And if Loki lets her, she'll rise on her tiptoes to finally kiss him properly.]
[ Understanding her intent, Loki cups her jaw and meets her halfway. His kiss is gentle, but certain -- an encouragement. 'Yes, this is the right choice' because he doesn't want her to reconsider, not after they've come this far. He has always handled rejection so poorly.
Before parting, he tugs softly on her bottom lip, savoring the taste of fruit, chocolate, and her on his tongue. The heat in his chest radiates like an old comfort, as if he were returning to something from so long ago that he cannot remember it.
He withdraws just far enough to search her eyes for validation. Her own certainty. ]
[Any doubts Wanda had about whether this was what Loki wanted too are soundly banished. She lets go of his hand to wrap an arm around him instead, pulling him as close as she can and melting into the kiss. Oh, this was definitely the right choice. She can feel their bond glowing in her heart and mind, a sister channel to what she used to share with Pietro. Loki feels like home, like the warmth of a fireplace.
A soft sound escapes her as they part, both from the sensation of Loki sucking on her lip and a deep reluctance to let this end. Wanda leans into him for balance but she doesn't let him go, not even to settle back on her heels.]
Loki...
[Wanda's flushed and breathless and certain in her need to be close to Loki again. It's not fair that she hasn't had a chance to taste him too, so after another breath she closes the distance between them again, tongue darting out to trace the seam of his lips.]
[ Turns out he doesn't need to search her eyes at all; her voice carries enough conviction for them both. His response is fluid, as if there were no other conceivable option but to place his palm on the small of her waist and draw her closer, allowing just enough time for her to sample his lips before he claims her mouth in a kiss both confident and thorough.
Their bodies pressed together feels like the most natural thing -- two puzzle pieces in an incomprehensibly vast universe that somehow managed to find each other and fit. He wants more. The desire hits him so suddenly that a moan escapes into her, unbidden, and he withdraws once more. ]
Wanda. [ Breathless, pointless. What is there to say? So, so much -- and what a convoluted mess it would be. He cannot-- cannot say those three words held so precious across multiple worlds. Not right now, not even as it burns beneath his ribs. That isn't him -- and so Loki is, in this moment, genuine.
Gazing down at her, quietly struggling to contain that ethereal passion, a thought pops into his mind. The corners of his lips twitch with amusement. ]
You ought to stop using that name or you'll draw suspicion on us.
[Right now nothing needs to be said - Wanda can feel him, and that's enough. She tilts her head back to grant Loki better access, yielding to his greater experience and letting him claim her as thoroughly as he wants. It's the most natural thing in the world: Wanda is his, and Loki is hers. But despite how perfectly she fits against him and how closely he holds her, Wanda still wants more.
She does not want to let him go, and even as she settles back on her heels she stays as close to Loki as she can. There's seating in the living room that's much more conducive to making out but that would require moving. Everything in Wanda is screaming at her to stay close, to not let Loki slip away, to steal just one more moment in his arms.
It really is like falling all at once.]
No one can hear us. [Tenderly, Wanda strokes one cheek and presses another soft kiss to the other. Behind his back, she wiggles her fingers and the curtains slide shut.] And now no one can see us.
[ His smile takes on a smug hue, the entirety of his countenance resembling that of a cat playing with its catch. Indulgence is inevitable. The matter is simply when.
Loki leans into the crook of Wanda's neck, lightly tracing the line of her contralateral jaw with his knuckles. ]
See us do what, I wonder. [ Said lowly, aloofly as his lips barely brush the surface of her skin with each word spoken. A tease, mostly -- but also an offer to set her boundaries. This is an entirely new context for them, and while he might feel comfortable hazarding a guess, there is greater value in not fucking this up. ]
[Wanda shivers at his touch, a soft moan escaping her. What indeed. She'd be perfectly happy to continue as they are, but Loki's not wrong in his assumptions that she also wants more.]
Maybe things we should not do in a kitchen. [She shivers again, clutching at him. His touch has made her bold.] If you're sure you want this.
[This is her biggest fear, that tomorrow Loki's mind will fall out of sync with his heart and he'll pull away from her again. That would be the surest way to fuck this up. Wanda would much rather wait until Loki's absolutely sure - she can't just pretend that nothing has changed between them and go back to the way it was.
Poor Loki, so worried about rejection when reality is...quite the opposite. There are other concerns, protection chief among them, but there's no point in asking him about it if this is going to be a stumbling block.]
[ A challenge? His lips spread into a devious smile against her neck. ]
Sounds like our criteria for propriety may be misaligned.
[ With damnable fluidity, he scoops Wanda into his arms. Her fear is, unfortunately, an accurate assessment of Loki's character, and not the aspect of concern to himself. Naturally. ]
Shall the living room suffice? [ he asks, scanning the area of interest with that same smug look. ]
[It's less a matter of propriety and more that she's expected to cook here later, but the protest dies on her lips as Loki scoops her up. Wanda's arms wind around his neck and she can't help but laugh. It's thrilling how easily he carries her, as if she weighs no more than a bag of feathers.
This time it's her turn to nuzzle into his neck and slowly kiss her way up to his jaw.]
We don't cook in the living room. [Her tone is teasing, but but her smile fades to something more serious when she pulls back. That wasn't an answer.] I mean it. Are you sure?
[Wanda's losing her will to protest. She knows Loki wants her in this moment, that her kisses aren't unwelcome, and the temptation to let that be enough is great. She wants so badly to just surrender to what they clearly both want.]
Loki pauses, conflict brewing in his core. If Wanda is asking again, then it means she's looking for an answer he hasn't given -- something coveted by many. Commitment.
Something he naturally shies away from. Something he just cannot truthfully give her right now, even though he isn't planning or even looking to pursue anyone else. That he feels conflicted at all about answering her is, in itself, a testament to the value with which he holds her -- that he would not simply lie to get what he wants or press on, knowing that she would give into the carnal temptations of the present -- but.
She'll feel it: the collapse of his chest with a sigh as disquiet whispers impending rejection, not registering that the weight of his hesitance is its own flavor of. His lips part to reply, but his gaze remains on the room. ]
Is it not astonishing how heavily three words can weigh? [ Loki looks down at her, somber. ] What are you asking of me?
[ Because despite his strong suspicion, he still hopes for a different answer. ]
[No, not rejection, never rejection. Wanda clutches Loki tighter and rests a hand on his cheek in an attempt to reassure him. She started this, and after reaching for him, kissing him, and telling Loki she loves him, she's not going to snatch it all away unless he tells her to stop.]
I am yours if you want me to be. Only yours. [It feels like she can't breathe as she strokes his cheek and searches his expression for a glimmer of hope. What they have is so fragile.] Is that all right? I want to show you how wrong they were, but not just tonight. Tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that.
[Wanda knows him too well, knows that it would take a small miracle for Loki to say that he loves her so soon. But is it such a stretch to ask him to claim what she freely offers? All she really wants is to hear him say that she is his; Wanda would never have expected Loki to offer himself in return not five minutes after their first kiss.
He gains a lover tonight if they continue, whatever he wants to call her, and if he doesn't want her to become much freer in her affection in the days to come she needs to know now, before it hurts them both. It would still sting, but better to slow down now.
Loki is far too important to her to screw this up.]
[ Taken aback by her distress, his brows furrow as she speaks. 'Is that all right?' Such a question. This level of devotion -- that someone would ever want to be his, let alone deny his monstrosity -- renders him speechless. Weeks and months ago, Loki would have dismissed them as words alone, either lies or perceived truths, but now he trusts her. Actually depends on her as one of the rare things he can look forward to.
Eyes closing, he exhales a long, steady breath and leans into her palm. A smile erupts just a second later, accompanied by a huff of laughter and a shake of his head. There is fondness in his eyes when he looks at her. ]
Oh, the tricks I'd be accused of -- but that won't matter because you'll be mine, won't you? [ he asks, reaffirming her offer with an edge of primal possessiveness in his voice. His. Such a barbaric way of looking at it, and yet so viscerally satisfying that his grip on her tightens just the bit. ]
[Wanda's breath catches in her throat, eyes widening and lips parting. His words call to the most primal parts of their bond and something deep within Wanda herself that has always belonged to someone in one way or another. It's one thing to say that she is his...and another thing entirely to hear Loki confirm it in a voice that makes her stomach flip.
His scarlet witch. Yes, this is right, this is the way things were meant to be...
Wanda's hand moves to clutch at Loki's coat to pull them even closer as she kisses him again. It's passionate and slow, a moment of indulgence. This is her surrender and her point of no return. Maybe one day he will be hers too, but this is enough.]
Always, [she murmurs against his lips, so reluctant to pull away. Male, female, Jotun...it doesn't matter. Her heart is his.]
[ More than willing to indulge, Loki matches her passionate and slow kiss, but she needn't worry about pulling away. No sooner has the word left her lips than his are on hers again, this time with a raw hunger unlocked by indulging in that primal flame lit by verbally claiming her.
When he breaks away, it's more for her sake than his. He nuzzles the crook of her neck, ignoring the temptation to worry that tender skin beneath his lips. Not yet. ]
Perhaps one of the beds instead, [ he murmurs, voice dark with desire. ]
[This time, Wanda moans into the kiss with no attempt to hold back. Why should she? There's no one else here to disturb and nothing to be ashamed of. She loves him. She wants him. Why wouldn't she want that to be obvious?]
Loki...
[She sighs his name, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. The kisses have left her breathless, heart racing, stomach in knots of anticipation. She's had her fantasies, of course, but he has done no more than kiss her and already the real thing is far beyond her most vivid imaginings.]
[ Chuckling, his amusement falls onto her warm skin like the first hint of winter's chill. He straightens, flashing her a crooked grin before heading up the stairs. ]
My dear lady, the question you pose assumes the distinction still exists. I'm uninterested in maintaining it.
[ Gods, she says it so readily. The desire to have her right then and there strikes him like a bolt of electricity, singular and purposeful. He lets out a low hum in lieu of an answer, waiting until he steps into what was once "her" bedroom just moments ago to respond. ]
You do enjoy saying so, don't you? [ he says, voice just barely heard above the sound of rustling fabric as he sets her onto her feet on the floor. He rolls his shoulders backward, allowing the first layer of his garments to fall. ] One might suspect that I've enchanted you.
[ He could just as easily magick his clothing away, but it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as drawing things out just those several agonizing seconds more. ]
[Wanda makes a soft, unconscious sound of protest at the loss of contact, as necessary as it might be. Thank goodness she'd had the luck to pick the simplest dress in her provided wardrobe. A leather belt and the cord wound around her waist are the only things preventing him from removing her dress. Really, it's probably going to be more difficult to get Loki unbuckled and unlaced than to get her undressed.
Can't he just magick himself out of it? Wanda's getting the distinct impression he's doing this just to torment her a little longer. She wants him so badly, and she wants to let him claim her even more.]
Maybe you have, [she murmurs, closing the distance between them again.] With your smile...your voice...your heart.
[Wanda rests her hand over it for a brief moment for emphasis before her fingers trail over leather and fabric to the nearest fastening and she glances up at Loki for permission.]
Let me?
[Can't he have some small amount of pity on her? At least enough to let her feel his skin on hers.]
[ An arched brow meets her response, but Loki finds himself unconsciously holding his breath when she rests her palm on his chest. What a horribly easy thing to believe the reverse -- that she could have manipulated his mind with the power derived from the Mind Stone -- but the possibility no longer seems likely. There could have been a twisted sort of power in that trust if Loki hadn't allowed Wanda to chip away at his walls.
He cannot seem to regret it. Instead, he exhales a quiet breath after her question, meeting her gaze. ]
Be my guest.
[ His wardrobe is a bit simpler than his usual, in large part due to his traveling incognito, but there are certainly more buckles in one of his leather gauntlets than her entire dress. His leather tunic, however, is held together by a single golden clasp right off midline. Beneath that, the fabric is tailored to fit his form without any bindings. ]
[Wanda steps closer than she needs to as she undoes the clasp - if she were to look up she wouldn't have far to go to kiss him. It's a definite temptation, one Wanda soothes by letting her hands follow the seams of Loki's tunic over his chest. She's slow and methodical, savoring rather than teasing, and when her hands reach his shoulders she gives the tunic an extra push to get it off.
There. A little better, but Asgardian garb has so many layers. She'll have to figure out his gauntlets before she can help Loki out of his shirt.
Wanda's hand trails down his arm, gently encouraging him to turn his hand so she can see the buckles on his armor and start working them loose. And finally, once she pulls the first one off, the temptation is too much and she has to lean up for that kiss.
He really has enchanted her, just not with any spell.]
Help me with this dress?
[Wanda could do it herself, of course, but she desperately wants Loki's hands on her.]
[ He resists the urge to touch as she navigates her way through his clothing, unintentionally turning his own play upon him. Once she's removed his tunic and moved onto his first gauntlet, he lifts his free hand to trace the line of her cheekbones with a curled knuckle, watching her nimble fingers work. He cups her cheek, tilting his head to meet her lips. ]
You needn't ask, [ he murmurs, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip like a lingering promise. His fingertips trail down the curve of her neck to her sleeve, softly pushing the material off her shoulder.
She also needn't bother with the other gauntlet; the rest of his outfit, save for his trousers, is magicked elsewhere in a faint shimmer of gold. Perhaps he could do the same to hers, but he'd much rather the old fashioned way.
Gently tugging his other hand free, he casts the other sleeve off Wanda's shoulder. There is a visceral sort of satisfaction in watching the fabric fall away from her center, unveiling her breasts. His fingers ghost downward along the curve of her ribs with the faintest touch against the underside of her breast before hitching on the buckle holding the rest of her gown together. ]
[Once again, it feels like she's forgotten how to breathe. Just the touch of his thumb on her lip and the sudden proximity of his half-naked body send her heart racing with anticipation, and the loss of her first sleeve sends it into overdrive. Loki's seen her in various states of undress before while caring for her during her 'illness' but this is different.
Wanda's less shy this time now that it's fully her choice, and although her breath catches when the silk finally slides off her breasts, she makes no attempt to cover herself. Why would she? She wants him to touch her, to claim her so badly that she can think of nothing else.
Loki's light touches raise goosebumps on her skin as her nipples stiffen against the air. It's all Wanda can do not to sigh and she doesn't know whether she wants to touch him or be touched more.]
Please...I want you.
[And the sooner the dress is gone, the sooner she can go to him.]
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[They have been close in the past, but this is different, like the night they'd both accidentally fallen asleep on her chaise. Choice rather than fate. Wanda leans shamelessly into his touch, eyes sliding shut in bliss as her free hand comes up to rest on Loki's. This is what she wanted, the culmination of the unspoken something their growing trust and affection has blossomed into.
It feels like her heart might hammer out of her chest, but this sudden intimacy has given her courage. Wanda opens her eyes to look up into his, taking a small step closer. Her gaze is utterly lovestruck. She feels so exposed now, but as usual, there's an odd kind of safety in her vulnerability with him.]
I trust your heart. [Slowly Wanda turns her head to press a kiss to Loki's palm.] I love you.
[Folly, perhaps, but the folly she's chosen. ]
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Against the caution of many if they knew.
[ But Wanda is sharp -- sharp enough to trust his heart, upon which Loki has acted more often than not no matter how much he'd like to claim otherwise. ]
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I don't care. I only want you.
[Her thumb traces gentle arcs over Loki's cheekbone. His skin is soft, softer than she'd imagined, and slightly cool. Slowly, to give him ample time to stop her if he wishes, Wanda closes the distance between them. The height difference doesn't intimidate her - if anything, she feels perfectly safe in his presence. And if Loki lets her, she'll rise on her tiptoes to finally kiss him properly.]
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Before parting, he tugs softly on her bottom lip, savoring the taste of fruit, chocolate, and her on his tongue. The heat in his chest radiates like an old comfort, as if he were returning to something from so long ago that he cannot remember it.
He withdraws just far enough to search her eyes for validation. Her own certainty. ]
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A soft sound escapes her as they part, both from the sensation of Loki sucking on her lip and a deep reluctance to let this end. Wanda leans into him for balance but she doesn't let him go, not even to settle back on her heels.]
Loki...
[Wanda's flushed and breathless and certain in her need to be close to Loki again. It's not fair that she hasn't had a chance to taste him too, so after another breath she closes the distance between them again, tongue darting out to trace the seam of his lips.]
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Their bodies pressed together feels like the most natural thing -- two puzzle pieces in an incomprehensibly vast universe that somehow managed to find each other and fit. He wants more. The desire hits him so suddenly that a moan escapes into her, unbidden, and he withdraws once more. ]
Wanda. [ Breathless, pointless. What is there to say? So, so much -- and what a convoluted mess it would be. He cannot-- cannot say those three words held so precious across multiple worlds. Not right now, not even as it burns beneath his ribs. That isn't him -- and so Loki is, in this moment, genuine.
Gazing down at her, quietly struggling to contain that ethereal passion, a thought pops into his mind. The corners of his lips twitch with amusement. ]
You ought to stop using that name or you'll draw suspicion on us.
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She does not want to let him go, and even as she settles back on her heels she stays as close to Loki as she can. There's seating in the living room that's much more conducive to making out but that would require moving. Everything in Wanda is screaming at her to stay close, to not let Loki slip away, to steal just one more moment in his arms.
It really is like falling all at once.]
No one can hear us. [Tenderly, Wanda strokes one cheek and presses another soft kiss to the other. Behind his back, she wiggles her fingers and the curtains slide shut.] And now no one can see us.
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Loki leans into the crook of Wanda's neck, lightly tracing the line of her contralateral jaw with his knuckles. ]
See us do what, I wonder. [ Said lowly, aloofly as his lips barely brush the surface of her skin with each word spoken. A tease, mostly -- but also an offer to set her boundaries. This is an entirely new context for them, and while he might feel comfortable hazarding a guess, there is greater value in not fucking this up. ]
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Maybe things we should not do in a kitchen. [She shivers again, clutching at him. His touch has made her bold.] If you're sure you want this.
[This is her biggest fear, that tomorrow Loki's mind will fall out of sync with his heart and he'll pull away from her again. That would be the surest way to fuck this up. Wanda would much rather wait until Loki's absolutely sure - she can't just pretend that nothing has changed between them and go back to the way it was.
Poor Loki, so worried about rejection when reality is...quite the opposite. There are other concerns, protection chief among them, but there's no point in asking him about it if this is going to be a stumbling block.]
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Sounds like our criteria for propriety may be misaligned.
[ With damnable fluidity, he scoops Wanda into his arms. Her fear is, unfortunately, an accurate assessment of Loki's character, and not the aspect of concern to himself. Naturally. ]
Shall the living room suffice? [ he asks, scanning the area of interest with that same smug look. ]
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This time it's her turn to nuzzle into his neck and slowly kiss her way up to his jaw.]
We don't cook in the living room. [Her tone is teasing, but but her smile fades to something more serious when she pulls back. That wasn't an answer.] I mean it. Are you sure?
[Wanda's losing her will to protest. She knows Loki wants her in this moment, that her kisses aren't unwelcome, and the temptation to let that be enough is great. She wants so badly to just surrender to what they clearly both want.]
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Loki pauses, conflict brewing in his core. If Wanda is asking again, then it means she's looking for an answer he hasn't given -- something coveted by many. Commitment.
Something he naturally shies away from. Something he just cannot truthfully give her right now, even though he isn't planning or even looking to pursue anyone else. That he feels conflicted at all about answering her is, in itself, a testament to the value with which he holds her -- that he would not simply lie to get what he wants or press on, knowing that she would give into the carnal temptations of the present -- but.
She'll feel it: the collapse of his chest with a sigh as disquiet whispers impending rejection, not registering that the weight of his hesitance is its own flavor of. His lips part to reply, but his gaze remains on the room. ]
Is it not astonishing how heavily three words can weigh? [ Loki looks down at her, somber. ] What are you asking of me?
[ Because despite his strong suspicion, he still hopes for a different answer. ]
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I am yours if you want me to be. Only yours. [It feels like she can't breathe as she strokes his cheek and searches his expression for a glimmer of hope. What they have is so fragile.] Is that all right? I want to show you how wrong they were, but not just tonight. Tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that.
[Wanda knows him too well, knows that it would take a small miracle for Loki to say that he loves her so soon. But is it such a stretch to ask him to claim what she freely offers? All she really wants is to hear him say that she is his; Wanda would never have expected Loki to offer himself in return not five minutes after their first kiss.
He gains a lover tonight if they continue, whatever he wants to call her, and if he doesn't want her to become much freer in her affection in the days to come she needs to know now, before it hurts them both. It would still sting, but better to slow down now.
Loki is far too important to her to screw this up.]
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Eyes closing, he exhales a long, steady breath and leans into her palm. A smile erupts just a second later, accompanied by a huff of laughter and a shake of his head. There is fondness in his eyes when he looks at her. ]
Oh, the tricks I'd be accused of -- but that won't matter because you'll be mine, won't you? [ he asks, reaffirming her offer with an edge of primal possessiveness in his voice. His. Such a barbaric way of looking at it, and yet so viscerally satisfying that his grip on her tightens just the bit. ]
My scarlet witch.
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His scarlet witch. Yes, this is right, this is the way things were meant to be...
Wanda's hand moves to clutch at Loki's coat to pull them even closer as she kisses him again. It's passionate and slow, a moment of indulgence. This is her surrender and her point of no return. Maybe one day he will be hers too, but this is enough.]
Always, [she murmurs against his lips, so reluctant to pull away. Male, female, Jotun...it doesn't matter. Her heart is his.]
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When he breaks away, it's more for her sake than his. He nuzzles the crook of her neck, ignoring the temptation to worry that tender skin beneath his lips. Not yet. ]
Perhaps one of the beds instead, [ he murmurs, voice dark with desire. ]
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Loki...
[She sighs his name, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. The kisses have left her breathless, heart racing, stomach in knots of anticipation. She's had her fantasies, of course, but he has done no more than kiss her and already the real thing is far beyond her most vivid imaginings.]
Yours or mine?
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My dear lady, the question you pose assumes the distinction still exists. I'm uninterested in maintaining it.
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Wanda leans up to kiss his cheek so as to not block his view of the stairs.]
Because I'm yours?
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You do enjoy saying so, don't you? [ he says, voice just barely heard above the sound of rustling fabric as he sets her onto her feet on the floor. He rolls his shoulders backward, allowing the first layer of his garments to fall. ] One might suspect that I've enchanted you.
[ He could just as easily magick his clothing away, but it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as drawing things out just those several agonizing seconds more. ]
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Can't he just magick himself out of it? Wanda's getting the distinct impression he's doing this just to torment her a little longer. She wants him so badly, and she wants to let him claim her even more.]
Maybe you have, [she murmurs, closing the distance between them again.] With your smile...your voice...your heart.
[Wanda rests her hand over it for a brief moment for emphasis before her fingers trail over leather and fabric to the nearest fastening and she glances up at Loki for permission.]
Let me?
[Can't he have some small amount of pity on her? At least enough to let her feel his skin on hers.]
pity for anyone but himself? inconceivable
He cannot seem to regret it. Instead, he exhales a quiet breath after her question, meeting her gaze. ]
Be my guest.
[ His wardrobe is a bit simpler than his usual, in large part due to his traveling incognito, but there are certainly more buckles in one of his leather gauntlets than her entire dress. His leather tunic, however, is held together by a single golden clasp right off midline. Beneath that, the fabric is tailored to fit his form without any bindings. ]
let her have her dreams
There. A little better, but Asgardian garb has so many layers. She'll have to figure out his gauntlets before she can help Loki out of his shirt.
Wanda's hand trails down his arm, gently encouraging him to turn his hand so she can see the buckles on his armor and start working them loose. And finally, once she pulls the first one off, the temptation is too much and she has to lean up for that kiss.
He really has enchanted her, just not with any spell.]
Help me with this dress?
[Wanda could do it herself, of course, but she desperately wants Loki's hands on her.]
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You needn't ask, [ he murmurs, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip like a lingering promise. His fingertips trail down the curve of her neck to her sleeve, softly pushing the material off her shoulder.
She also needn't bother with the other gauntlet; the rest of his outfit, save for his trousers, is magicked elsewhere in a faint shimmer of gold. Perhaps he could do the same to hers, but he'd much rather the old fashioned way.
Gently tugging his other hand free, he casts the other sleeve off Wanda's shoulder. There is a visceral sort of satisfaction in watching the fabric fall away from her center, unveiling her breasts. His fingers ghost downward along the curve of her ribs with the faintest touch against the underside of her breast before hitching on the buckle holding the rest of her gown together. ]
Shall I?
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Wanda's less shy this time now that it's fully her choice, and although her breath catches when the silk finally slides off her breasts, she makes no attempt to cover herself. Why would she? She wants him to touch her, to claim her so badly that she can think of nothing else.
Loki's light touches raise goosebumps on her skin as her nipples stiffen against the air. It's all Wanda can do not to sigh and she doesn't know whether she wants to touch him or be touched more.]
Please...I want you.
[And the sooner the dress is gone, the sooner she can go to him.]
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I'm so sorry, I've either had migraine brain or soup for brains
no worries
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omg sorry!!!
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