bulletsandbracelets | New York Fun Times [closed to hashisreasons]

On her part, there was no rushing into anything. Slow, languid kisses, hands moving down fine fabric... The build up could be as delicious as the act itself, if both parties knew what they wanted. She does slowly start at some of the buttons on his shirt, the top few. Just slowly.

The top buttons reveal the smooth expanse of his neck and collarbone, a glimpse of skin beneath the surface. One hand slowly moved up and down her body, before placing his hand on her abdomen, just below her breast. He could ply her with pretty words, but they were unnecessary. His touch, his actions would be his marker.

Her hand reached up, delicately tracing along the lines of his collarbone, dipping where they did. His skin was beautiful, Diana thought dimly, aware of how odds the words would have sounded if said out loud. (She knew find well if he were aware of them, Loki would make references to certain horror movies...) It was smooth and unmarred, and she wondered briefly if he had magically removed any scarring he found unsightly. Not all scars, of course, he had grown up in a culture that had seen such things as a mark of honour, and he would not go without some, but perhaps one of two which stood out to him as particularly painful.

Smiling softly at the thought, she reached for him, kissing him deeply, hands moving to work on the other buttons. Taking their time was all well and good, but speed was okay for some small things.

He had been very good about hiding his scars and also very good at not getting many. He wasn't the warrior that Thor was. In a way, he could be a lover and a fighter without the scarring.

His own hands moved lower, starting at her ankles and slowly going higher. His hands ghosted up her legs, fingertips brushing against her skin as he leaned in to kiss her back. He wanted to worship her like the goddess that she was.

There was a soft exhale from Diana, clearly enjoying the treatment Loki was giving her. She stroked at his cheek when he came back up to kiss her, fingers stroking down his chest in a slow manner

For a moment, Loki laid there, just kissing her. One hand fisted into her hair and he smiled as his lips brushed hers. He really did feel for her, care for her in a way he'd seldom cared for anything but himself. "Diana," he whispered, his tongue lapping at her bottom lip. "I... I don't want this night to end."

There was a soft smile in return.

"Let's just enjoy our time," she said, "the end is still far from near."

"It is." Loki smiled and leaned up, brushing his soft lips against her earlobe. His breath was warm against her skin as he whispered into it. "My feelings for you are here, have been here, and will be here for a long time to come." He smiled as he let his fingers trail up and down her body, ghosting so lightly over her that he barely touched her at all. "Your smile dazzles a room as it dazzles my heart." He pulled back, gently kissing her nose as he did so.

One hand took hers in his, threading their fingers together. "I can't help myself. I've wanted you so much. I never thought that I would ever be in this position with you." His lips kissed down her neck to her collarbone, teeth grazing at her skin as he moved lower. "I want to worship you, my lips and fingers covering all of your body."

"You always have such fine words," she breathed out, holding their hands together and squeezing to let him know if what he was doing was good or not. (It was.) "Will you actions match the words spoken?" It was a tease, a challenge, and they both knew it. But who would they be if they were not able to do such things with each other?

"Am I not here?" He smiled, raising an eyebrow at her. His hand slid slowly down her body to her hips, thrusting down against her."Do you not feel me on top of you? Have I not fought beside you for many, many years?" He leaned down, gently nipping at her neck, teeth dragging across her soft skin. "I can stop..."

She rocks against him as he thrusts, a leg hooking around one of his to pull him closer. She smiles, and lays a gentle kiss on his mouth.

"Don't you dare."

"Ooh, Diana. Such pleasure. Such potential for pain." One eyebrow raised and he smirked as he kissed her back, one hand moving up to fist into her hair. "Don't tempt me. I think both of us could handle anything the other dished out. Not all love is gentle and kind." He didn't pull her hair, but his grip was firm.

In truth, he had no desire to stop. If anything, he wanted to rip her clothes off of her and do something very much not polite or innocent. His back arched and he ran his hand down her spine. "So, tell me what you want," he hissed.

"Who said I was looking for gentle and kind?" She replied back, arching her head back to gaze him directly in the eyes, that challenging smile still covering her face.

"First of all?" She said, lowering her hands to push at his shirt. "I want this off."

"Oh, is that all." Loki grinned and got up to his feet. Standing beside the bed, he began to strip his clothes off. His eyes, dark and hungry, never left hers as he stripped himself vulnerable. Whatever she wanted, he would give it to her.

It aroused him at the prospect of something a little rougher than gentle and kind.

She moved to the edge of the bed, watching with a hungry expression as he undressed. She reached out, touching his belt buckle, undoing it before standing herself, a hand reaching around to undo the zip of her dress.

Loki smiled, a wolfish grin at her as he felt his clothes falling to the floor. His eyes practically devoured her as he eyed her up and down. He had been so amused, so turned on by her in so many ways over the years. He still wanted to pinch himself, unbelieving that she was finally here before him.

He smiled and moved behind her, stilling her hand. Soft lips moved forward, kissing her shoulder as he slowly undid the zipper of her dress, listening to the teeth come apart in the quiet of the room. "So beautiful," he murmured against her neck.

He would be able to feel the pleasant shudder that went down her back, her hand reaching behind to stroke at his hair, encouraging his actions. She paused, only to allow her dress to slid off and drop to the floor, where she stepped out of it. Turning round to face Loki, she smiled, running her fingers along his chest.

"This is a good start."

Strong, gentle fingers reached out to run up and down the length of her arm. His head tilted to the side as he stepped in closer to her. One hand moved up to her cheek, gently cupping her cheek. She was the most beautiful creature he ever had been lucky enough to lay eyes on. Words couldn't express his feelings toward her.

Loki moved in, brushing his soft lips against her shoulder, kissing up her neck to the spot behind her ear.

She followed the movement of the fingers, eyes closing in a blissful expression as she felt his lips on her. She moved her own hand, stroking encouragingly at his shoulders and down his back.

"Diana," he purred. He smiled as he shivered at her touch, his back arching and the Asgarding shifting a little on his feet. He smiled at the goddess, one hand moving up to cup her cheek. "I have never seen you more beautiful."

Diana smiled, wide and somehow lazy. "You," she said, trailing her hand up his chest, "are entirely biased." The smile grew, there was a flash in her eyes. Then she pushed with that hand, pushing him on to the bed on his back, and climbing over him.

The wolfish grin was back as he gazed up at her, clearly enjoying her taking a more dominant role. Strong arms reached for her as she found her place above him. "Bias. I do not know the meaning of this word. Is it a Midgardian phrase?" He laughed and leaned up, pulling her in for a kiss, his head tilting to the side as he does so. Soft lips brush against hers and one hand moves up into her hair. His back arches, his fingers tugging on her soft locks as he loses himself in how good she feels above him.

"You know fine well what it means, and do not pretend otherwise," Diana laughed back, kissing him with surprising softness considering the earlier push. She settled herself on him, straddling his lap, using her own legs to make sure he would stay down. A hand on his chest push him back down after the kiss again, fingers turning in so her nails could trail along the flesh, leaving soft red marks in their path.

She straightened herself up, slowly moving against him in a deliberate tease. There were still the layers of their respective underwear between them, but that did not mean she could not have a bit of fun at first.

"I really don't. You'll have to teach me," he purred. He watched her, soft lips parting, eyes darkening with lust as he watched her take control. He didn't know what was more arousing, her or her dominating attitude. Both were quite a turn on to him. His whole body shivered, something he was sure she could feel beneath him as she ran her fingers along his soft skin. "Yes," he hissed. He did love her when she was like that.

His back arched, his hips pushing up against her as he didn't even try to hold back. "Diana," he growled, the thinnest veil of fabric, damp now with arousal between them. He could feel her body, moist on top of him. The way he could feel her rubbing against him only served to make his cock twitch harder with desire.

Her eyes closed, nails digging into his chest as she continued to slowly roll herself along the growing hardness of his cock. She knew he could feel the wetness and warmth coming from her, as much as she could feel him twitching beneath her, urging her movements on.

"Come now, my God of Mischief," she purred, leaning over him, her face a breath away from his. "Are you just going to lie there or will you fight back?"

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