[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. ]
[Again, it's thrilling how easily Loki can pick up and move her, like she weighs next to nothing. She's still not afraid of the difference in their physical strength as he climbs over her. She's always felt an instinctive sense of warmth in his presence, but since she's been here with him it's bloomed into a feelings of belonging, of home, of right. And the brief moment of psychic contact only further cements the feeling that they are both right where they need to be.
She had thought she would never find anything or anyone to fill the void left by Pietro and Sokovia. It's felt like few people see Wanda instead of a living weapon to be feared or turned to their own ends. But while their magic may have brought them together, it's not why either of them are still here.
She clings to him, arching into his touch and angling her head to offer more of her neck to him. One hand finds his hair and tangles into the soft strands.]
[ He abides, fingers trailing down to assess the wetness between her thighs. Satisfied, he guides himself into her, releasing a soft moan against her neck as they finally become one. Loki takes a moment to allow Wanda to adjust, hyper-aware of every breath and shift of her body, and it feels... safe, despite his worry for the future.
Shifting his weight, he begins moving his hips in a languid fashion, never fully withdrawing from her. The primal urge to claim has subsided for something gentler, an unhurried desire to simply be in the moment, until she indicates otherwise. ]
[She cries out at the intensity of their joining. It's easier progress than might have been expected - she is very wet for him and half-melted into the bed already. It's a pleasant stretch, even the side of it that stings, and he feels so good when he's finally seated fully inside her.
She leans her head against his and just breathes for a moment. It feels like completion. It feels like home.]
Loki...
[She sighs his name like a prayer, moaning when he begins to move. He is so careful with her, so kind, as he's always been. They move together, Wanda finding more boldness as her body fully adjusts, and finally she shifts to kiss him with the same level of softness.
She'd wanted to bottle up the feeling of his pleasure earlier, but nothing could ever compare to this. She's in no hurry to rush to the finish line, either. This is definitely about the experience, not the destination, and a gentle, thorough claiming is far more in line with her own desires.]
[ Her warmth engulfs all of his senses in heady flame, and in this moment, he surrenders.
She allows him to rediscover a person he hasn't been in centuries, to step away from self-imposed shadows -- if only briefly. Loki doubts she would have offered such grace without their shared bond, having no logical reason to, and he doubts she'll continue to do so when he can no longer quietly juggle his stolen throne and their relationship. How can he possibly keep it concealed for much longer? He'd never considered anything but the throne when he'd wrought it from Odin's gnarled hands. Rulership was to be his partner.
How could someone like him hope to change?
Her name falls from his lips like a ghost, whispers punctuated by ragged breaths and low moans drawn from the back of his throat. Her words melt away his worries, bathing him in the comfort of now, just the two of them in this bed, their haven. He watches the creases of pleasure in her expression with adoration, and pauses to indulge in yet another kiss- deeply, thoroughly. ]
Stay with me, [ he murmurs, rocking his hips once more, his voice husky with need. The books can wait. Her tutors can wait. Right now, he just wants to spend the rest of eternity in this bed with her. ]
[And stay she does, meeting him in the kiss with equal eagerness, freely surrendering herself to him for the night. She doesn't want it to end, but she is only human and her body has other needs that can only be put off so long, especially as relaxed and content as she is. Eventually they wind up curled together, Wanda's head over his heart, and they sleep. She is far less troubled than he - if nothing else, she has learned that she can only live for now because everything can be taken from her in an instant. (Or in their case, her life is a fragile thing and she could easily be taken from him. It almost happened once, on that ill-fated expedition to Muspelheim.)
She can't imagine any of the Avengers would understand or approve of her actions, but with him she is seen and understood in a way no other living person can. No one else has magic like hers. And they were always drawn together, weren't they? Even were there not soulmates, she could not exist as she is had he not brought the Scepter to Earth.
She is his, as long as he'll have her. And maybe, just maybe, for a brief moment tonight he was hers.
Her dreams are peaceful, and when the sunlight wakes her she can't find the strength to move. She stirs only enough to use her powers to draw the curtains shut and snuggles closer. Hopefully this won't be the only time they're able to indulge in each other like this, but these softer moments with Loki are rare and always to be treasured.]
[ Having briefly woken before her, Loki simply nudges her head against his cheek and makes no other motion to rise. This morning, he'd awakened next to the warmth of a loved one -- because as much as he cannot bid himself to admit it, she does ensnare his heart fully -- and he'd feared to move would break the spell, this magick she'd indulged for him, to remain at his side. Now that she'd stirred, he contemplates the wisdom, or lack thereof, in hoarding her for the day. Of all the kingdoms and races, though, the Light Elves would be the most understanding of a Midgardian's need to satiate their curiosity in such a fae-like realm.
Probably chortle to themselves in conspiratorial delight to see the Midgardian and her hand-maiden so close together.
His arm, wrapped around her smaller frame, shifts to allow him to brush strands of hair away from her face. ]
Wanda, [ he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. He supposes he'll need to get out of bed one way or the other, to address the matter of breakfast -- though, realistically, she'll likely be the one to take the reins, his own experience quite lacking in comparison... ]
I'm so sorry, I've either had migraine brain or soup for brains
[She shifts just enough to press a few random kisses to his chest. Sleep has its talons in her and she feels so comfortable and safe that it's hard to fully shake it off. She just wants to stay like this for a while longer before the spell of last night breaks. Surely breakfast can wait a while longer. She's aware of being hungry, just like she's aware of a degree of soreness in certain places, but all of it pales in comparison to the soul-deep need to stay close to him.
...would it be terrible of her to claim that she's not feeling well and needs, ahem, bed rest to get out of lessons today? Wanda values her time here and the opportunity she's been granted, of course, but surely taking one day off in a world of such long-lived beings would be all right?
Finally she properly opens her eyes and gazes up at him with pure adoration.]
[ His heart flutters at her affections. Suddenly, Loki finds himself almost shy, hoping that she does not feel his reaction, conventionally or otherwise. It doesn't quite reach his face, so that he appears no less pleasantly drowsy when she finally opens her eyes, but it hits him again -- another soft wave of warmth to see this, have this. ]
Good morning, [ he replies, his smile as tender as his touch upon her face. ] Slept well?
[ The question of her status is, for once in a long, long time, entirely innocuous. There is no underlying suspicion, no resentment, no partially formed retort. For the first time in decades, he had slept with a nothing that offered more than anything it ever had -- a comforting weight to settle the thoughts and feelings ever churning beneath the surface. His acceptance of Wanda's love had been the cause; even Loki cannot deny that fact. ]
[Wanda leans into that touch, craving every little point of contact she can get. She is putty in his hands, hopelessly falling for him, and whatever caution she might have once felt has been fully discarded. Or rather, the love she feels for him has burned it all away.]
Because of you.
[She turns her head to kiss the palm of his hand, gentle and sweet. She can barely bring herself to move, except when it brings them closer together. She doesn't want to break the delicate spell of comfort and warmth woven around them.]
And you? I hope you slept as well as I did, but if you want to stay a little longer...
[She smiles warmly up at him. He's always beautiful to her, but like this - there's a softness about his eyes that melts her heart. Maybe he can't ever be truly hers in the way that she is his, but she doubts he smiles at anyone else like that. This, at least, is just for her.]
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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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She had thought she would never find anything or anyone to fill the void left by Pietro and Sokovia. It's felt like few people see Wanda instead of a living weapon to be feared or turned to their own ends. But while their magic may have brought them together, it's not why either of them are still here.
She clings to him, arching into his touch and angling her head to offer more of her neck to him. One hand finds his hair and tangles into the soft strands.]
Please, Loki...I need you.
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Shifting his weight, he begins moving his hips in a languid fashion, never fully withdrawing from her. The primal urge to claim has subsided for something gentler, an unhurried desire to simply be in the moment, until she indicates otherwise. ]
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She leans her head against his and just breathes for a moment. It feels like completion. It feels like home.]
Loki...
[She sighs his name like a prayer, moaning when he begins to move. He is so careful with her, so kind, as he's always been. They move together, Wanda finding more boldness as her body fully adjusts, and finally she shifts to kiss him with the same level of softness.
She'd wanted to bottle up the feeling of his pleasure earlier, but nothing could ever compare to this. She's in no hurry to rush to the finish line, either. This is definitely about the experience, not the destination, and a gentle, thorough claiming is far more in line with her own desires.]
You're perfect. I love you so much.
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She allows him to rediscover a person he hasn't been in centuries, to step away from self-imposed shadows -- if only briefly. Loki doubts she would have offered such grace without their shared bond, having no logical reason to, and he doubts she'll continue to do so when he can no longer quietly juggle his stolen throne and their relationship. How can he possibly keep it concealed for much longer? He'd never considered anything but the throne when he'd wrought it from Odin's gnarled hands. Rulership was to be his partner.
How could someone like him hope to change?
Her name falls from his lips like a ghost, whispers punctuated by ragged breaths and low moans drawn from the back of his throat. Her words melt away his worries, bathing him in the comfort of now, just the two of them in this bed, their haven. He watches the creases of pleasure in her expression with adoration, and pauses to indulge in yet another kiss- deeply, thoroughly. ]
Stay with me, [ he murmurs, rocking his hips once more, his voice husky with need. The books can wait. Her tutors can wait. Right now, he just wants to spend the rest of eternity in this bed with her. ]
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She can't imagine any of the Avengers would understand or approve of her actions, but with him she is seen and understood in a way no other living person can. No one else has magic like hers. And they were always drawn together, weren't they? Even were there not soulmates, she could not exist as she is had he not brought the Scepter to Earth.
She is his, as long as he'll have her. And maybe, just maybe, for a brief moment tonight he was hers.
Her dreams are peaceful, and when the sunlight wakes her she can't find the strength to move. She stirs only enough to use her powers to draw the curtains shut and snuggles closer. Hopefully this won't be the only time they're able to indulge in each other like this, but these softer moments with Loki are rare and always to be treasured.]
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Probably chortle to themselves in conspiratorial delight to see the Midgardian and her hand-maiden so close together.
His arm, wrapped around her smaller frame, shifts to allow him to brush strands of hair away from her face. ]
Wanda, [ he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. He supposes he'll need to get out of bed one way or the other, to address the matter of breakfast -- though, realistically, she'll likely be the one to take the reins, his own experience quite lacking in comparison... ]
I'm so sorry, I've either had migraine brain or soup for brains
[She shifts just enough to press a few random kisses to his chest. Sleep has its talons in her and she feels so comfortable and safe that it's hard to fully shake it off. She just wants to stay like this for a while longer before the spell of last night breaks. Surely breakfast can wait a while longer. She's aware of being hungry, just like she's aware of a degree of soreness in certain places, but all of it pales in comparison to the soul-deep need to stay close to him.
...would it be terrible of her to claim that she's not feeling well and needs, ahem, bed rest to get out of lessons today? Wanda values her time here and the opportunity she's been granted, of course, but surely taking one day off in a world of such long-lived beings would be all right?
Finally she properly opens her eyes and gazes up at him with pure adoration.]
Good morning.
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Good morning, [ he replies, his smile as tender as his touch upon her face. ] Slept well?
[ The question of her status is, for once in a long, long time, entirely innocuous. There is no underlying suspicion, no resentment, no partially formed retort. For the first time in decades, he had slept with a nothing that offered more than anything it ever had -- a comforting weight to settle the thoughts and feelings ever churning beneath the surface. His acceptance of Wanda's love had been the cause; even Loki cannot deny that fact. ]
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Because of you.
[She turns her head to kiss the palm of his hand, gentle and sweet. She can barely bring herself to move, except when it brings them closer together. She doesn't want to break the delicate spell of comfort and warmth woven around them.]
And you? I hope you slept as well as I did, but if you want to stay a little longer...
[She smiles warmly up at him. He's always beautiful to her, but like this - there's a softness about his eyes that melts her heart. Maybe he can't ever be truly hers in the way that she is his, but she doubts he smiles at anyone else like that. This, at least, is just for her.]
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