"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to stop?" she asks with a tilt of her head, even as she closes her hands over Loki's, pressing her breasts into his palms, amused by the way he makes the bra simply disappear. A talent she's sure he's used more than a few times in his life.

"We could stop," she says with a slow roll of her hips, her hands still upon his, guiding his touch. "Or maybe we just have to take care not to get too strenuous."

Somehow she doubts they'll stick to that.