They've had plenty of times together that have ended on floors or outdoors, against walls, bent over different surfaces around the townhouse, and times like this, too. But this feels much more rare and Sylvie's hands slide down Loki's back as he presses inside of her, gentle and slow.

"Only nothing, darling," she teases, then nips gently at his lower lip. "Be kinder to yourself than that."

As if he has any insecurity about his body. She's the same, at home in the form she wears, confident, content, and easily able to change it, should she want to.