"Every time I come up with what I think is some terrible confession, you pull me close and comfort me instead of being shocked," she says quietly, marveling at this. "A few years ago, I might have resisted that, unwilling to accept kindness because it feels too close to pity. I'm glad I've grown past that."
Instead of condescending or stifling, this feels safe. Even if she didn't mean to ask for sympathy or comfort this time, he gives it so freely and sweetly, how could she refuse?
"You said before you heard me cry out for what I need," she almost whispers, as if admitting a secret. "I believed you then and I believe you now. I trust you."
She holds onto the embrace for a moment, quiet, then leads the way up the last switchback to the top of the bluff with a warm smile. "I am certainly not above attending a party with people I trust. Lucifer's angels have invited me before, in fact, though I get the impression that's less of an orgy than an intoxicated mass cuddle pile that frequently ends in sex between two or three or more of them. I've yet to take them up on it, but I wouldn't be opposed as long as I had someone along to anchor me. I can and will lose myself if I walk into something like that alone and find myself surrounded by overwhelming elemental energies."
"Harley and I talked about it once, actually, though we didn't come to any conclusion." Loki wasn't sure if the group intimacy interested Harley in particular, but she knows she'd be capable of reeling Loki back in if necessary.
"There are very few sexual games I'm opposed to playing, as long as all participants are informed and amenable. I've just learned that some are riskier for me than others, and I am more vulnerable than I want to believe I am when I enter certain mental states. It just...feels so good to let go."
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Date: 2020-12-08 04:11 pm (UTC)Instead of condescending or stifling, this feels safe. Even if she didn't mean to ask for sympathy or comfort this time, he gives it so freely and sweetly, how could she refuse?
"You said before you heard me cry out for what I need," she almost whispers, as if admitting a secret. "I believed you then and I believe you now. I trust you."
She holds onto the embrace for a moment, quiet, then leads the way up the last switchback to the top of the bluff with a warm smile. "I am certainly not above attending a party with people I trust. Lucifer's angels have invited me before, in fact, though I get the impression that's less of an orgy than an intoxicated mass cuddle pile that frequently ends in sex between two or three or more of them. I've yet to take them up on it, but I wouldn't be opposed as long as I had someone along to anchor me. I can and will lose myself if I walk into something like that alone and find myself surrounded by overwhelming elemental energies."
"Harley and I talked about it once, actually, though we didn't come to any conclusion." Loki wasn't sure if the group intimacy interested Harley in particular, but she knows she'd be capable of reeling Loki back in if necessary.
"There are very few sexual games I'm opposed to playing, as long as all participants are informed and amenable. I've just learned that some are riskier for me than others, and I am more vulnerable than I want to believe I am when I enter certain mental states. It just...feels so good to let go."