Evaine... [Her name comes out on a hot breath against her neck, spoken from Loki as if he were in a trance. In her scent and body heat, he feels like he could very well be.
He chuckles lowly, letting one of his hands come back down Leblanc's thigh, a thumb gently lining the innermost side of the limb.] Forgive me; you've made me wait so long, I can hardly keep myself contained.
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He chuckles lowly, letting one of his hands come back down Leblanc's thigh, a thumb gently lining the innermost side of the limb.] Forgive me; you've made me wait so long, I can hardly keep myself contained.
[Can you blame him, though?]