[ Always. The corner of her mouth is met with a kiss, and Dany's breath catches in her throat. This time, she allows the touch to linger, her skin tingling pleasantly at the slow heat between them. Few things in any world can coax her to breathe into the beat of her own heart, but Loki has a knack for arresting her senses, for holding her at a lingering burn.
Her eyes close, and then she turns her head to return the gesture, before nipping very deliberately in a sly confirmation that all of her is tenacious. When she speaks, her voice is thick, the tease low with contained desire. ]
Only to defy you.
[ Her hands are tracing the contours of Loki's body, palms beginning flush at the hips and roving over the curve there as they trail upward. For the moment, propriety can burn. So, too, can anyone who might speak against her open secret. ]
no subject
Her eyes close, and then she turns her head to return the gesture, before nipping very deliberately in a sly confirmation that all of her is tenacious. When she speaks, her voice is thick, the tease low with contained desire. ]
Only to defy you.
[ Her hands are tracing the contours of Loki's body, palms beginning flush at the hips and roving over the curve there as they trail upward. For the moment, propriety can burn. So, too, can anyone who might speak against her open secret. ]