[ Dany manages only a brief huff of amusement, warm and fleeting, before the next kiss comes. Her lips part without thought in answer to a well-liked presence, the initial fluttering in her belly stirring itself into heat. I have grown wanton. The press of the wall is cold against her back, waves of dark and silver hair curtaining their faces. Loki's lips are soft, fuller than they would be if they had belonged to a man, and they are insistent upon hers, eliciting a wanting little sound that breaks in her throat.
Hearing no witnesses around them, the queen hooks a booted leg playfully around Loki's ankle, tugging impatiently. She doesn't wish to break the kiss, but the command is clear, mouth sweetly lost against Loki's own: Closer. ]
cw: nsfw probably
Hearing no witnesses around them, the queen hooks a booted leg playfully around Loki's ankle, tugging impatiently. She doesn't wish to break the kiss, but the command is clear, mouth sweetly lost against Loki's own: Closer. ]