[ A brief flutter of lashes as Loki deftly changes the state of play. There's an argument to say he should've seen it coming, another to say he did. Whatever the case Stephen's caught for a held-breath moment somewhere between sobering quickly and... not.
Then the forefingers of the arm draped about Loki's shoulders press their tips lightly to the exposed skin of his throat. It's a brief leak. A bright flex of the magic that had once played between their palms on a crowded dancefloor shared instead with the closest bare skin he can find. A warning jolt or a met challenge, kept in the realm of play with the signature of a familiar game. ]
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Then the forefingers of the arm draped about Loki's shoulders press their tips lightly to the exposed skin of his throat. It's a brief leak. A bright flex of the magic that had once played between their palms on a crowded dancefloor shared instead with the closest bare skin he can find. A warning jolt or a met challenge, kept in the realm of play with the signature of a familiar game. ]
I can.
[ So watch your step. ]