Can you blame me? [She took a few steps to the side, staying out of his reach for now but giving him multiple angles to admire her from. She wiggled her fingers and held her arms out as if she were casting a spell.] Is that the only reason you stand there? I'd like to think it's for more than my magic. That you're still here willingly.
[His eyes raked over her body, his fingers aching to follow their bold paths; but she's dancing now, and he'll play along with that, will nip playfully toward her fingers as she wiggles them teasingly at him] Perhaps I submitted willingly and with clear heart and eyes to your spell. What of that?
[Natasha grinned as he nipped at her fingers, moving in circles as she rolled her hips and formed abstract shapes with her arms. She really was dancing now.] Mm, then I will accept you as my permanent disciple. You will never be freed from my spell. What of that, my darling Trickster?
[He drank her in, her lithe movements and her beauty, the feral grace of each step, each dip and reach of her arms. His fingers steal out for her, and again just miss, his fingertips a breath from her skin] I say that I am at my Mistress' whim, her dedicated servant in all things.
[Natasha's hair flicked out as she spun, the short strands nowhere near close to hitting Loki, but it did create a brilliant flash of red. And then she was finally close, finally moving in with her back pressed up against his front as her hands found his and she pulled his arms around her waist. Her hips hadn't stopped, still moving to music that was playing in her head.] And she will never want for a better servant than you. Never have any need unmet if you are in charge of fulfilling them.
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