7-5. Umm... naked dancing?searchesforhimAugust 11 2012, 18:13:56 UTC
Jane could not explain why making love with Thor energized her more than exhausted her. She chose not to question it, and just enjoy the way she felt. She snuggled into his side and placed soft kisses on his chest while her hand drew lazy circles around his navel.
who doesn't love naked dancing?thorgiAugust 11 2012, 23:49:42 UTC
Thor laid on his back with his arm tucked behind his head, a wide grin on his face and his free arm wrapped snugly around Jane's waist. When Thor realized that Jane wished to explore this aspect of their relationship, he could not have been happier. He liked being this close to her. It made him feel as thought he could just start dancing. Not that he was a particularly good dancer.
He gave a soft laugh, squirming a little under her hand. It tickled. "Hey."
Not these two... :)searchesforhimAugust 13 2012, 00:00:36 UTC
Had she finally found a weakness in the mighty Thor? Could he be ticklish of all things? She would have to explore that later. She propped herself up on one elbow and studied his face, his smile contagious.
"So whatcha wanna do now?" Now that her heart had slowed down to normal, she could hear the radio again. She'd forgotten that it had even been on. They had definitely been loud enough to drown it out.
He beamed at her, happy to see that her own smile was returning. He did love it when she smiled.
"Do?" he asked. He reached up to touch her cheek, his thumb tracing along her bottom lip. "We could do many things, I think. Perhaps you had something in mind?"
She kissed his thumb as it grazed her lip. If he kept touching her like that, the only thing they were going to be doing was each other. Again.
She caught his hand and climbed over him, pulling him out of the bed. Her favorite song had just started, and she was incapable of sitting still when it was on.
Thor laughed as he let her drag him out of bed, stumbling a little as he tried to get his feet under him.
"Dance with you?" he asked, amused. He wasn't sure he knew how to dance. Did they dance here as they did in Asgard? He had been to his share of parties and balls. They didn't usually feature music quite like this. He wasn't sure how to start. "You may have to teach me, my dear Jane."
asdj;flkjdf just had mental image of her teaching him the Thriller dancesearchesforhimAugust 16 2012, 16:28:12 UTC
She laughed and spun around, holding his hand over head.
"There's nothing to learn. Just do what feels right. Everybody dances differently, trust me." She took his other hand and started moving to the beat, tugging him back and forth, trying to get him moving.
"If you're anything like most guys I've known, you won't even move your feet. Just plant them and bounce to the beat."
She would not have imagined ever feeling this free with someone else around. Heck, even alone she would never have gallavanted around the house naked before meeting him. There was something about his self-confidence that was contagious.
LMAO Thor would fucking love it. He'd take it back to Asgard. LET ME SHOW YOU THE DANCE OF MIDGARD.thorgiAugust 19 2012, 23:04:51 UTC
Thor laughed, feeling slightly self-conscious. Not for the lack of clothes, he was more than comfortable in his own skin, but more just because he didn't know what he was doing. He tried to move, listening to the song and match the way she danced.
"This is very different from how we dance in Asgard," he told her, grinning widely. He slipped an arm around her, purely for the sake of holding her closer. "Back home, they would throw parties. Feasts. In the palace, we dance without hardly touching each other. It's very serious." He furrowed his eyebrows at her, frowning to punctuate.
*snort* and of course he'd do it wrong and Jane would facepalm to deathsearchesforhimAugust 20 2012, 15:06:30 UTC
It was difficult to dance with his arm holding her body against his, but she was not going to complain. Her appetites matched his own; the only thing she could not match was his stamina.
"That sounds terrible!" The song ended, and a new one started, one much slower. She moved his arms to a more traditional stance, leaving the one around her waist where it belonged. She set her right hand in his, gently placed her left on his shoulder, then set their bodies into a gentle sway. This was simple enough, a back-and-forth motion not unlike the waves on the beach. She beamed up at him in encouragement.
Thor smiled curiously as she took his hand, happy to take it. He matched her swaying, thinking that he could do this if this was all it entailed. Swaying he could do. Holding her he could absolutely do.
"Terrible?" he laughed, his nose scrunching a little. He supposed that it did sound rather dull in comparison to this. This was much more excited, even when he considered that the people here in Midgard probably usually did this with their clothes still on. "I'm not sure if terrible is the word. It's still not as nice as this. Of course, that is only how the nobles dance. The common dancing is much more vigorous."
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"Vigorous?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow. That sounded promising, especially sans clothes.
"There's dances here that are very sensual, like the tango. But I don't know how to do those. You need training... and more coordination than I've got." She continued to sway with him, trying not to notice how much her midsection was rubbing against his nether regions.
"Yes," he laughed, nodding. He was incredibly aware of how soft the skin of her lower back felt against his hand. He had explored that particular portion of her skin many times before, but he always found himself intrigued. "It is... Joyful. Celebratory. Usually you find it during festivals and other celebrations. Especially after a great victory in battle. The ale flows freely from barrels and there is much rejoicing."
He thought back to few of the more memorable feasts in his time, a large smile gracing his face. There had been more amusing and joyful moments than he could count, especially when regarding the exploits that he had shared with his friends. It seemed like a far more innocent time.
She smiled up at him, a mental picture forming of such an event. She spun out of his arms, twirled as she held his hand over her head, then spun back to him.
"Sounds kinda like a frat party." She'd only been to one in her entire college career. Her chemistry lab partner had dragged her. She had been miserable, the definition of a wallflower as she watched guy after guy do keg stands, and drunken couples grinding on one another to loud music.
"I think I'll stick to this. This is nice." His touch was soft and soothing, his smile and laugh like medicine to her tired soul. Too many years spent up all night chasing phenomena in the desert were starting to catch up to her.
Thor chuckled softly and let his hands settle on her waist again as she returned to him. He didn't know what a 'frat party' was, but he was certain it could not be as good as this.
"I think I would prefer this, as well," he told her. He idly rubbed one of his thumbs to her waist, a gentle caress because he could no longer help himself. He constantly found himself needing to touch her.
She too found her hands wandering. The one that should be on his shoulder slipped down to his chest, and her hip leaned into his touch, her skin tingly slightly in the path of his thumb. Her other hand was not content to lie still in his grasp; instead, her fingers slipped between his and slowly moved up and down, enjoying the friction. She did not even notice that the song on the radio had stopped, and commercials had come on, or that she was steering them back toward the bed.
Thor's skin had started to flush and heat up, all from her gentle touches. Were they clothed, it could almost be construed as innocent, the way they touched each other. He knew better, however. He had learned to read when Jane was no longer thinking innocently and he had known almost from the start that they would find themselves in this position yet again. He was not sorry.
"Deal," he said quietly, sitting when his calves hit the edge of the bed. He pulled her into his lap and smiled, very much looking forward to their next moments.
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He gave a soft laugh, squirming a little under her hand. It tickled. "Hey."
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"So whatcha wanna do now?" Now that her heart had slowed down to normal, she could hear the radio again. She'd forgotten that it had even been on. They had definitely been loud enough to drown it out.
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"Do?" he asked. He reached up to touch her cheek, his thumb tracing along her bottom lip. "We could do many things, I think. Perhaps you had something in mind?"
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She caught his hand and climbed over him, pulling him out of the bed. Her favorite song had just started, and she was incapable of sitting still when it was on.
"Come dance with me."
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"Dance with you?" he asked, amused. He wasn't sure he knew how to dance. Did they dance here as they did in Asgard? He had been to his share of parties and balls. They didn't usually feature music quite like this. He wasn't sure how to start. "You may have to teach me, my dear Jane."
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"There's nothing to learn. Just do what feels right. Everybody dances differently, trust me." She took his other hand and started moving to the beat, tugging him back and forth, trying to get him moving.
"If you're anything like most guys I've known, you won't even move your feet. Just plant them and bounce to the beat."
She would not have imagined ever feeling this free with someone else around. Heck, even alone she would never have gallavanted around the house naked before meeting him. There was something about his self-confidence that was contagious.
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"This is very different from how we dance in Asgard," he told her, grinning widely. He slipped an arm around her, purely for the sake of holding her closer. "Back home, they would throw parties. Feasts. In the palace, we dance without hardly touching each other. It's very serious." He furrowed his eyebrows at her, frowning to punctuate.
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"That sounds terrible!" The song ended, and a new one started, one much slower. She moved his arms to a more traditional stance, leaving the one around her waist where it belonged. She set her right hand in his, gently placed her left on his shoulder, then set their bodies into a gentle sway. This was simple enough, a back-and-forth motion not unlike the waves on the beach. She beamed up at him in encouragement.
"You like this better?"
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"Terrible?" he laughed, his nose scrunching a little. He supposed that it did sound rather dull in comparison to this. This was much more excited, even when he considered that the people here in Midgard probably usually did this with their clothes still on. "I'm not sure if terrible is the word. It's still not as nice as this. Of course, that is only how the nobles dance. The common dancing is much more vigorous."
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"There's dances here that are very sensual, like the tango. But I don't know how to do those. You need training... and more coordination than I've got." She continued to sway with him, trying not to notice how much her midsection was rubbing against his nether regions.
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He thought back to few of the more memorable feasts in his time, a large smile gracing his face. There had been more amusing and joyful moments than he could count, especially when regarding the exploits that he had shared with his friends. It seemed like a far more innocent time.
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"Sounds kinda like a frat party." She'd only been to one in her entire college career. Her chemistry lab partner had dragged her. She had been miserable, the definition of a wallflower as she watched guy after guy do keg stands, and drunken couples grinding on one another to loud music.
"I think I'll stick to this. This is nice." His touch was soft and soothing, his smile and laugh like medicine to her tired soul. Too many years spent up all night chasing phenomena in the desert were starting to catch up to her.
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"I think I would prefer this, as well," he told her. He idly rubbed one of his thumbs to her waist, a gentle caress because he could no longer help himself. He constantly found himself needing to touch her.
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She too found her hands wandering. The one that should be on his shoulder slipped down to his chest, and her hip leaned into his touch, her skin tingly slightly in the path of his thumb. Her other hand was not content to lie still in his grasp; instead, her fingers slipped between his and slowly moved up and down, enjoying the friction. She did not even notice that the song on the radio had stopped, and commercials had come on, or that she was steering them back toward the bed.
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"Deal," he said quietly, sitting when his calves hit the edge of the bed. He pulled her into his lap and smiled, very much looking forward to their next moments.
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