Oh? [ He arches a brow at her, amusement crossing his features. ] Is that an offer for me or a request from you?
[ Loki nudges her forehead with his nose, pressing a chaste kiss upon her skin. ]
Tempting though it is, I think we ought to rise, little witch. [ She'd nothing substantial to eat yesterday after the welcoming feast and that had been nearly twenty fours ago. Powerful sorceress though she may be, she is still only human. Regretfully, Loki slowly starts to disentangle himself from her, pushing himself up to a sitting position, pausing only to admire the image of Wanda resting next to where he laid, chest swelling with fondness. At his feet, he conjures one of his personal robes, dark green silk with golden embroidery, to slip into for the sake of modesty. ]
Anything for you, [she says softly, laughing as she curls closer. And she really does means it. Unfortunately, her stomach chooses this exact moment to betray her and growl. Wanda huffs and makes a face, only reluctantly disentangling herself from him. She knows he's right, but it doesn't make it any easier to release him.
Her own clothes are strewn about the floor where they'd fallen last night and, quite frankly, Wanda's not in the mood to immediately put on a corset. She calls the chemise to her with her magic, gives it an appraising look, and pulls it over her head. Loki's got the right idea, and she's seen many leading ladies swanning around in robes far more extravagant than what Loki's conjured up. But what Wanda creates for herself is somewhere in between - it's a long black robe with flowing sleeves over a simple nightgown that gives a more than generous view of her cleavage. But there's no embroidery or feathers or any ornamentation at all beyond the decorative clasp under the bust.
She'll return it to its original form later but this feels more appropriate. It's a lot better than trying to wrangle herself into a real dress at least.]
I might be able to make pancakes and eggs. If I can stand.
[It's clearly a joke, but she does still feel kind of melted.]
[ With the shift in the nature of their relationship, Loki no longer finds necessity in tempering the attraction Wanda so effortlessly invokes. His eyes follow the flowing line of her chosen attire, unabashedly appreciating the artful shadowing of curves and cloth against her skin -- what they promise beneath. He rolls his lower lip beneath his teeth, even as something quiet stirs in the back of his skull. ]
That sounds suspiciously like a challenge, [ he says, flashing her a crooked smile as he offers her his hand, to help her rise. Mere seconds later, the quiet stirring clicks; Loki's smile falters as disquiet swirls in his stomach. ]
[Wanda can't help but feel oddly powerful under his gaze, in his obvious desire. And for all her skill at acting, in matters of the heart Wanda has always been painfully obvious. At least now there is no shame or embarrassment in looking at him with open adoration.
He helps her to her feet and miraculously she doesn't just collapse into a contented puddle, although there is an unmistakable twinge of pain. It's to be expected, and she's just starting to wonder if there might be an opportunity for her to quietly handle it herself when of course he notices. Precious little escapes him, especially when one has the full weight of his attention.]
If you're going to apologize, don't. [Tenderly, she reaches up to cup his cheek.] I don't regret anything.
[ Loki places his palm over the back of her hand that rests against his cheek, basking in the warmth of her palm for a brief moment. Then, he draws her hand away and lifts it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles. ]
Neither do I, [ he says quietly, meeting her gaze. He needs her to know this, believe this. Loki cannot even remember his first sexual encounter with another person, not even the gender, but he knows it's unlikely to be the same with Wanda, human as she is.
He takes a half-step backward, inviting her to step toward him. If she cannot walk, then he will carry her, but he will not assume -- would not want that to be assumed of him were their positions reversed. ]
[And Wanda's heart just melts at that simple gesture. There's an earnest sweetness to Loki under everything, a softer core she seems to be catching more glimpses of now that they're away from Asgard. It's hard to not give into the urge to use her powers to press him into the nearest wall for more kisses. But he is right - they do need to eat.
Wanda takes both his hand and his arm, entangling herself with him. This is a good compromise. She doesn't have to let him go just yet, but they can extricate themselves from the bedroom.]
You will handle breakfast...and maybe I will handle dessert.
[There's light mischief in her voice. What does that mean? He'll just have to find out.]
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[ Loki nudges her forehead with his nose, pressing a chaste kiss upon her skin. ]
Tempting though it is, I think we ought to rise, little witch. [ She'd nothing substantial to eat yesterday after the welcoming feast and that had been nearly twenty fours ago. Powerful sorceress though she may be, she is still only human. Regretfully, Loki slowly starts to disentangle himself from her, pushing himself up to a sitting position, pausing only to admire the image of Wanda resting next to where he laid, chest swelling with fondness. At his feet, he conjures one of his personal robes, dark green silk with golden embroidery, to slip into for the sake of modesty. ]
omg sorry!!!
Her own clothes are strewn about the floor where they'd fallen last night and, quite frankly, Wanda's not in the mood to immediately put on a corset. She calls the chemise to her with her magic, gives it an appraising look, and pulls it over her head. Loki's got the right idea, and she's seen many leading ladies swanning around in robes far more extravagant than what Loki's conjured up. But what Wanda creates for herself is somewhere in between - it's a long black robe with flowing sleeves over a simple nightgown that gives a more than generous view of her cleavage. But there's no embroidery or feathers or any ornamentation at all beyond the decorative clasp under the bust.
She'll return it to its original form later but this feels more appropriate. It's a lot better than trying to wrangle herself into a real dress at least.]
I might be able to make pancakes and eggs. If I can stand.
[It's clearly a joke, but she does still feel kind of melted.]
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That sounds suspiciously like a challenge, [ he says, flashing her a crooked smile as he offers her his hand, to help her rise. Mere seconds later, the quiet stirring clicks; Loki's smile falters as disquiet swirls in his stomach. ]
Was that... your first time?
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He helps her to her feet and miraculously she doesn't just collapse into a contented puddle, although there is an unmistakable twinge of pain. It's to be expected, and she's just starting to wonder if there might be an opportunity for her to quietly handle it herself when of course he notices. Precious little escapes him, especially when one has the full weight of his attention.]
If you're going to apologize, don't. [Tenderly, she reaches up to cup his cheek.] I don't regret anything.
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Neither do I, [ he says quietly, meeting her gaze. He needs her to know this, believe this. Loki cannot even remember his first sexual encounter with another person, not even the gender, but he knows it's unlikely to be the same with Wanda, human as she is.
He takes a half-step backward, inviting her to step toward him. If she cannot walk, then he will carry her, but he will not assume -- would not want that to be assumed of him were their positions reversed. ]
Come. I will handle breakfast.
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Wanda takes both his hand and his arm, entangling herself with him. This is a good compromise. She doesn't have to let him go just yet, but they can extricate themselves from the bedroom.]
You will handle breakfast...and maybe I will handle dessert.
[There's light mischief in her voice. What does that mean? He'll just have to find out.]