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"A fair point." Puck answered as she met Loki's eyes and admired the canines with a light laugh. She leaned forward and kissed him gently before Puck looked to her dress. "That sounds like the best next step-- Are we using magic for this, or our hands?"

A rhetorical question, as Puck worked on taking the dress off manually. It wasn't as opulent as some others she'd pictured, so it didn't take quite as long. Once the dress was fully off, Puck remained still for a moment- still in panties, but not much else.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she began to take them off, switching between looking at what her hands were doing and Loki. "Speaking of showing fully."

"Hands, my dear Robin. It's more fun that way." Loki murmured, moving to help where he could. By shifting his body or helping with the fabric. Her dress was placed carefully to the side with care, and he leaned down and kissed her. Loving, soft, affectionate. Then pulled back, as she started to remove the last garment she wore.

"True. It is my turn isn't it?" Loki shifted to get at his trousers, taking them and undergarments down in one motion. Keeping himself close, though off of her body. He did not take such care with his own garments, but settled on his side. Stretching out, leaning on one hand, smirking with his temporary fangs. He'd never been body shy and he certainly wouldn't now, as he admired Puck in turn with his eyes.

"Of course it is." She agreed with a laugh against his mouth as he kissed her again. Once he was equally undressed, she drank Loki in like fine wine. The smirk was as entertaining as the situation itself, and contrasted with the gloomy atmosphere of the magic Puck had used to set the stage.

Puck loved it as much as she loved Loki himself. "A fair turn and a fair sight." Likewise Puck wasn't body shy at all. The blush had been only slightly from modesty, and her breasts rose and fell with each breath taken. Puck sat up slowly and moved until she was closer to Loki.

"As fun as it is to look at each other, I'd like to touch you, too. Where should I touch you first?"

She was beautiful; lean and toned frame no matter which gender Puck was being, with fair skin and silver hair. Although if Loki had to choose a favorite attribute of his partner, it would be the eyes. Those blue-eyes hid nothing from him, and he loved watching the various emotions and lively thoughts that danced within them.

Sitting up with her, one hand came to her face and brushed her hair back. Fingers gently teasing an ear. "Wherever you'd like. I am open to you, in ways I trust no one else. I would like to touch you as well, if I may?" Playing the role, although there was truth to it too. "I do promise not to bite, but I also am looking forward to leaving small love-nips against your fair skin."

Puck's build came with being a fae as much as anything else she did with her spare time. Another part of her existence that was fun. Her breath hitched momentarily as Loki smoothed some of her hair back and touched one of her ears.

She would be a good gothic heroine, and not be moved to tears yet again. But as Loki shared more with her, Puck nodded. "Please, I want nothing more right now." He promised no biting and Puck's eyes flashed with amusement and a slight thoughtfulness as she made a point to consider the counter offer seriously.

It failed, and she buried her face into his chest for a moment. Her tone was soft, even a little hesitant- but not for fear of rejection. "I'm glad, because I don't think I could handle actually being bitten." Puck moved back to where she could look at him properly and began to trace her hands down from his shoulders, moving towards his sides.

But a second later, she added, a bit more quieter. "You could, if you wanted to."

Loki let her hide for the moment, wrapping an arm around her and continuing to brush her hair soothingly. Then chuckled with her words, and let her move. Her more quiet admission brought another chuckle, and Loki leaned in without disturbing her touching him. To nuzzle her neck, up to her ear, as his hands traced along her arms to her own shoulders and down her sides. "Love nips are more fun, and will show up quite nicely against your skin." Teasingly, following it up with a brief nip to her ear. Playful pressure, not enough to hurt. Not even enough to leave a mark--a suggestion.

Puck kept her hands moving as they slowly explored each other. "Oh? I hadn't even considered that. They would be nicer than bite marks." She gasped suddenly as Loki nipped at her ear and gripped right above his thighs to steady her hands.

"More admiration, then? I won't say no to it." The suggestion had been delivered and the more Puck thought about it, the nicer the idea sounded along with everything else. Her hands resumed moving, drawing slow circles on his skin.

"I'm sure they'll look nice." Puck moved to trailing the inside of Loki's legs, fingers easing more inward but not quite touching. Suggestions being returned.

There was certainly no hurry, though Puck could read the cues Loki gave easily. Subtle twitches of muscle under skin, changes to breath. Interested, but enjoying the slow play fully.

Loki was also attentive to Puck's own cues. One hand moving up to wind through her hair and occasionally tease an ear. Kisses moving down once more, to cheek and throat, to collarbone and shoulder. Varying kisses too, from sweet and teasing, to those more passionate love-nips Loki had teased. Nor was his other hand idle, as it moved to trace her form with reverence and confidence. Seeking all those places that might draw a sigh or gasp, teasing along breasts and belly and hip.

They weren't hard to find- Puck wasn't hypersensitive to touch at all, but Loki knew what he was doing and was good at it. She responded with some gasps at her breasts and hips being touched specifically, and would turn her head to accommodate the different types of kisses. The love nips were new and Puck braced for the first but then relaxed into any others that were given. There was the occasional murmur as Puck wanted to return them but couldn't for the time being. An addition to the slow play list.

As he explored her, Puck returned favor, her hands seeking above his hips but promising more focused touches as things continued. The occasional trail near his legs, but suddenly moving towards his neck and hair. Puck loved how Loki felt under her hand and didn't want to stop touching him for focus on her own experience.

Perhaps it was a quality of fae (or at least Oberon's Children) that they were more sensitive to and felt things more strongly when it was tied to emotions. Something that might be used against them in the wrong hands no doubt. Loki however had no intention of misusing it, and was well aware of all the ways Puck was strong and capable. And in specifically with dealing with his emotions, he felt Puck was stronger than himself.

Hearing those murmurs, Loki moved to accommodate her. Still touching, brushing fingers and caressing along smooth skin and toned muscle and delicate curves. But making certain there were kisses delivered equally to mouth and face, and nuzzles, as well as those love nips to other spots. Passion and pleasure shared and given between them. Loki adored how Puck was so responsive, and how she felt against him.

He leaned into her own touches, arching his neck or sighing as she played with his hair. She teased him well, and Loki enjoyed all of it. Subtle twitches of muscle under skin, or in more intimate areas that she had yet to explore. But that was alright--both were heightening sensations for the other, sharing their love in deeply physical ways. Creating poetry with tactile sensations.

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It was something that could probably be used against her, but Puck didn't give that a lot of thought. She had people in his life who she trusted not to do that, and the means to take care of herself. But it was as much a quality of Oberon's Children as anything else. They had been forced to learn humility but had been expected to go into it with confidence.

One of the few things Oberon and Titania chose to do that had almost worked.

Puck's emotions were stirring but it was pleasant and she wouldn't let herself get lost in thoughts of anything but what she and Loki were doing with and to each other. The poetry would be done well.

She smiled at his reactions and would occasionally focus on areas that got stronger reactions; but Puck didn't stay away from others. As Puck reacted to Loki's touches and kisses, she smiled and moved her dominate hand back to his waist before it slipped between his legs, fingers ghosting over the middle in a brief, but firm touch.

She was rewarded with soft sounds of pleasure, a groan or sigh here or there. Like Puck, Loki was not going to let himself get too lost in thoughts of anything other than what they were doing together. Her deciding to grace him with that all too brief intimate touch made him chuckle a bit breathlessly. Moving his head, Loki chased her mouth for a deep kiss, again letting her feel the hint of slightly longer canines from his magic and the illusions.

Teasing her with that kiss and hint of pressure, and a bit breathless when he pulled back. Blue-green eyes studied her, and Loki smiled slowly as he worked one more bit of magic. That blue-green shifted now, to red. As if the color was being bled from it into this new hue.

"Brave of you, my Puck. I had thought to be the first to touch so intimately and close. But as ever you are surprising, and it's one of many things I love about you." Although turn-about was fair play and one hand moved to ghost over her hip in warning, before brushing lower in a wisp of touch.

Puck returned the kiss, the pressure enjoyable and smiled up at Loki. Her skin was flush with color and her eyes narrowed for a second in thought before lighting up with amusement as Loki's eye color changed.

"Of course I'm brave- and I love you, too." There were more compliments to be given, but they were replaced by a sudden gasp mixed with a soft moan as he touched her again. Puck's body responded as her hips rose slightly off of the bed as the touch, trying to seek out more. It was as playful as they both were being.

Oh that was a lovely response, and as much as Loki was in the mood to tease and play... He was also in the mood for mischief. Which right then meant his touch returned. Other arm moving around her to help support, as Loki nuzzled her hair and ear and throat, his hand that had ghosted over before moved more fully now.

Letting fingers glide along the skin of her lower belly and hip, her upper thigh, before moving to that oh so intimate center. Gentle and deliberate strokes, teasing outwardly and moving more inward. Confident, intent on pulling more moans and more reactions.

They had the night, after all.

Puck kissed him again before Loki moved to nuzzling her. They did have the night, and as Loki enjoyed his mischief, Puck's breathing sped up slightly as Loki's fingers played over her and then between her legs.

There were more gasps and moans, with Puck forcing her hips to stay still both to make it easier for Loki to touch her but also so that she could divide some of her energy into touching him. Her hands sought him out again, matching his own stroke speed and pressure. But it was hard to concentrate with each stroke that she was given. Puck would manage-- she refused to be the only one getting pleasure in this situation, even temporarily.

Her other name was breathed out against her ear, low-voiced and laced with emotions of love and lust. His arm stayed around her, only pulled her closer so their bodies could share warmth and be skin to skin. Puck was rewarded with a soft groan of her own as she touched him fully. Warm and swelling with want, as he matched his strokes against her as well. Each feeding the other, fingertips playing her as if she were a master-crafted instrument. Nor were they shy, as the teasing went on; dipping within her at first shallowly, then moving deeper and in a steady pressure and rhythm.

The way they were touching, the emotions fueling everything, the mix of emotions that Puck heard in Loki's voice, Puck was enjoying all of it. As Loki's fingers slipped into her, Puck lost focus for a moment. "Ah.."

She found her focus again and Puck's hands moved slightly quicker. Not enough to bring Loki to climax, but enough to provide a new contrast. She was being played like an instrument, with a groans and sighs but the symphony they were building was going to be as long as needed. Puck kissed him where she could, the feelings threatening to overtake her, but she didn't mind in the slightest.

Loki's voice, murmuring words in asgardian, or bits of either of Puck's names, joined that symphony. Pleased and encouraging, soft and quiet and loving. Like her, he kept his hips still despite a want to move. Loki praised her with his mouth besides simply words. In presses of lips against skin, soft nips occasionally, then soothing any abused skin with his tongue.

Loki also knew from personal experience (as both genders) over centuries, how to take advantage of a woman's form. To ensure she was being pleased, and enjoyed it. Few ever gave a care to it, he'd found--but his ego (in whichever gender) would not let him be a bad lover. That was all before he'd grown to care for others too--and Puck he cared for very very much. Which he focused on showing to her now.

It was a pleasant mix of everything. The addition of soothing her skin wasn't unwelcomed. As Loki focused on her pleasure, Puck kept touching him and making sure he was also enjoying what she was doing.

Her back tried to arch suddenly and Puck bit the tip of her tongue to shock herself out of doing it. She didn't want to lose focus, not yet, and she gave him a few more kisses as her hands kept working his body as expertly as Loki worked hers.

Puck was skilled, and knew Loki well. In some ways, perhaps, better than he knew himself. As much as he enjoyed her touch (seen in hundreds of little cues), he was determined that she should come undone at least once before they joined though. That was his goal, as his fingers and thumb teased her. Dipping in deeper then sliding out, while thumb stroked and caressed and teased. "No my love, let yourself fall. I'll catch you." He murmured from where he was breathing and leaving soft love nips against her neck. As the vampire role he was playing, as much as for enjoyment otherwise.

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.

She was welcome to use him to steady herself, as Loki braced and could easily take it. Who cared about a mess, when it was done via passion? Her hand was welcome to comb through, muss, rake through his hair, even pull if she needed. Loki focused instead on leaving a love mark at her throat, while holding her and supporting her against him so very close. Fingers continuing to focus on her pleasure, to guide her over that edge and then help her descent be as pleasant as well.

Puck didn't care at all. She didn't pull on his hair, but kept raking and playing it while the other hand stayed on Loki's shoulder. Her descent was a little slower compared to her rise and Puck's breathing became deeper as she continued to find her senses. With an amused chuckle she relaxed her hands, chest rising and falling steadily. She found her words a moment later around small huffs and puffs.

"There I am. I couldn't think for a second."

Loki moved his head, at some point during her descent, to where he could nuzzle her cheek and ear and hair. Pleased by the red mark he'd left at her neck. Shifting only enough to keep her supported, murmuring soft assurances against her ear and hair.

"Sometimes thinking is over-rated. I intend to do that to you quite a few more times, by the way." Loki's tone was amused and confident and had a little chuckle of his own.

"Do you? I won't even make a comment about turn-about because this-" Puck paused to give the other a kiss. "Is about enjoyment and us first. But thinking can be very over-rated, I agree." She moved her hand from Loki's shoulder and traced along the mark on her neck with a pleased little snicker.

"Whenever you're ready, my vampire." It really was as fun as it was arousing.

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