That kiss made Loki smile against Puck's mouth, and the hand that had been holding her moved up to wind through silver-white-strands of hair. Temporarily red eyes watched her with affection and mirth and banked heat. "My Robin, my Puck....you are constant source of joy." With a soft little laugh, then another kiss and Loki using his slightly greater weight and bulk to bear them both back down to the bed.

One leg slipping between hers, as his fingers played softly once more at her center. Light touches, moving along legs and hip and belly, but always back to that intimate core. Loki supported himself on his other arm, and moved his kisses and head down once more. More love nips and kisses and soothing, but this time as he reached her chest he paid special attention to her breasts. Teasing the peaks, the skin itself, including leaving another love mark against fair skin over her heart.