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He could feel the smile against his skin, as she continued to finger comb through his hair. But Loki moved away from his ear for now, to press kisses against his forehead and hair. Still leaning into him and holding him close, and with another squeeze of their joined hands. "I wouldn't use the one you mentioned against you. I won't betray that trust." Promising, and Loki promising herself that she would not betray him.

"I know." Puck answered simply and with confidence. He did know that because Puck trusted his own judgement. "I guess I wasn't expecting the other one to make an appearance-- which is foolish on my part." Be shown a fun toy and told not to play with it? Puck had been down that road before and given Oberon and Titania more headaches than he could keep track of by the same logic.

"I'd ask for a warning, but then it's not as fun." Puck lifted his head from Loki's collarbone to look at her with a playful smile.

That was one of the advantages of the gown as opposed to the tunic and trousers Loki had been wearing. The gown had a wider neckline, especially when untied. Loki normally favored high-necked clothing and being fairly covered up really.

That playful smile was too cute though, and her free hand moved around to brush his cheek and mouth affectionately. "You do have such a lovely reaction to it. I'm sure you'll find some of my other weaknesses too." Once again, she knew exactly what she'd said.

Puck leaned into Loki's hand for a moment before he smiled again. "Your confidence is appreciated." That sounded like a whole challenge, and one Puck was ready to accept. He pulled his other hand away from Loki's and moved to begin untying the top of her gown, going slowly.

"Allow me to start searching for them, then."

"Please do." Loki said with a soft laugh, winding her other arm around him too. One hand went back to combing through his hair and stroking it affectionately. She did not stray from stroking his ear either with the soft touches. Loki also leaned her head enough to nuzzle him where she could.

The stroking in general was pleasant if not a bit distracting. Small jolts of electricity that were being sent through Puck, if he had to put it in words. But Puck didn't need to, so he didn't. As the laces were undone, Puck eased the gown off of Loki's shoulders and then downward, freeing her chest. Puck treated all of his lovers like they were to be enjoyed like a nice wine. Or a nice meal. This wouldn't be different.

Loki expected no less from Puck, and she often was the kind to enjoy her time with her intimate partners. Savoring the time, as she was a hedonist after all. That her ego would not allow her to not be a good lover certainly helped ensure that it was fun for all.

As it was, this had the amusing side-effect of trapping her hands and arms. At least for the moment, as she could pull free from the loose gown at any moment. But what fun was that? "Oh no, I can't hold you anymore because my arms are pinned. Whatever shall I do?" Teasingly, with a smile full of mischief and affection in blue-green eyes along with playfulness.

As a female, Loki remained as tall but the angles of his figure and frame were softened when being her. Lean still, but curvy enough in her chest and hips to be noticeably female if not in heavy layers or hiding under armor. In truth, it had been a while since Loki had been with a lover while female, so this would be exciting. All because of a joke earlier, which made it all the more delightful.

Loki's agreeance to play along with the idea of her arms being trapped just made it more entertaining. Puck knew she could free herself on her own whim, but the fun they were having together just added to things. "I'll have to make up for it in your place, I think."

Puck remembered what he'd seen of romance movies and wrapped his arms around Loki's shoulders as he adjusted his angle to bend her backwards away from him somewhat dramatically. But like enjoying the humor of the situation, Puck played with this fact and bent with Loki so they were both going in the same direction. Puck adjusted his grip and positioned himself to have easier access to her breasts. He could do dramatic but Puck also just liked playfulness with his partners. He took in the sight of Loki and then began to kiss from her collarbone to her chest.

Once at her chest properly, he moved one hand to cup one of her breasts while Puck enjoyed the other with his mouth.

Easy enough to move with Puck, to let him support her since her arms were technically pinned. The bed was comfy enough with pillows and blankets, and blue-green eyes were watching him with amusement and mischief. At least until the kisses started, when they closed and she arched into them more. The bold touch though, along with bolder kisses, brought a pleased sigh and shiver down her spine. Her fingers twitched and arms moved, before Loki remembered she was supposed to be 'pinned'.

The bed was quite comfortable, and Puck enjoyed it as much as he enjoyed Loki's reactions. Knowing that he was pleasing a lover only added to everything, His hand paused and after a moment so did his mouth as Puck saw Loki's arms move out of the corner of his eyes. He chuckled and pulled back for a brief second to speak.

"Oh, the lady has found her strength!" Puck said in mock surprise. "Then I'll need to find more of mine to continue returning like with like."

Blue-green eyes were a tad hazy, but the smile was all playful when Loki met his expression. "'tis hardly strength my good lover, but a reaction to the sensations you inspire in me." Laying it on a bit thick, but that was part of the game. "How can I return like with like, with my arms thus trapped."

"A fair point. Keep them free." Puck answered as if he'd given it a lot of consideration. "Your return will be as expected as your arrival." A playful wink as he moved downward, keeping one hand on the breast he'd been using his mouth on. The other trailed to slowly drop beneath her skirt, ghosting against Loki's thighs.

"Hm. To remove this or leave it? Another important question."

With that permission, Loki pulled her arms free and reached to wrap them around him in turn. Those pleasant shivers returned with his touches and attention, and Loki let one hand fist in his own tunic at his shoulders. "Whether we leave or remove it, I will lodge a complaint that you are too overdressed. Where is the like meeting like in that?" Teasingly, with a playful caress of his ear too since she couldn't whisper in it.

Puck smiled as Loki's arms wrapped around him. He considered the complaint and nodded. "A fair point, and one I'll fix." His hands moved from Loki for a moment, though the shiver as he took off the tunic to expose his upper body wasn't from the sudden change of being dressed to being partially undressed. "And since I intend to fully undress for the rest of the time we spend together, then I'll also prepare accordingly."

Puck climbed off of the bed and stood long enough to undress down to his underwear for the time being. He examined the bracers on his arms and felt along the seam of one for a moment. With a soft click, it popped off. The second was removed, and his clothing was folded and sat aside neatly. Much like a dancer, his body was lithe but also with a hint of toning. Nothing on par with Owen's build, but something that suggested Puck kept himself busy enough in the time spent between forms.

Puck climbed back into the bed, positioning himself back over Loki. "Done and done." he gave her a kiss on one of her cheeks. "Unless this doesn't quite meet your expectations?"

As Puck moved, Loki did as well to sit with her legs shifted to the side slightly. Not shy about watching either, and when he came back she held her arms open to pull him in. Turning to kiss him, and letting her hands trace along newly bared skin. Exploring and teasing and learning dips and lines, while tasting him and focusing on that kiss. Trying to tell Puck without words that this was wanted, and enjoyed, and Loki was, for a rare turn, contented. To share that enjoyment and pleasure.

He could finish undressing her just fine in a moment.

Puck was used to being admired by his lovers- Oberon's children in general would take lovers as it suited them, and Puck wasn't an exception. On the same hand, he admired his lovers. Sex was usually a mix of passion and fun for him. As he was pulled back into the bed he chuckled and paid attention to how Loki's hands learned his figure. His skin was smooth, having been well cared for-- the salary paid by Xanatos ensured that Puck could afford the highest end bath products one could find in Manhattan, but some of it was also attributed to simply being one of the fae. But a few polite lies to shop workers had ensured a good working relationship. Owen Burnette was a good customer for a reason.

He inhaled a bit as she explored his torso and leaned into the kiss some more, trying to talk around it and failing as his words came out in a muffle. Puck broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Loki's shoulder for a moment in a laugh.

"All right, talking and kissing is still something I can't do at the same time. But as I was trying to say," Puck finished as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. "Good, I'm glad that I've met your requirement."

Loki just grinned at him, and leaned forward to nuzzle his nose. "It takes practice, and really you're not kissing properly and speaking at the same time. It's the lightest of touches and contact, just enough to tease and entice, but not to impede." She confided, keeping her arms around him while leaning into him, ready to wind herself around him however he wanted. "It should not be a requirement that you be handsome--but I do prefer aesthetically pleasing lovers, and I already knew you were handsome too. We shared a hot spring, though I did try to give you your privacy."

"Then all of those movies I've watched were lying." Puck said flatly as he took mental notes and put them into practice, giving some quick kisses to Loki's neck as he spoke. "Let's see.. Oh, yes that's much different." Puck pulled away with a light laugh. "My modesty only fits this specific personality, you realize. I can be shameless when I want, but never disingenuous. Not in this aspect. It'd be far too unkind."

"I'm sure you can. You're a trickster, and I know that role well." Loki teased back, leaving small kisses against his cheek. "I suspect, like me, you keep what is private that which you truly want to be private. And any who go looking will simply not know it is there, because of how showy you are otherwise. One hand climbed into his hair once more, but was now brushing his nape and stroking along the back of his neck.

"In any case, I've enjoyed all the facets of you that you've shown me so far."

"It's very true, yes." Puck answered with a light shiver at her fingers on his neck. "Ah.."

"Good, then I'll continue showing them to you. But not entirely during this moment." Puck took a breath to refocus and looked at Loki's dress again in thought. "If we're going to enjoy each other, we'll do it properly." he said with a resolute nod. "As lovely as this outfit is, I'm sure you're nicer without it." He made short work of taking the dress off the rest of the way, and like Puck had done with his own outfit, folded it and set it aside gently.

Loki stole one quick kiss before helping Puck remove the night-gown. It was plain, but a lovely emerald and soft and comfy. The extra care to fold it did not surprise her at all, and once again she held out her arms for him to come back and be held.

"I'd hate to think of what doing this improperly would be like. Although I'm sure I'd be able to come up with ideas." Murmured against his skin in turn, by one of his ears while one hand caressed the other. Holding him close and enjoying the contact of skin to skin.

Puck also went ahead and removed his underwear, setting them aside with the rest of his own clothes. He found Loki's arms again as he rejoined her. "I won't bore you with the details or an example, I assure you." he said with a grin. The skin to skin contact was lovely and Puck leaned into it for a moment. The shivering at his ears being played with was also pleasant but Puck was never a poor guest, especially in the bedroom.

He broke the embrace long enough to position himself to lay on his stomach above Loki's hips. Puck looked up from his position, expression curious for a moment before he grinned as he asked;

"I haven't even asked-- Do you enjoy being topped or doing the topping in this situation? Don't get clever and tell me that 'whatever I'd like' is fine, right now this is about you as much as it's about the both of us."

"Clever is all I know how to be though?" Loki said with an impish grin, winding her arms (and herself) around him. "Honestly? I like both though among other positions. Really I worry that you've had uncreative lovers before. It is about us both, and so far you've been the more giving. Let me rectify that." Her grin had morphed into a more genuine and sweet smile, though playfulness remained in blue-green eyes.

It wasn't hard, wound around him as she was, to shift and flip so that he now was on his back. Perhaps she'd stay like that for it all, perhaps not, as Loki shifted so that she could take in the view of all of him. Then leaning in once more to kiss him, deep and tasting, and promising. Letting her hands move to explore more fully now, in paths that her mouth would follow.

"You do it well!" Puck assured her, though he was specifically quiet about details, he did mention-- "Your worry isn't unfounded. As many nice ones as I've had, the uncreative ones have stood out for the wrong reasons. But that's not here or there."

As Loki's smile softened, Puck returned it. His eyes widened at the sudden flip but didn't look upset at it happening at all. He'd been topped before, it was nothing new. The playfulness was a nice welcome and Puck returned the kiss. As Loki's hands roamed, Puck half paid attention to where they were going, likewise taking in the view he'd been given.

Loki was definitely more interested in being creative, and in pleasing them both. Sexual intimacy SHOULD be fun and pleasant and playful, in her mind. Why do it otherwise?

Those hands with long fingers combed through his hair and stroked his brow, teased his ears, and then her mouth followed. Murmuring to him, albeit in a language he'd heard her sing in but not understand. Those clever long fingers moved to trace lower though, as she shifted to brace herself on one arm so the other could move. Once more learning the dips and lines of Puck's body, trailing down arms and back up, and along his torso. Skirting closer to where she'd follow eventually, but staying above his belly for now.

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