*he gets up and straddles her waist. one hand cups her cheek and raises her head; the other rests on the small of her back, bringing her closer. his tongue darts out and quickly licks his lips* Please, sweet Sigyn, do not hide your rosy cheeks from me. The dusting of scarlet upon thy perfect features makes my heart flutter with a pride of knowing it is I who caused it. And your sweet lips *his thumb runs over her lips as he eyes then hungrily* like a forbidden fruit with a healing nectar. Why deny me the grace of those sparkling eyes? Do not turn them away from me. Any flower, be it lily white or rose red, can ever compare to such a flawless beauty as is you. You bless them with even a glance, my love. Now turn such a gaze to me; show my thy favor with such a look. *he brings her face even closer, noses now brushing* And confer upon me thy affection; bestow thy lust to mine lips; grant thy love, sealed with a passionate kiss. *finally, he brings his lips to meet hers, pouring all his emotion into it. the hand cupping her cheek moves to tangle in her hair. he has no plans of breaking the contact; she is now more freeing than the very air he breathes*
—Loki
*she glances at him when he tilts her head up, though still so flustered, looks back away - until he touches her lips, which makes her gasp softly, lips parting. at his beckon she looks at him, then melts into the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut. only after needing air does she break it - breathing against him, eyes focused on his lips* And you call me a poet... *she whispers, and smiles, licking her lips* Oh, my love. *she embraces him, hiding her face against his shoulder* Please, don't mistake my coyness for coldness. You are so beautiful, in every way, I-I tend to feel unworthy of looking at you... You are so lovely. The idea that you want me is still baffling. *pulling back to see into his eyes, she finally looks at him properly - her cheeks still pink, indeed blushing to her neck. she looks shy, but happy* Is this better?
