[ Climbing up the bed over the blankets, the hard way, he ferrets his way underneath the lumpy mess to drape an arm comfortably around her shoulders and tangle his free fingers in her top, sidling in like an uninvited cat. This is nice. Being around this much acceptance and easy kindness, it feels like spoiling himself.
Nosing his way around an ear, he chuckles lowly and makes a show of doing as he's told. ]
[She'd expected a quiet night of reading but instead gets a pleasant reminder of how nice it felt during the blizzard when they'd shared a bed. It's not often she lets people share such a close space like this, but Loki makes it easy. With his arms around her, fingers wandering as they are, she twists to turn towards him.]
You're playing too nice today. It's suspicious. [Even if his chuckles prompt some of her own.]
[ Nuzzles drift down the nape of her neck, slender hips twisting as they mold around each other in a warm, seemingly safe little world. It's only with Billy, these days, that he lets anyone touch him like this or doles out the same with a sliver of regularity, much easier with Verity; she doesn't have trouble trusting him, whether for better or worse. That sense of belief is precious, luring him in.
Louder, he calls against her skin without looking up, ] Verity has a boy in her room!
Loki! [A gaping mouth eventually slips into amused laughter before she slips a hand down between her skin and his mouth to quiet him down.] I swear, if you're here to be loud and a pain, I'm kicking you out. I mean it.
[Contrary to her actions, slipping a leg over his thigh as she grips either side of his jaw to pull him up, pressing her nose against his cheek where she leaves a playful nip.]
[ A long wet tongue licks over her palm in protest, words muffled as she insinuates herself into his personal space. It's a heady feeling, being held and wanted and cared for, and a little stifling in ways that make him flail inwardly. ]
There's a window right there. A couple of floors won't hurt you, right?
[Crinkling her nose for a dramatic display of disgust, she rubs a wet palm over his cheek. She won't be tossing him anywhere, not with how comfortable she gets, settling herself against his chest, free hand roaming under his shirt against an abdomen.]
[ Swiping his cheek on the pillow, he finds himself with an armful of his best friend and a calming hand smoothing over his middle, quiet after a murmur of discontent as he grows accustomed to being fawned over. His heartbeat is faster than hers under Verity's ear, and his body warmer. When he hums low, it's with the memory of Thor introducing him to a car through a wall, several storeys below. ]
[Tiredly resting her head over his heart, she lets out a long sigh, fingers dancing idly over his belly. She can hear the beating and it quiets her own voice for a moment as she listens.]
Good thing I have better uses for you here. You're as good as the blanket right now.
[ With an arm curled around her, his free fingers brush through her hair to complete the embrace and gently thread from root to tip cyclically, an old tune from the misty memories of an old, dead man rising up into his throat, pushing aside the imagery of a (supposedly) loving mother's arms around a little Loki and latching onto the inconstant feeling of safety instead. ]
[Eyes blink slowly as she listens to the lullaby, an odd sense of peace arising from it as she rests warmly against her best friend in the almost quiet vicinity of a cool room. Her palm smooths over his stomach and when she lifts up her head, it's rather subconsciously that she presses her lips in place of it, kissing gently over the fabric against his chest, a sleepy gesture mostly with the possible hint of a loyal friend — a guardian — who says I'll protect it.]
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Nosing his way around an ear, he chuckles lowly and makes a show of doing as he's told. ]
Please ... ?
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You're playing too nice today. It's suspicious. [Even if his chuckles prompt some of her own.]
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[ Nuzzles drift down the nape of her neck, slender hips twisting as they mold around each other in a warm, seemingly safe little world. It's only with Billy, these days, that he lets anyone touch him like this or doles out the same with a sliver of regularity, much easier with Verity; she doesn't have trouble trusting him, whether for better or worse. That sense of belief is precious, luring him in.
Louder, he calls against her skin without looking up, ] Verity has a boy in her room!
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[Contrary to her actions, slipping a leg over his thigh as she grips either side of his jaw to pull him up, pressing her nose against his cheek where she leaves a playful nip.]
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To where will you be kicking me?
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[Crinkling her nose for a dramatic display of disgust, she rubs a wet palm over his cheek. She won't be tossing him anywhere, not with how comfortable she gets, settling herself against his chest, free hand roaming under his shirt against an abdomen.]
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I think I'll survive.
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Good thing I have better uses for you here. You're as good as the blanket right now.
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