[Loki beams, curling up next to Natasha on the sofa, her head in Natasha's lap, one hand stealing out to lightly stroke the back of her calf. The gauzy fabric of her short green dress rustles as it hikes further up her thighs as she nuzzles a bit against Natasha's leg] You could have gifted me with more than one, you know. Not that I am ever greedy, but solely to spare yourself the effort of winnowing them down. Though of this one I did quite approve.
[The fingers of one hand combed through dark locks as the other slipped into Loki's dress and rest comfortably on her breast. She idly rubbed the woman's skin and smiled back before she arched an eyebrow.] How do you know I still won't? I'm just easing into it. I am also trying not to seem amused at you dispelling the myth that you're greedy. Perhaps not greedy as such, but certainly one with a large appetite for all things. I'm glad you liked it, darling.
I love it. [Loki gives a little sigh of approval as Natasha's fingers comb through her hair, and when the redhead slips a hand inside her dress, fingers seeking Loki's breast, she presses into the touch, turning enough to sling a leg over the back of the couch, her skirt almost all the way to her hips.]
Well. Perhaps I am a little greedy. But who would not be, when the focus of my greed is as beautiful as yourself?
I could ask you the same thing. [Especially when Loki moved her leg like that. Natasha rubbed her palm against her breast, smiling a little when she felt Loki's nipple pebble against her skin. She licked her lips as a familiar warmth started to pool between her thighs at the sight of more of the goddess' skin on display and the wonder she knew existed between those pale legs.]
We are each other's focus, and I am in no way disappointed.
Your words are always so sweet. [She's arching up into Natasha's touch, a little whimper escaping her lips, her legs falling open, a peek of her simple, low cut little white panties showing from under her skirt. She usually forgoes such things, and has once more forgone even the idea of a bra, but the idea of such a naughty little display appeals to her.
A hand reaches up, burying itself in Tasha's flame-red hair] Though this should not surprise, for they pass to me through such sweet lips that they could be ne'er else.
When they apply to you. [Natasha's smile became tinged with a wickedness before her attention returned to Loki's form. She switched hands so that her left was tucked into the dark-haired woman's dress, continuing to tease and arouse as her right hand slid down her stomach to rub over those enticing panties.
While going without underwear usually happened more often than not, she had to admit she liked the moments when Loki remembered to tease her with such a sight.] For anyone else, I doubt they are quite so sweet. Just as for anyone else, my touch is never quite so gentle.
[Her hips are rocking up into the touch, her back arched to press further into Natasha's hand; Loki wriggles about shamelessly, seeking for the pleasure she knows lives in the touch, in the skill of her fingers and in the honeyed mastery of her tongue. Loki's fingers card through Natasha's hair as she seeks more of Natasha's fingers, as she whimpers at the slow-building ache they leave in their wake, at the heat coiling up inside her as continues to squirm] Gentle or rough, as long as it be your touch I want it; I want all of it.
And I continue to marvel at the fact that I keep your attention captivated because of it. [As much as Natasha adored the being resting across her lap she still knew that at one point it had been a very tenuous connection. That at any point it might still become that again. She wasn't so naive as to think a mortal would keep an Asgard's attention for their entire life. She would grow old, she would wither. Assuming she survived long enough to see grey hair.
It was a sobering thought at such a time, but it didn't ruin the moment. It didn't stop Natasha's fingers pushing past the edge of Loki's panties to tease over her folds, her touch featherlight. Finally she dipped her middle finger inside, gathering moisture before moving it up to slowly rub her clit.] You have everything I am capable of giving, and perhaps more. Nothing withheld, nothing guarded. I am exposed and unapologetically so. A unique position I find myself in.
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Well. Perhaps I am a little greedy. But who would not be, when the focus of my greed is as beautiful as yourself?
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We are each other's focus, and I am in no way disappointed.
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A hand reaches up, burying itself in Tasha's flame-red hair] Though this should not surprise, for they pass to me through such sweet lips that they could be ne'er else.
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While going without underwear usually happened more often than not, she had to admit she liked the moments when Loki remembered to tease her with such a sight.] For anyone else, I doubt they are quite so sweet. Just as for anyone else, my touch is never quite so gentle.
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It was a sobering thought at such a time, but it didn't ruin the moment. It didn't stop Natasha's fingers pushing past the edge of Loki's panties to tease over her folds, her touch featherlight. Finally she dipped her middle finger inside, gathering moisture before moving it up to slowly rub her clit.] You have everything I am capable of giving, and perhaps more. Nothing withheld, nothing guarded. I am exposed and unapologetically so. A unique position I find myself in.
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