[ The dress, well. He doesn't exactly consider it a barrier, but he certainly won't argue against its removal. Leaning down closer, he tilts his head to capture her mouth in another kiss, unhurried as one simply melts into the next. Nimble fingers make quick work of her belt and cord while the other entangles itself in Wanda's hair at the base of her skull as the kiss deepens. A soft tug is all that's necessary to encourage the silk to fall away.
His breath comes a little heavier when he draws back, arousal more evident in the strain of his cock against his pants. Lowering himself to the floor, he teases the tip of her breast with a flick of his tongue before taking it into his mouth. ]
[Wanda loves the way Loki kisses her like he hasn't a single other care in the world. It's so hard not to touch him as he frees her from her dress, so instead she makes a soft sound into the kiss to show her appreciation. He's so good to her, so indulgent. Can he really blame her for her outright surrender? Everything about this feels right and she'd stay like this forever if she could.
As soon as the silk falls to the floor Wanda's arms wrap around him, and all is simple bliss until they part. Loki leaves her flushed and breathless and she's extremely aware of the growing wetness between her legs. It might be a little embarrassing if Loki wasn't so clearly as affected as she is.
Wanda can do nothing but arch into him and moan for real when his lips close around her nipple. Her hands move of their own accord, one to tangle into his hair and the other to brace against his shoulder.She can feel the desire radiating off him and it only makes her even more sensitive to the slightest touch or flick of his tongue.]
[ Truthfully, he hasn't laid with another for quite a while -- has neither the time nor inclination to bed someone disguised as another without an appreciation for who he is. Still, old habits are hard to die and Wanda has rekindled that flame by appealing to the deep seeded primitiveness Loki had thought extinguished. There's an almost bizarre sense of freedom in this indulgence.
So, time -- he takes it, working her breast with his mouth and tongue. The grasp of her hand tangling into his hair is an encouragement he doesn't need, but appreciates in his groin nonetheless. With a final swirl of his tongue, he draws back and kisses the arc of her ribs to her hip, palms following his descent along the curve of her backside. He wonders if she ought to sit, then decides against voicing the suggestion; he'd rather feel her struggle to maintain her composure as he continues lower, one hand placed on her hip while the other makes its acquaintance between her legs. ]
[Loki's the first one to touch her like this - for all of Pietro's constant flirting, the twins had few strong bonds beyond each other. Survival was always at the forefront of Wanda's mind and she simply never had time or inclination to seek out a relationship. Later, she'd tell herself; when Sokovia was free and they were safe again there would be time for romantic pursuits.
Sokovia is neither free nor safe, but she's since latched on to Loki and this only feels like a natural progression of her feelings for him. Wanda continues to sing his praises, sighing and moaning as his mouth works magic at her breast. It's so good she curls forward in pleasure, kissing Loki's forehead and hair wherever she can reach.
Her desire's steadily mounting, anticipation fluttering in her stomach as he leaves her breasts to travel further down. The goosebumps and light shivers of pleasure follow as he maps out her body and she draws in a sharp inhale when his fingers finally reach her core. He'll find her very wet and throbbing for him already, as if the way she doubles over and clings to him for dear life wasn't proof enough of her approval.
It feels amazing, but it's very one-sided and half of Wanda's ensuing whimper is in frustration that she can't reciprocate. Or can't she? Focus is suddenly hazy, but she can summon enough power to whisper over his scalp and back in tingly trails. Give her some credit here, her knees feel like jello and just staying standing is a small feat.]
[ Fingertips that lazily swirl along her wetness still when the scarlet brushes against him unexpectedly. He glances up at Wanda, questioning and (mis)guessing in the same second -- her powers manifest from arousal? She is sensitive, enough for him to wonder if she's never experienced anything like this before.
There's an undeniable edge of wariness that arises from the potential risk -- overshadowed by a carnal sort of curiosity that spurs him on. Loki briefly resumes teasing her entrance, sliding his fingertips between her lips as his thumb searches for her clit. ]
You seem overwhelmed, [ he murmurs casually, as if they were chatting over tea and not at all about to indulge in the healthy sport of fucking. ]
[Wanda takes a shuddering breath, eyes sliding shut as he explores her. It's so unfair that he can sound completely unaffected (even though she can sense his lust) but she knows before she speaks that she won't be able to keep her voice even.
The scarlet in his hair stays relatively put tracing lazy circles over his scalp, but the scarlet at his back curls around his ribs and fans out over his chest. Exactly where Wanda would touch him if she could reach.]
Because you...feel so good, [she murmurs, utterly unconcerned with inflating his ego. Already his fingers feel much better than her own ever have, and the psychic feedback alone would make her weak in the knees. Wanda can't help but wonder how much of what she's feeling is because someone else is touching her and how much is because Loki is touching her.
He'll know when he's found her clit - Wanda's eyes fly open, her fingers tighten their grip on him, and the scarlet wavers and nearly vanishes. A soft moan escapes her. It's a good thing they'd chosen the cottage for privacy's sake - Wanda's still relatively quiet now, but it likely won't be long until that changes.]
[ He exhales audibly in response to the touch of her scarlet on his ribs. The things she could do with it are equally disconcerting and intriguing. Another time, perhaps; she doesn't appear capable of consciously controlling it right now.
Her reply nearly elicits a chuckle out of him, but when her body tenses and she makes that noise, Loki can't help the flare of lust that catches his breath and hardens him further. He is throbbing now, the primitive part of his brain demanding satisfaction. ]
Do I, [ he says, distracted and coarse, before inserting a finger into her. With his other hand steady on her hips, Loki lowers his mouth to her sex, his tongue tracing the path to her clit. Delayed gratification is often his modus operandi, but there's no reason to submit Wanda to the same.
On the contrary, as the finger within her curls toward him, he'd much rather witness her journey toward satisfaction -- including the manifestation of her powers because of it. ]
[Her powers are less controlled now, but she's unwilling to dismiss the small avenue of reciprocity left to her. Certain wisps are tinglier than others and they no longer move as a unit. How could they? She's trapped in a wonderfully delicious pleasure loop. Loki's flare of arousal feeds into hers and as his fingers slide inside her she's left helpless in the face of her own desire. She cries out for real this time, hips unconsciously trying to rock into his touch even as his other hand forces her steady.
This is probably for the best - remaining standing while he pleasures her takes actual effort.
Each swipe of Loki's tongue or stroke of his fingers over that sweet spot inside her drive her higher and higher towards satisfaction. Sighs and soft moans and whispered pleas fall freely from her lips and her inner walls clench hard around his finger. She's not going to last very long if he keeps this up, and Wanda can't find it within herself to be the least bit embarrassed at how sensitive she is to his touch.]
[ She's slick enough that he hasn't any trouble sliding another finger into her, appreciating the way she constricts around him with a low hum. The fact that they're soulmates isn't necessary for Loki to realize she's close, but it does add an element of intensity to the experience -- a visceral urge to grant her that release.
Maintaining the same pace and angle of his thrusts, Loki finally works his way to her most sensitive spot, licking Wanda's clit with steady flicks of his tongue. He pauses to gently suckle the area, assessing which of the two stimuli seem to bring her closer to the edge. All the while, he keeps a firm grip on her hip -- mostly to keep her relatively still, but he's also ready to catch her if she loses her footing. ]
[The added intrusion feels even better and Wanda's completely at the mercy of the dual sensations as her body's wracked with pleasure. The hand is his hair slides to his shoulder, and even with his hand at her hip Wanda's still leaning heavily on Loki to stay standing.
If he'd asked her, Wanda wouldn't be able to say whether she likes him licking or suckling her clit more, and as it is coherent speech is rapidly becoming impossible. Each lick draws a ragged gasp or soft cry from her and the long suckles earn a low moan. It's too good, it's too much, and her legs are starting to shake.
The steadily increasing pitch of her cries and a particularly violent tremor are the only warnings he'll get before he pushes her over the edge. Wanda cums on a louder cry of his name and finally collapses into him. She's breathless, flushed and panting and the very picture or carnal indulgence. The scarlet's vanished now - she's just Wanda again. His Wanda.
It felt amazing, far better than any of her own solo explorations, but it's still not enough to sate that deep longing inside her. She still needs him closer even if she can feel their bond practically glowing with how right and perfect this is.]
Loki...
[Mingled lust and love are obvious in her voice and expression. She just wants him, all of him, in whatever ways Loki will allow her to have him.]
[ Her vocal loss of composure is a turn-on in and of itself, giving him an animalistic desire to fuck her senseless. Loki is ready for her when she comes, ministrations continuing throughout so as to not rob her of a single second of it. He's quick to catch her as she sinks down, fingers withdrawing.
The sight of her doesn't help his lust any. Very deliberately, he lifts his fingers to his lips to suck off her juices. ]
Hmm? [ Absentmindedly, brows arched. Gods, she wants him despite everything she knows, and he actually trusts her. They're both fools -- but he can't remember the last time he's felt so liberated.
Choosing to fall, perhaps, but that was a surrender in despair. This, this... ]
[She softens in the wake of her orgasm, everything from the way she gazes up at him adoringly to the way her arms have wrapped loosely around him now that she's safely joined him on the floor. Her skin is extra sensitive now, and his feels so soft that she can't help but trace lazy circles where her hands rest on his back.
Wanda makes a soft sound as he sucks his fingers clean, quickly descending on his lips the second he's done. This, too, is soft and deliberate, the calm before another storm of sorts.
It doesn't even matter that she can still taste herself on his lips.]
I love you, [she whispers before claiming Loki's lips again, and this time her hand blindly comes up to cup his cheek. Her ability (or desire) to stifle the noises she makes seems to have dissolved and Wanda makes a soft sound in her throat as they kiss, ending in a breathy laugh of delight when they part.
If only she could bottle this feeling of perfection and keep it forever.]
[ There's no hesitation in reciprocating her affection, and he can't help the curve of his lips when she laughs - contagious. Even so, those words don't come. It's simply too soon. ]
Ever eager to expose your palate to things unknown, [ he says airily, giving her hip a quick squeeze. ] Hold on, then.
[ Loki hooks her thighs around his hips as he rises, inhaling just the slightest as her body brushes against his arousal. Despite his lizard brain strongly encouraging him to get on with it, he takes a seat at the edge of the bed, offering Wanda the reins, so to speak, by straddling him. ]
[She grins, teasing. Sex with Loki seems to be just as playful as everything else is, and it sets Wanda at ease. He's put her in a perfect position to explore and so she does, descending on his lips again while her hips rock against him until she moans.]
You're beautiful, [she murmurs when they part, running light fingers over his chest. One hand goes to his shoulder for balance, the other to his hip. Wanda kisses him one last time on the lips for good measure, then turns to work her way down the column of his neck.
When she reaches his collarbone, she kisses and licks her way across it before pulling back, just a little, as her fingers hook into the waistband of his trousers.]
Is this all right?
[Wanda knows she'll have to shift to the floor eventually, if he still wants this - it's mostly a matter of whether or not he wants her to undress him, too.]
[ The breath he holds as she speaks those two words, always meant for another, is released as a sigh as she turns her attention onto his neck, Loki automatically yielding to allow further access. She is not once again fire, not yet; her touches more reminiscent of the steam from a freshly made cup of tea teasing the surface of his skin. The palms of his hands rest on her hips, their grip a little tighter as she works his collarbone. He does not realize he has closed his eyes until she's hooked his waistband and speaks again, breaking the trance.
The slightest tilt of his head is the only indication of a spell cast and done with: the rest of his outfit magicked away. ]
It is now.
[ And the way he looks at her, with raw and unrepentant hunger, it might even be enough to make Sif blush. Sif, once a(n unhappy) target of his affection; the chase was always bitter, on edge, a constant battle. Perhaps it was because he knew they were not soul mates that he sought it out all the more and for what? Rejection, and in large part due to self-fulfilling prophecy.
This is-- has been-- so foreign. The way he and Wanda fall into place so comfortably beside each other despite everything that has happened. (Despite his mistakes.) The way she reaches out to soothe, and accept his care in return. The terrifying possibility that she could be home, and equally terrifying that Loki is already one foot in the doorway. ]
[She feels his magic emanating outwards and suddenly the fabric she's clutching at vanishes. And oh...he truly is beautiful. Wanda can feel her cheeks warming under the weight of the sheer heat in his gaze and grins. She can sense how badly he wants her and she just can't wait anymore. She needs to taste him, to watch and feel him as he loses himself to pleasure, to give him the same intensity of release he just gave her.]
I think it's more than all right. You're perfect.
[She kisses him one last time, deep and wanting, before shifting off his lap and dropping to her knees before him. Had she been with the Avengers longer, there would be something intensely ironic to this. But she's not really capable of thinking of anyone or anything beyond him at this point and how badly she needs to pleasure him. She wants to be his, in all ways. And if he cannot be hers...then she will take whatever he's willing to give her. As long as he'll let her stay close.
She holds his gaze as she kisses the tip of his cock and takes it into her mouth. She stays close enough in his mind to send a thought: show me how to make you feel good.]
[ His penchant for self-sabotage cannot compete against the yearning that burns in his chest. Perhaps it is theirs both, and whether it is the nature of soul mates or her magick, well. Elucidation is not currently a priority.
Slender fingers push back the hair framing her face as he cups her cheek so as to not obscure her expression from him. It is physically impossible for Loki to be harder than he is right now, but the sight of her between his legs challenges the notion. He bites his lower lip when she takes him in, and it is just right, and then it is her voice in his head and he sharply inhales.
But this is... different, from the dream. Not an intrusion, or is the lust clouding his judgement? A crooked smile tugs at his lips, still parted and he thinks, No short-cuts, little witch.
After all, hands-on experience can be such a valuable teacher. ]
[Well, then...she's just going to have to experiment.
She withdraws from his mind a little, staying close enough to sense his reactions but not so close that they can hear each other's thoughts. And then she begins to work him in earnest, trying various amounts of suction and different uses of her tongue to see what gets the best reaction. She takes him as deep as she can, but unfortunately, she's too inexperienced to have trained her gag reflex to relax. The best she can do is pump him with her hand where she can't take him in her mouth. But this is also another opportunity to discover how he likes to be touched.
She's sure she must look a mess - she definitely feels like one; there's saliva everywhere and the only reason her hair isn't disheveled in the mix is because Loki's holding it out of her way. But getting to see the look on his face and feel the echoes of his pleasure...oh, it's all worth it just for that.
Wanda hums softly around him, carrying on in the way she thinks he seems to like best. Sometimes she feels overwhelmed and her eyes start to close, but she fights to keep them open and watching him.]
[ What ensues is a test of restraint -- to give Wanda the time to discover him at her own pace. Loki is in no rush to get from point A to point B; this is not a race. Still, she is working a physical, primal sort of magick on him, and it takes conscious effort on his part not to surrender to it.
Her.
But gods, does he want to yield -- to the warmth of her mouth and the softness of her palm, and maybe the subtle shift from smooth to scarred tissue is just his imagination. One might not consider the lewd sounds of a blowjob to be particularly entrancing, yet here is Loki, eyes glazing with deepening desire as Wanda learns him as he is learning her.
His lips are parted, then bitten down upon. His muscles, tensing and relaxing, only to tense again when she begins humming. The sounds that escape his throat, at times a sharp intake of breath, others a sigh that end in a low groan. The tips of his fingers twitch in her hair, but Loki never clenches down, ever mindful of their physiologic differences. Protective. At this point, it feels like the only conscious act being made because he is allowing himself to yield to their bond.
I trust your heart. His other arm is propped behind him in support. I love you. He is so close. I don't care. His breaths have grown ragged with need. I only want you. So close-- ]
Wanda, [ he gasps, or maybe it's a sob; he's too intoxicated by her to tell or care. Her name carries a request for permission and a warning-- to withdraw now or continue, it makes no difference to him. ]
[There is only one avenue open to her if he's going to make such sweet noises. She couldn't possibly stop now, no matter how badly she wants him inside her. There will be time for that later. Right now, she has a soul-deep need to bring him pleasure, to prove her love for him in a tangible way and drag more of those beautiful sounds and echoes of emotion from him. She wants to sear this moment into her memories so that no matter what happens after tonight, she will always have this.
She grips his hip tighter for support as she focuses on taking him deeper and faster. Wanda hums again since he seems to like that, sucking hard and bracing herself. The taste is hard to place but it's not unpleasant and she fully intends to drink as much of him down as she can.
His pleasure is so overwhelming that it's hard not to be swept away and keeping her eyes focused, much less open, is a struggle. But she wants to watch this.]
[ Hips bucking, Loki comes with a soft cry, his expression twisting with pleasure as the orgasm runs through him like bolts of electricity, each surge giving way to the next. Lost in the sensory overload, he momentarily forgets himself, fingertips curling tightly around her hair as breaths and moans and the whisper of her name fall from parted lips. It feels like forever but it never is, and soon he is recovering, body relaxing and heavy-lidded eyes opening to look at her. ]
Ah-- [ He quickly withdraws his hand from her hair. ] I'm sorry.
[The sudden pain of pulling her hair is all worth it for the look on his face, for the sounds he makes, for the way he says her name. She is so overcome by his pleasure that he's the only thing keeping her properly on her knees instead of sinking fully to the floor.
And sink she does once he releases her. Her core is throbbing again, although they weren't so deeply entwined for it to be enough to bring her over the edge with him.]
I'm all right. I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself.
[ 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?
[She knows what she's getting herself into. Like she'd told him, she wants to be his even knowing that he can't - or won't - be hers. Maybe there is a lie in there, maybe not...but all Wanda knows is that this feels right. She's happy for whatever he's willing to give her. And so she finds enough ability to snap out of her haze to kiss him sweetly - she's sure she must look a mess right now, but if he's fine with it, so is she.
She reaches up to touch his cheek as he withdraws. The need to be closer to him hasn't abated in the slightest.]
I hope not. [Her expression is open and adoring, but a hint of playfulness shines through.] But do you need a minute?
[...he might need to help her up. She still feels a little melted.]
[ His fingers close around her wrist, gentle, but firm. ]
What I need is you, [ he says, unabashed by the lust in his voice. In one fluid motion, he rises to his feet and tugs her closer, other arm scooping her up against his torso, and turns to face the bed. He lays her down onto the patchwork comforter, smooth and haphazard colors faded with age, its creases deepening as he kneels between her legs. Fingers ghost along the curve of her body, up her thighs to the underside of her breast where skin and muscle are not hardened by centuries of physical sparring and battle. This is not what he ever imagined contentedness to be-- had long since given up on it, the "ever after". ]
You are wondrous, [ he thinks, intending for her to hear it. For trusting him thus far, for expressing love despite his ancestry, and despite his crimes. Despite his best efforts, he thinks of those she has yet to know and feels a pang of dread at the inevitable revelation-- because how long can he continue his charade as the All-Father? Yet they may never have crossed paths otherwise.
He bends forward to reclaim her lips, the taste now bittersweet, because it would be Loki to mourn that which has just begun. The kiss is short; he moves onto her neck, teasing her skin with lips and teeth alike, and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It is as much a distraction from his thoughts as it is preparation. ]
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[ The dress, well. He doesn't exactly consider it a barrier, but he certainly won't argue against its removal. Leaning down closer, he tilts his head to capture her mouth in another kiss, unhurried as one simply melts into the next. Nimble fingers make quick work of her belt and cord while the other entangles itself in Wanda's hair at the base of her skull as the kiss deepens. A soft tug is all that's necessary to encourage the silk to fall away.
His breath comes a little heavier when he draws back, arousal more evident in the strain of his cock against his pants. Lowering himself to the floor, he teases the tip of her breast with a flick of his tongue before taking it into his mouth. ]
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As soon as the silk falls to the floor Wanda's arms wrap around him, and all is simple bliss until they part. Loki leaves her flushed and breathless and she's extremely aware of the growing wetness between her legs. It might be a little embarrassing if Loki wasn't so clearly as affected as she is.
Wanda can do nothing but arch into him and moan for real when his lips close around her nipple. Her hands move of their own accord, one to tangle into his hair and the other to brace against his shoulder.She can feel the desire radiating off him and it only makes her even more sensitive to the slightest touch or flick of his tongue.]
Loki...
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So, time -- he takes it, working her breast with his mouth and tongue. The grasp of her hand tangling into his hair is an encouragement he doesn't need, but appreciates in his groin nonetheless. With a final swirl of his tongue, he draws back and kisses the arc of her ribs to her hip, palms following his descent along the curve of her backside. He wonders if she ought to sit, then decides against voicing the suggestion; he'd rather feel her struggle to maintain her composure as he continues lower, one hand placed on her hip while the other makes its acquaintance between her legs. ]
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Sokovia is neither free nor safe, but she's since latched on to Loki and this only feels like a natural progression of her feelings for him. Wanda continues to sing his praises, sighing and moaning as his mouth works magic at her breast. It's so good she curls forward in pleasure, kissing Loki's forehead and hair wherever she can reach.
Her desire's steadily mounting, anticipation fluttering in her stomach as he leaves her breasts to travel further down. The goosebumps and light shivers of pleasure follow as he maps out her body and she draws in a sharp inhale when his fingers finally reach her core. He'll find her very wet and throbbing for him already, as if the way she doubles over and clings to him for dear life wasn't proof enough of her approval.
It feels amazing, but it's very one-sided and half of Wanda's ensuing whimper is in frustration that she can't reciprocate. Or can't she? Focus is suddenly hazy, but she can summon enough power to whisper over his scalp and back in tingly trails. Give her some credit here, her knees feel like jello and just staying standing is a small feat.]
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There's an undeniable edge of wariness that arises from the potential risk -- overshadowed by a carnal sort of curiosity that spurs him on. Loki briefly resumes teasing her entrance, sliding his fingertips between her lips as his thumb searches for her clit. ]
You seem overwhelmed, [ he murmurs casually, as if they were chatting over tea and not at all about to indulge in the healthy sport of fucking. ]
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The scarlet in his hair stays relatively put tracing lazy circles over his scalp, but the scarlet at his back curls around his ribs and fans out over his chest. Exactly where Wanda would touch him if she could reach.]
Because you...feel so good, [she murmurs, utterly unconcerned with inflating his ego. Already his fingers feel much better than her own ever have, and the psychic feedback alone would make her weak in the knees. Wanda can't help but wonder how much of what she's feeling is because someone else is touching her and how much is because Loki is touching her.
He'll know when he's found her clit - Wanda's eyes fly open, her fingers tighten their grip on him, and the scarlet wavers and nearly vanishes. A soft moan escapes her. It's a good thing they'd chosen the cottage for privacy's sake - Wanda's still relatively quiet now, but it likely won't be long until that changes.]
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Her reply nearly elicits a chuckle out of him, but when her body tenses and she makes that noise, Loki can't help the flare of lust that catches his breath and hardens him further. He is throbbing now, the primitive part of his brain demanding satisfaction. ]
Do I, [ he says, distracted and coarse, before inserting a finger into her. With his other hand steady on her hips, Loki lowers his mouth to her sex, his tongue tracing the path to her clit. Delayed gratification is often his modus operandi, but there's no reason to submit Wanda to the same.
On the contrary, as the finger within her curls toward him, he'd much rather witness her journey toward satisfaction -- including the manifestation of her powers because of it. ]
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This is probably for the best - remaining standing while he pleasures her takes actual effort.
Each swipe of Loki's tongue or stroke of his fingers over that sweet spot inside her drive her higher and higher towards satisfaction. Sighs and soft moans and whispered pleas fall freely from her lips and her inner walls clench hard around his finger. She's not going to last very long if he keeps this up, and Wanda can't find it within herself to be the least bit embarrassed at how sensitive she is to his touch.]
Ah, Loki please--!
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Maintaining the same pace and angle of his thrusts, Loki finally works his way to her most sensitive spot, licking Wanda's clit with steady flicks of his tongue. He pauses to gently suckle the area, assessing which of the two stimuli seem to bring her closer to the edge. All the while, he keeps a firm grip on her hip -- mostly to keep her relatively still, but he's also ready to catch her if she loses her footing. ]
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If he'd asked her, Wanda wouldn't be able to say whether she likes him licking or suckling her clit more, and as it is coherent speech is rapidly becoming impossible. Each lick draws a ragged gasp or soft cry from her and the long suckles earn a low moan. It's too good, it's too much, and her legs are starting to shake.
The steadily increasing pitch of her cries and a particularly violent tremor are the only warnings he'll get before he pushes her over the edge. Wanda cums on a louder cry of his name and finally collapses into him. She's breathless, flushed and panting and the very picture or carnal indulgence. The scarlet's vanished now - she's just Wanda again. His Wanda.
It felt amazing, far better than any of her own solo explorations, but it's still not enough to sate that deep longing inside her. She still needs him closer even if she can feel their bond practically glowing with how right and perfect this is.]
Loki...
[Mingled lust and love are obvious in her voice and expression. She just wants him, all of him, in whatever ways Loki will allow her to have him.]
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The sight of her doesn't help his lust any. Very deliberately, he lifts his fingers to his lips to suck off her juices. ]
Hmm? [ Absentmindedly, brows arched. Gods, she wants him despite everything she knows, and he actually trusts her. They're both fools -- but he can't remember the last time he's felt so liberated.
Choosing to fall, perhaps, but that was a surrender in despair. This, this... ]
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Wanda makes a soft sound as he sucks his fingers clean, quickly descending on his lips the second he's done. This, too, is soft and deliberate, the calm before another storm of sorts.
It doesn't even matter that she can still taste herself on his lips.]
I love you, [she whispers before claiming Loki's lips again, and this time her hand blindly comes up to cup his cheek. Her ability (or desire) to stifle the noises she makes seems to have dissolved and Wanda makes a soft sound in her throat as they kiss, ending in a breathy laugh of delight when they part.
If only she could bottle this feeling of perfection and keep it forever.]
Come to bed? I want to taste you too.
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Ever eager to expose your palate to things unknown, [ he says airily, giving her hip a quick squeeze. ] Hold on, then.
[ Loki hooks her thighs around his hips as he rises, inhaling just the slightest as her body brushes against his arousal. Despite his lizard brain strongly encouraging him to get on with it, he takes a seat at the edge of the bed, offering Wanda the reins, so to speak, by straddling him. ]
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[She grins, teasing. Sex with Loki seems to be just as playful as everything else is, and it sets Wanda at ease. He's put her in a perfect position to explore and so she does, descending on his lips again while her hips rock against him until she moans.]
You're beautiful, [she murmurs when they part, running light fingers over his chest. One hand goes to his shoulder for balance, the other to his hip. Wanda kisses him one last time on the lips for good measure, then turns to work her way down the column of his neck.
When she reaches his collarbone, she kisses and licks her way across it before pulling back, just a little, as her fingers hook into the waistband of his trousers.]
Is this all right?
[Wanda knows she'll have to shift to the floor eventually, if he still wants this - it's mostly a matter of whether or not he wants her to undress him, too.]
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The slightest tilt of his head is the only indication of a spell cast and done with: the rest of his outfit magicked away. ]
It is now.
[ And the way he looks at her, with raw and unrepentant hunger, it might even be enough to make Sif blush. Sif, once a(n unhappy) target of his affection; the chase was always bitter, on edge, a constant battle. Perhaps it was because he knew they were not soul mates that he sought it out all the more and for what? Rejection, and in large part due to self-fulfilling prophecy.
This is-- has been-- so foreign. The way he and Wanda fall into place so comfortably beside each other despite everything that has happened. (Despite his mistakes.) The way she reaches out to soothe, and accept his care in return. The terrifying possibility that she could be home, and equally terrifying that Loki is already one foot in the doorway. ]
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I think it's more than all right. You're perfect.
[She kisses him one last time, deep and wanting, before shifting off his lap and dropping to her knees before him. Had she been with the Avengers longer, there would be something intensely ironic to this. But she's not really capable of thinking of anyone or anything beyond him at this point and how badly she needs to pleasure him. She wants to be his, in all ways. And if he cannot be hers...then she will take whatever he's willing to give her. As long as he'll let her stay close.
She holds his gaze as she kisses the tip of his cock and takes it into her mouth. She stays close enough in his mind to send a thought: show me how to make you feel good.]
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Slender fingers push back the hair framing her face as he cups her cheek so as to not obscure her expression from him. It is physically impossible for Loki to be harder than he is right now, but the sight of her between his legs challenges the notion. He bites his lower lip when she takes him in, and it is just right, and then it is her voice in his head and he sharply inhales.
But this is... different, from the dream. Not an intrusion, or is the lust clouding his judgement? A crooked smile tugs at his lips, still parted and he thinks, No short-cuts, little witch.
After all, hands-on experience can be such a valuable teacher. ]
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She withdraws from his mind a little, staying close enough to sense his reactions but not so close that they can hear each other's thoughts. And then she begins to work him in earnest, trying various amounts of suction and different uses of her tongue to see what gets the best reaction. She takes him as deep as she can, but unfortunately, she's too inexperienced to have trained her gag reflex to relax. The best she can do is pump him with her hand where she can't take him in her mouth. But this is also another opportunity to discover how he likes to be touched.
She's sure she must look a mess - she definitely feels like one; there's saliva everywhere and the only reason her hair isn't disheveled in the mix is because Loki's holding it out of her way. But getting to see the look on his face and feel the echoes of his pleasure...oh, it's all worth it just for that.
Wanda hums softly around him, carrying on in the way she thinks he seems to like best. Sometimes she feels overwhelmed and her eyes start to close, but she fights to keep them open and watching him.]
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Her.
But gods, does he want to yield -- to the warmth of her mouth and the softness of her palm, and maybe the subtle shift from smooth to scarred tissue is just his imagination. One might not consider the lewd sounds of a blowjob to be particularly entrancing, yet here is Loki, eyes glazing with deepening desire as Wanda learns him as he is learning her.
His lips are parted, then bitten down upon. His muscles, tensing and relaxing, only to tense again when she begins humming. The sounds that escape his throat, at times a sharp intake of breath, others a sigh that end in a low groan. The tips of his fingers twitch in her hair, but Loki never clenches down, ever mindful of their physiologic differences. Protective. At this point, it feels like the only conscious act being made because he is allowing himself to yield to their bond.
I trust your heart. His other arm is propped behind him in support. I love you. He is so close. I don't care. His breaths have grown ragged with need. I only want you. So close-- ]
Wanda, [ he gasps, or maybe it's a sob; he's too intoxicated by her to tell or care. Her name carries a request for permission and a warning-- to withdraw now or continue, it makes no difference to him. ]
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She grips his hip tighter for support as she focuses on taking him deeper and faster. Wanda hums again since he seems to like that, sucking hard and bracing herself. The taste is hard to place but it's not unpleasant and she fully intends to drink as much of him down as she can.
His pleasure is so overwhelming that it's hard not to be swept away and keeping her eyes focused, much less open, is a struggle. But she wants to watch this.]
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Ah-- [ He quickly withdraws his hand from her hair. ] I'm sorry.
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And sink she does once he releases her. Her core is throbbing again, although they weren't so deeply entwined for it to be enough to bring her over the edge with him.]
I'm all right. I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself.
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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?
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She reaches up to touch his cheek as he withdraws. The need to be closer to him hasn't abated in the slightest.]
I hope not. [Her expression is open and adoring, but a hint of playfulness shines through.] But do you need a minute?
[...he might need to help her up. She still feels a little melted.]
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What I need is you, [ he says, unabashed by the lust in his voice. In one fluid motion, he rises to his feet and tugs her closer, other arm scooping her up against his torso, and turns to face the bed. He lays her down onto the patchwork comforter, smooth and haphazard colors faded with age, its creases deepening as he kneels between her legs. Fingers ghost along the curve of her body, up her thighs to the underside of her breast where skin and muscle are not hardened by centuries of physical sparring and battle. This is not what he ever imagined contentedness to be-- had long since given up on it, the "ever after". ]
You are wondrous, [ he thinks, intending for her to hear it. For trusting him thus far, for expressing love despite his ancestry, and despite his crimes. Despite his best efforts, he thinks of those she has yet to know and feels a pang of dread at the inevitable revelation-- because how long can he continue his charade as the All-Father? Yet they may never have crossed paths otherwise.
He bends forward to reclaim her lips, the taste now bittersweet, because it would be Loki to mourn that which has just begun. The kiss is short; he moves onto her neck, teasing her skin with lips and teeth alike, and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It is as much a distraction from his thoughts as it is preparation. ]
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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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