The rest of their time in the shower is passed with lots of kisses and bubbles, more touching than washing but they smell a world better by the time some fluffy towels are involved. Loki magics his armour onto the bed and takes his time dressing, leathers and gleaming scalemaille, greaves and gloves; far more godly than a dusty cloak. His helm slides on and stays in place when he looks to Chris (whose clothes he may have cleaned with a wave of his hand). ]
You never even told me what your ship is called, you know. It would be very romantic for me to scour the universe for it, but I'd rather not.
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[ Maybe not an old crone, but ...
The rest of their time in the shower is passed with lots of kisses and bubbles, more touching than washing but they smell a world better by the time some fluffy towels are involved. Loki magics his armour onto the bed and takes his time dressing, leathers and gleaming scalemaille, greaves and gloves; far more godly than a dusty cloak. His helm slides on and stays in place when he looks to Chris (whose clothes he may have cleaned with a wave of his hand). ]
You never even told me what your ship is called, you know. It would be very romantic for me to scour the universe for it, but I'd rather not.