#cffidelityy

There’s been one idea that she’s yet to share with him though. Something’s she’s thought about since the last time she saw him and Venom in perfect unison.

“Eddie…” a whimper escapes her as he finds a particularly sensitive spot on her collarbone. “If I said I wanted to play…. With both of you? H-How would that make you feel?”

Eddie's arms are wrapped securely about Sigyn, and that's far more for the physical sensation of closeness than it is any possessive or dominating intent. It doesn't matter that he's got the build of an Olympic-level linebacker and she's comparatively quite slight; she could, if she so chose, easily break his hold on her with her Vanir strength. Really, he just wants to feel like she's as close as she can be, and moreover, he wants her to feel like she's as close to him as the laws of physics will allow.

Well. There's maybe one more thing they could to do get closer. They might yet get there. And maybe that's why his mouth has been all over her neck tonight. Lips and teeth and tongue writing sonnets on her skin. Mauling to come soon enough. He's been dancing all around that one spot on her collarbone for a few minutes now, waiting for just the right moment to attack it with the sweetest, gentlest nibble. And sure enough, when she murmurs his name, he delivers. Makes her interrupt herself to moan and squirm. God, she's so…

…beautiful? Lovely? Magnificent? Glorious? Sexy?

Hot. She's so hot.

She only barely seems able to put forth the question she had in mind, and once it's out in the air, Eddie feels compelled to loosen his grip on her so that he can lift his hands up and cup her face between them. He looks into her eyes and rubs his thumbs across the apples of her cheeks.

A smile that's both earnest and crooked blossoms on his face.

@cffidelityy

Things didn't go as he planned them, but at least he could say that it was a rather peaceful battle for freedom. Of course, there had been casualties on both sides, but once he arrived with the hundreds of thousands of androids, things were pretty much decided. They were free. They won.

There wasn't time for celebration yet, though. Fighting his own self - #313 248 317 - 60, or just Sixty, for short - left him with a few holes in his chassis. He needed help, and there wasn't time to get a fix at CyberLife tower.

Now that things were calm enough with the humans, information could spread between them as fast as lightning. Which was how Connor had learned that there was a technician nearby; one that decided to go against CyberLife protocol and hid deviated androids in her home while human officers hunted them. Others had informed him that she could also repair androids, if they needed it; and Connor definitely needed it.

His system just started to give him a warning that his thirium levels started to reach a new critical low. Without thirium, he'd shut down, which was the android equivalent of bleeding out and dying. Obviously, he wanted to avoid that. So, as soon as he arrived in front of her home, he knocked a little impatiently on her front door.

"Hurry", he muttered to himself as his LED whirred to yellow, then, to red. "Please. I don't want to die. Not now..."

Halloween / autumn

"My beautiful, my beloved, my one and only Moon in my dark sky; what sweets will I get?"

Loki raised a brow, looking slightly offended at Sigyn's decision. A smirk started to spread on his face as he leaned closer to Sigyn's right ear, his voice dropping to a deep purr as he spoke next.

Slowly, meticulously, the god’s fingers work at the fastenings of his cape from where he stands across their room. He could remove the whole thing (and more) with a flick of his fingers, but the trickster will rarely turn down the chance to enjoy a little anticipation.

It came to be that the Queen of Vanaheim was looking for a suitor, one that would solidify her newly claimed position to the throne. Loki had been informed that many suitors had sought her hand and none had yet been successful. His role was to attempt to secure his position at her side to gain a tactical alliance between the realms of Asgard and Vanaheim. He had been assigned a role as a member of the high court of Asgard and that was to be his alias until the time he was able to marry the Queen of Vanaheim or he had to return home by dismissal. Understanding the weight of the task before him, Loki entered into the throne room where Vanaheim’s beautiful Queen sat on her throne. Loki approached the steps, stopping at the bottom and bowing low before her. “Your Majesty, it is an honor to meet you.” He stood to face her once more, “I am Loki, of Asgard, and I come as a diplomat of the high courts. They heard you were seeking a suitor and sent me to see if myself or the high courts could aid you until such a time comes that you find the one you are seeking. If it would please your Majesty, it would be an honor for Asgard and myself to serve you in this time of change.”

Arranged Marriage

"Do not mistake my stunned silence as a bad thing", Astarion's voice was calm, quiet. "I am... pleasantly surprised by your stunning beauty."

"I'm sure someone like you must have quite the story...I mean Asgard...It's interestin."