He was doing a good job at playing the role and what he was saying matched everything else. She was going to metaphorically unravel, as most heroines did in a novel. But instead of through blood loss, her swooning would be via touch and encouragement. When Loki mentioned that she would be caught, Puck's reasoning stopped for a moment With a few more strokes coupled with everything, her hands flew to his shoulders suddenly.

Puck held to him tightly, her hips finally moving as her climax met him, body tensing as she cried out but quickly blinked. She refused to let her eyes close and again sipped from the cup known as admiring ones lover as Puck's dominate hand raked through his hair as if looking for gold itself. She wouldn't be the only one left a mess, even temporarily. Though the comedy of everything would land after, right now Puck allowed herself to feel everything else. Loki's name was gasped and then panted, and Puck almost saw stars.