[ Thor would honestly agree; his feelings about his father are very complicated these days, and while at the time his father's last words to him were inspiring, and unlocked his power, in retrospect he had many questions without any possible closure. Like so many arguments he will never be able to lay at Odin's feet. Instead it leaves Thor, an already powerful man who spent all of his life learning to contain it, spiraling out like a child again. It is deeply frustrating and even a little humiliating, to find himself back at square one in many ways. He can be angry about that later.
For now, he knows she's right, of course. He kept thinking if he could only find a way, this would all be over, but as much as Thor can create intense storms, storms are still a part of nature, and nature is not something anyone has full control over. Thor can see the static charged around them, setting their hair on edge, and if he doesn't let go, she will be in danger. Which is all the motivation he needs in the end.
Thor cannot let go of the lightning here, so he wearily nods at her and then jumps high into the air. All of a sudden the dark sky, the thunder, the rolling gray-black clouds, it booms overhead and curls past her, and the lightning seems to burst right out of him. The storm itself masks what is clearly supernatural, so no one outside of their space would see how much he lights up, how the lightning seems to live under his very skin for a moment and shines unnaturally bright. The sky bursts with light and then dims. All the while Jane remains dry and safe, his control good enough for that.
When Thor comes back down it's fast, landing on his knee, his eye no longer glowing and the electricity no longer dancing through his veins. The storm passes them, unhindered now by his inner war, and he looks at her, weary. Not due to the release of lightning, but the struggle to keep it controlled.
His temper flares again but no more thunder pounding comes from it, as the storm is now raging past them and living on its own.]
[ The light is so bright that Jane has to shield her eyes for a moment despite having the sense not to look up directly at the source of it, but she understands more or less what he's doing now. It was inevitable that he would have to let the storm go eventually, and it's better to do it with some control rather than letting it slip away from him and maybe winding it into something even worse — still, it doesn't make this any easier. She doesn't think it's just about Loki at all, though that was undoubtedly the spark that set it all off in the first place, and it doesn't excuse the reckless, or outright destructive, behavior as usual. But that's something to deal with later.
It wouldn't take any help from the nanites to know just how exhausted Thor is after dealing with all of this, and she's not exactly feeling like an unnecessary trek through the storm either, especially not when the most important thing is right here in front of her anyway. Just standing close to him isn't making her hair stand on end anymore, so it seems like a safe enough moment to cross the distance between them and reach out for Thor's hand. The storm will have everyone taking cover indoors, and even if they were looking out the windows, they wouldn't be able to see anything happening out here.
Not that holding hands is too scandalous for an engaged couple, but still. ]
They won't miss us for a while, we could go somewhere to dry off. [ She attempts a smile. ] So I can dry off, anyway.
[ Thor never seems to have a problem with staying dry, but while he shielded her from the worst of the gusts, she's still fairly soaked from the walk to the eye of the storm. And the longer she stays in these wet clothes the colder they'll be, though she's not too worried about getting chilly as long as she's with him. ]
[ One of the (many) things he loves about Jane is that she's never afraid of him. While most people do come to realize that Thor is a gentle soul underneath his strength and power, he can be intimidating, especially in the middle of an uncontrollable amount of energy. But she never shies from him, she trusts him without question. He tries hard not to need anyone, but that never works with Jane.
He feels guilty when she points out how wet she is and nods, taking her hand and holding her close to him. Thor is a furnace, unsurprising considering the lightning in him, and he decides to hell with it. Most people will be distracted by the storm and not think twice about what to their eyes will seem a flash of speed and not much detail. It's because he jumps hard, a firm arm around her waist, and it's not the only time he's transported them fair distances from strength alone. He knows where to go.
Thor was given impressive quarters because of his rank and he knows where it is from there, there's even a balcony, which makes it very easy for him to come and go. As long as it doesn't seem like anyone's watching. He isn't sure if everyone is hiding their abilities from the Sarano, but it seemed wise for him. Especially with the storm. He leaps them up onto the balcony, releasing her there. ]
I only have my clothes here, but you've worn my shirts before.
[ They swim on her, although to be fair they were intimate then. ]
[ Jane isn't afraid to be scooped up in Thor's arms, it's hardly the first time she's found herself there, but she can't quite help the little jump that she feels when they launch off of the ground. That part takes more getting used to. Still, that's not why she winds her arms tighter around Thor's neck, she's not worried that he might drop her. She's safer here than she is anywhere else, that much is for sure. No, she just wants to be closer to him, not least of all because he's warm and the wind whipping around them is especially cold right now.
The balcony seems to be sheltered from the rain, but as soon as Thor settles her back down on her feet she won't waste any time in moving inside the ornate doors leading to his rooms — is this whole place his? she hasn't asked about his accommodations. But her only concern is making sure that they're alone, and though someone had ensured that there's a roaring fire going in the fireplace it seems as if they have the space to themselves. Which is good, because she's going to gravitate toward that warmth while she works on slipping out of her shoes and her wet dress.
She's not exactly shy about stripping down in front of Thor, whether or not he's watching, she's currently facing away from him. Though some part of her kind of hopes that he is. ]
I probably shouldn't let anyone see me here no matter what I'm wearing. [ She pauses with the wet fabric peeled down to her waist, glancing over her shoulder toward him. ] I like wearing your shirts.
[ For the first time he's getting damp since he kept the storm off him but now feels how wet he got her, which he feels terrible about. But Jane never let that sort of thing hold her back and he knows that. They did give him impressive quarters considering he was seen right away as royalty, which only seemed natural and right to him. It is nice and very private, although Jim's been staying with him since they were required to be married almost instantly. He seems to be out though, which is for the best. He hasn't yet decided how to navigate multiple romantic entanglements at once.
Thor does gaze at her back when she starts stripping down. She's turned away from him so he would try to give her modesty, but she doesn't seem to mind and he misses being able to drink her in. His beautiful Jane. Just the sight of her dark hair and graceful back makes him want to touch her. The fact she came to his 'rescue' or the site of his emotional meltdown and brought him back to Earth he's grateful for, and the longing is evident in how he looks at her, like usual.
He snaps out of it when she looks over her shoulder, a little sheepish since he's caught staring, moving briefly out of sight into the closet. He plans on taking some of what they have here back to the ship if the Sarano give him permission, he's not going to steal them of course, but he could use a few changes of shirt. Likely not the pants. They are far too tight, although he wears them as appropriate at these get togethers. These are not his typical shirts either, they look a little more elegant and princely, loose and white, and will easily cover her.
He brings one over to her from the back, respecting she is partially hidden that way on purpose, the turmoil inside of him flickering toward a different sort of deep emotion. Is it wrong to want to hold her close? Thor comes close into her space, feeling her so near, and offers the shirt. He kisses the top of her wet hair.]
My shirts are always yours, my love. Along with everything else that is mine.
[ Jane just so happens to be sliding out of her damp dress just in time to turn back to Thor, still holding the garment in front of herself in what's almost a modest covering now that she's also stripped off what little she was wearing underneath it. Almost. As she turns she allows it to slip from her hands however, letting it fall over the arm of the nearest chair, and though she reaches to take the offered shirt she's clearly distracted from actually attempting to do anything with it, with the warmth from the fireplace at her back and Thor's glowing radiance in front of her, making her smile in that bright, endlessly pleased sort of way that he brings on so easily. He's always made her feel like a princess - which she shamelessly likes sometimes - but also like she's the most brilliant thing in the entire universe, and she doesn't think she's ever going to be able to fully process that.
So, shirt still draped over her arm for now, she reaches for his hands now, clasping them in her own as she leans closer, as if his own warmth draws her in more than the fire, which it does. She just wants to stay close to him - always, really, but especially now, knowing that he's got to still be reeling from the roller coaster of emotions that started the storms in the first place. ]
Don't tell me that, I'll take all your shirts away so you have to walk around without one.
[ She's kidding. Probably.
Her expression sobers slightly as she gazes up at him though, looking thoughtful. It's still storming away outside, and if she had to guess it will likely continue for some time until the rain and wind finally fizzles out, so they might have a break from social obligations for a little while, right? ]
How long do you think I can stay here before someone gets in trouble?
[ Typically Thor would try to avert his gaze out of respect for her modesty, but she seems to be intentionally letting him see her and he can hardly be blamed for his gaze lingering. His memories of being with Jane are very vivid, she is hardly forgettable in any sense of the word, but memories are not the same thing as active experience. She is so beautiful. Thor is drawn to her when she leans closer to him, unable to resist coming right up close, staring down at her. ]
Neither of us really needs a shirt.
[ His emotions are in turmoil and the raging storm outside shows that pretty clearly. He let it go and the consequences will be something to worry about later, but she has always been able to calm him, comfort him. Loki and the pain he inspires is shuttled to the side of his mind, another problem to worry about, even as the emotional blood drawn from his actions is internal. How is he supposed to bring Loki back to Earth when he's still acting like this? How is he going to save him from his own man-made tragic fate?
Thor looks down at her, seeking anything but guilt and torment. He reaches out to cup her face in his palm, close enough to her she can feel his body heat, hotter now for being alone in a room with a mostly naked Jane Foster. ]
Long enough to reconcile with the love of my life, I would say.
[ His heart in his one eye, more than willing to get rid of his clothes, but he needs permission from her too. Thor knows what he wants and he is unafraid to say it, yet he always waits to be met halfway, to know that his heart is not alone. He wants to be swept away in her; only in her arms has he known true peace. Jane Foster, the smartest person he knows, the woman with her head in the stars and who can cross a wild storm to find the eye of it fearlessly. ]
[ Apologize? Explain? She trails off because he's looking at her like that, and she's remembering exactly how they got here, and subsequently realizing that the last thing she wants to talk about is the reasoning behind the rift that happened between them. Especially not tonight. Honestly there's not much to be said about it that they haven't already said at this point anyway, she's always been honest and upfront with him, and he's given her nothing less in response, as far as she's aware there are no hidden mysteries or secret facets between them. At least nothing significant that might somehow make them feel differently about each other. She knows him, he knows her. That's never changed.
She's distracted enough by that heat that radiates from him, especially now that it's barely obscured by any barriers, that she's not sure if she manages to drop the shirt onto the back of that chair or she misses it entirely, but she doesn't care much. After gazing up at him for several seconds, her expression softening, she's trailing her fingers over his chest and his own very dry clothing. If she could find buttons or a zipper or something she would probably be tugging at it, but this isn't a Sarano outfit. It's not very subtle.
She is standing very close to him, fully naked now, after all. And if that wasn't unsubtle enough, she'll tug his hands where they need to go. ]
[ Thor also thinks that they've said all they need to say about the rift between them and the reasons it happened. They understand one another; they've always been good at communicating, even when it's non-verbal. Her body language is inviting and welcoming, and he trusts his ability to read her. He always looked to his parents' marriage as a beacon of what he wanted. While his relationship with his father has been problematic these days, he still saw the two of them as a pair who understood each other and had ultimate respect as well as love. He used to long for that same connection and then he met Jane and it clicked.
He says the love of his life and it is the truth. He lets out a breath he was holding, waiting for a sign from her to be mutual, when she reaches out to touch his chest. He smiles at her, raising an eyebrow.]
The reconciling that comes from one thing we're very, very good at together.
[ Thor reaches down to sweep her right off her feet. They're in a bedroom together and there is nothing he wants more than to use it. He carries her to the bed and sets her down on it, eye lingering over her body as he quickly moves to get off his armor and leather clothes. Perhaps a little too eager to strip down, but no one can blame him. He even kicks a boot across the room in his haste. Once he stands naked in front of her, Thor gets onto his knees on the bed, climbing toward her.
While sexual chemistry is something they've shared from early on, it still is a homecoming of sorts, and it means something to him. Being with Jane will never just be sex. He still is hungry to see her look at him, to know she wants him still after this time apart. ]
I want to make love to you, Jane Foster. My life is never as good without you.
[ There's always a thrill associated with the sensation of being very literally swept up into Thor's arms, she's never quite fully prepared for it, but she loves it all the same. She's also long since grown to trust him to the point where she doesn't feel the need to flail for a grip when he's fully supporting her, instead she's more deliberate about looping her arms around his neck for the closeness rather than any worry that he might drop her. She knows exactly where he's taking her too, and the awareness only deepens the flush that's made her cheeks pink, and she feels like her heart might be trying to literally jump out of her chest as she slides from his arms to the bed.
She's propping herself up there while he strips out of his clothes, because despite the blush she's not actually shy a out watching him very closely, her eyes trailing over every curve and line of muscle of a body that she knows very intimately. And while there have been some changes, it's still very much the man that she's so hopelessly in love with, still.
It could be that she's putting on an attractive view for him too, though she's not thinking about it, she just happens to be stretched out on the bed in a way that would draw attention to her own softer curves, completely bare but not at all cold now. Though she's eager to welcome him into her arms again when he joins her. ]
And mine's always missing something when you're not here. [ She pauses to kiss him, arching herself up into him and raking her fingers down his back, because as much as she revels in the fact that she gets to see him like this, she also wants to feel him. In every way they can twine themselves together. ] No one else has ever made me feel like this.
[ Thor has thought of her as the most attractive person he's ever seen and it stays true to right now. She lays back on the bed, ready and willing for him, and he could stare at her for hours. Their time together was special regardless of being temporary, but it is not temporary now. He lives in the here and now. Moment to moment. And right then, there is only Jane Foster. Loki and the turmoil he was in is forgotten. No one arrests his attention like her.
Thor sighs as he fits his body down against hers, careful not to put too much of his weight on her beautiful and petite frame. She arches up and he rocks down, letting her feel his immediate desire for her. He was already getting hard from the moment she stood there in nothing and let him look at her, and now he has anticipation curling in his stomach. He leans in and kisses her deeply, passionately, nothing holding them back now or reasons for them to take this slow. He curls a hand over her side down to her hip and then her thigh, squeezing it.
Thor would keep rocking against her but instead she can feel his mouth curl into a smile against hers before he breaks away. He kisses his way down her small frame, taking a few moments at the curve of her neck, glancing up at her when his mouth moves down the middle of her chest. He needs Jane all over him, on his tongue, swallowing him up so he smells of her, tastes only her. ]
Let me remind you why no one else can.
[ Is there an edge of possessiveness? Maybe. Not enough to ever tell his beloved Jane what to do with her life, but he does like being special to her, he likes knowing the two of them can come back to each other again and again. Thor nuzzles her chest and then curls his tongue around one of her nipples, sucking gently to get it hard. He brings his hand up to lick at his fingers and use them on her other nipple, wet enough to rub it into awakeness too.
He can only resist for too long before he hungrily kisses his way down more and more, his mouth trailing in a tauntingly slow search for where he knows they both want to be. Thor glances up her body from his vantage point betwen her soft legs. ]
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Date: 2021-03-07 06:02 am (UTC)For now, he knows she's right, of course. He kept thinking if he could only find a way, this would all be over, but as much as Thor can create intense storms, storms are still a part of nature, and nature is not something anyone has full control over. Thor can see the static charged around them, setting their hair on edge, and if he doesn't let go, she will be in danger. Which is all the motivation he needs in the end.
Thor cannot let go of the lightning here, so he wearily nods at her and then jumps high into the air. All of a sudden the dark sky, the thunder, the rolling gray-black clouds, it booms overhead and curls past her, and the lightning seems to burst right out of him. The storm itself masks what is clearly supernatural, so no one outside of their space would see how much he lights up, how the lightning seems to live under his very skin for a moment and shines unnaturally bright. The sky bursts with light and then dims. All the while Jane remains dry and safe, his control good enough for that.
When Thor comes back down it's fast, landing on his knee, his eye no longer glowing and the electricity no longer dancing through his veins. The storm passes them, unhindered now by his inner war, and he looks at her, weary. Not due to the release of lightning, but the struggle to keep it controlled.
His temper flares again but no more thunder pounding comes from it, as the storm is now raging past them and living on its own.]
Damn Loki and damn Odin's secrets.
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Date: 2021-04-07 07:40 am (UTC)It wouldn't take any help from the nanites to know just how exhausted Thor is after dealing with all of this, and she's not exactly feeling like an unnecessary trek through the storm either, especially not when the most important thing is right here in front of her anyway. Just standing close to him isn't making her hair stand on end anymore, so it seems like a safe enough moment to cross the distance between them and reach out for Thor's hand. The storm will have everyone taking cover indoors, and even if they were looking out the windows, they wouldn't be able to see anything happening out here.
Not that holding hands is too scandalous for an engaged couple, but still. ]
They won't miss us for a while, we could go somewhere to dry off. [ She attempts a smile. ] So I can dry off, anyway.
[ Thor never seems to have a problem with staying dry, but while he shielded her from the worst of the gusts, she's still fairly soaked from the walk to the eye of the storm. And the longer she stays in these wet clothes the colder they'll be, though she's not too worried about getting chilly as long as she's with him. ]
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Date: 2021-04-10 08:49 pm (UTC)He feels guilty when she points out how wet she is and nods, taking her hand and holding her close to him. Thor is a furnace, unsurprising considering the lightning in him, and he decides to hell with it. Most people will be distracted by the storm and not think twice about what to their eyes will seem a flash of speed and not much detail. It's because he jumps hard, a firm arm around her waist, and it's not the only time he's transported them fair distances from strength alone. He knows where to go.
Thor was given impressive quarters because of his rank and he knows where it is from there, there's even a balcony, which makes it very easy for him to come and go. As long as it doesn't seem like anyone's watching. He isn't sure if everyone is hiding their abilities from the Sarano, but it seemed wise for him. Especially with the storm. He leaps them up onto the balcony, releasing her there. ]
I only have my clothes here, but you've worn my shirts before.
[ They swim on her, although to be fair they were intimate then. ]
sorry about these super old tags!
Date: 2021-06-16 03:14 am (UTC)The balcony seems to be sheltered from the rain, but as soon as Thor settles her back down on her feet she won't waste any time in moving inside the ornate doors leading to his rooms — is this whole place his? she hasn't asked about his accommodations. But her only concern is making sure that they're alone, and though someone had ensured that there's a roaring fire going in the fireplace it seems as if they have the space to themselves. Which is good, because she's going to gravitate toward that warmth while she works on slipping out of her shoes and her wet dress.
She's not exactly shy about stripping down in front of Thor, whether or not he's watching, she's currently facing away from him. Though some part of her kind of hopes that he is. ]
I probably shouldn't let anyone see me here no matter what I'm wearing. [ She pauses with the wet fabric peeled down to her waist, glancing over her shoulder toward him. ] I like wearing your shirts.
never such a thing as too old! :D
Date: 2021-06-20 05:24 pm (UTC)Thor does gaze at her back when she starts stripping down. She's turned away from him so he would try to give her modesty, but she doesn't seem to mind and he misses being able to drink her in. His beautiful Jane. Just the sight of her dark hair and graceful back makes him want to touch her. The fact she came to his 'rescue' or the site of his emotional meltdown and brought him back to Earth he's grateful for, and the longing is evident in how he looks at her, like usual.
He snaps out of it when she looks over her shoulder, a little sheepish since he's caught staring, moving briefly out of sight into the closet. He plans on taking some of what they have here back to the ship if the Sarano give him permission, he's not going to steal them of course, but he could use a few changes of shirt. Likely not the pants. They are far too tight, although he wears them as appropriate at these get togethers. These are not his typical shirts either, they look a little more elegant and princely, loose and white, and will easily cover her.
He brings one over to her from the back, respecting she is partially hidden that way on purpose, the turmoil inside of him flickering toward a different sort of deep emotion. Is it wrong to want to hold her close? Thor comes close into her space, feeling her so near, and offers the shirt. He kisses the top of her wet hair.]
My shirts are always yours, my love. Along with everything else that is mine.
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Date: 2021-06-21 01:48 am (UTC)So, shirt still draped over her arm for now, she reaches for his hands now, clasping them in her own as she leans closer, as if his own warmth draws her in more than the fire, which it does. She just wants to stay close to him - always, really, but especially now, knowing that he's got to still be reeling from the roller coaster of emotions that started the storms in the first place. ]
Don't tell me that, I'll take all your shirts away so you have to walk around without one.
[ She's kidding. Probably.
Her expression sobers slightly as she gazes up at him though, looking thoughtful. It's still storming away outside, and if she had to guess it will likely continue for some time until the rain and wind finally fizzles out, so they might have a break from social obligations for a little while, right? ]
How long do you think I can stay here before someone gets in trouble?
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Date: 2021-06-24 02:03 am (UTC)Neither of us really needs a shirt.
[ His emotions are in turmoil and the raging storm outside shows that pretty clearly. He let it go and the consequences will be something to worry about later, but she has always been able to calm him, comfort him. Loki and the pain he inspires is shuttled to the side of his mind, another problem to worry about, even as the emotional blood drawn from his actions is internal. How is he supposed to bring Loki back to Earth when he's still acting like this? How is he going to save him from his own man-made tragic fate?
Thor looks down at her, seeking anything but guilt and torment. He reaches out to cup her face in his palm, close enough to her she can feel his body heat, hotter now for being alone in a room with a mostly naked Jane Foster. ]
Long enough to reconcile with the love of my life, I would say.
[ His heart in his one eye, more than willing to get rid of his clothes, but he needs permission from her too. Thor knows what he wants and he is unafraid to say it, yet he always waits to be met halfway, to know that his heart is not alone. He wants to be swept away in her; only in her arms has he known true peace. Jane Foster, the smartest person he knows, the woman with her head in the stars and who can cross a wild storm to find the eye of it fearlessly. ]
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Date: 2021-07-01 04:05 am (UTC)[ Apologize? Explain? She trails off because he's looking at her like that, and she's remembering exactly how they got here, and subsequently realizing that the last thing she wants to talk about is the reasoning behind the rift that happened between them. Especially not tonight. Honestly there's not much to be said about it that they haven't already said at this point anyway, she's always been honest and upfront with him, and he's given her nothing less in response, as far as she's aware there are no hidden mysteries or secret facets between them. At least nothing significant that might somehow make them feel differently about each other. She knows him, he knows her. That's never changed.
She's distracted enough by that heat that radiates from him, especially now that it's barely obscured by any barriers, that she's not sure if she manages to drop the shirt onto the back of that chair or she misses it entirely, but she doesn't care much. After gazing up at him for several seconds, her expression softening, she's trailing her fingers over his chest and his own very dry clothing. If she could find buttons or a zipper or something she would probably be tugging at it, but this isn't a Sarano outfit. It's not very subtle.
She is standing very close to him, fully naked now, after all. And if that wasn't unsubtle enough, she'll tug his hands where they need to go. ]
What kind of reconciling did you have in mind?
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Date: 2021-07-05 11:30 pm (UTC)He says the love of his life and it is the truth. He lets out a breath he was holding, waiting for a sign from her to be mutual, when she reaches out to touch his chest. He smiles at her, raising an eyebrow.]
The reconciling that comes from one thing we're very, very good at together.
[ Thor reaches down to sweep her right off her feet. They're in a bedroom together and there is nothing he wants more than to use it. He carries her to the bed and sets her down on it, eye lingering over her body as he quickly moves to get off his armor and leather clothes. Perhaps a little too eager to strip down, but no one can blame him. He even kicks a boot across the room in his haste. Once he stands naked in front of her, Thor gets onto his knees on the bed, climbing toward her.
While sexual chemistry is something they've shared from early on, it still is a homecoming of sorts, and it means something to him. Being with Jane will never just be sex. He still is hungry to see her look at him, to know she wants him still after this time apart. ]
I want to make love to you, Jane Foster. My life is never as good without you.
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Date: 2021-07-25 01:57 am (UTC)She's propping herself up there while he strips out of his clothes, because despite the blush she's not actually shy a out watching him very closely, her eyes trailing over every curve and line of muscle of a body that she knows very intimately. And while there have been some changes, it's still very much the man that she's so hopelessly in love with, still.
It could be that she's putting on an attractive view for him too, though she's not thinking about it, she just happens to be stretched out on the bed in a way that would draw attention to her own softer curves, completely bare but not at all cold now. Though she's eager to welcome him into her arms again when he joins her. ]
And mine's always missing something when you're not here. [ She pauses to kiss him, arching herself up into him and raking her fingers down his back, because as much as she revels in the fact that she gets to see him like this, she also wants to feel him. In every way they can twine themselves together. ] No one else has ever made me feel like this.
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Date: 2021-08-01 04:50 am (UTC)Thor sighs as he fits his body down against hers, careful not to put too much of his weight on her beautiful and petite frame. She arches up and he rocks down, letting her feel his immediate desire for her. He was already getting hard from the moment she stood there in nothing and let him look at her, and now he has anticipation curling in his stomach. He leans in and kisses her deeply, passionately, nothing holding them back now or reasons for them to take this slow. He curls a hand over her side down to her hip and then her thigh, squeezing it.
Thor would keep rocking against her but instead she can feel his mouth curl into a smile against hers before he breaks away. He kisses his way down her small frame, taking a few moments at the curve of her neck, glancing up at her when his mouth moves down the middle of her chest. He needs Jane all over him, on his tongue, swallowing him up so he smells of her, tastes only her. ]
Let me remind you why no one else can.
[ Is there an edge of possessiveness? Maybe. Not enough to ever tell his beloved Jane what to do with her life, but he does like being special to her, he likes knowing the two of them can come back to each other again and again. Thor nuzzles her chest and then curls his tongue around one of her nipples, sucking gently to get it hard. He brings his hand up to lick at his fingers and use them on her other nipple, wet enough to rub it into awakeness too.
He can only resist for too long before he hungrily kisses his way down more and more, his mouth trailing in a tauntingly slow search for where he knows they both want to be. Thor glances up her body from his vantage point betwen her soft legs. ]
Would this remind you, love?