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xebelswoe​:

she was covered in marks, breathing heavily as she lay in the bed the ended up in at some point. grabbing his hand, she pouted. “where are you going?”

Namor looked back at her and kissed her hand. “A king has duties...but if you insist I can stay awhile longer.”

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xebelswoe​:

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“Yes you are.” Namor nodded and moved his fingers to unfasten her and undress her. He took her hand in his and let it explore down the front of his body. 

her cheeks flushed pink as he undressed her, attempting to hide it by moving to kiss his neck in return. palming him through his clothing as a bit of payback for the bites.

His fingers traced her body and his mouth moved to her breast softly kissing at them and moving lower down her body. His strong hands keeping her in place as he teased her.

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xebelswoe​:

“i’m going to look like i was attacked by the time we’re done.” she chuckled and seemed to melt into his arms with the kisses. her next words were little more than a whisper, “it unfastens in the back, bite wherever you see fit darling.” 

“Yes you are.” Namor nodded and moved his fingers to unfasten her and undress her. He took her hand in his and let it explore down the front of his body. 

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xebelswoe​:

she once again found herself pulling at his hair once he bit at her neck. “you’re doing that on purpose now.” she let herself giggle quietly at the ticklish feeling.

“Yes. Yes I am. Would you rather I bite somewhere else?” He looked up at her and kissed the bite marks.

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xebelswoe​:

when his lips found her neck she shied away for a brief moment, stifling a giggle. before leaning back towards him and tugging a bit at his hair.

He grunted as she pulled at his hair but it was a good grunt. It was the feeling of his hair being pulled that made him bite softly at her neck. She have be ticklish but he knew this must be a weak spot.

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xebelswoe​:

while she probably shouldn’t have- she put her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. it was either going to end up being a stupid idea, or a fun idea. smart wasn’t exactly on the table.

Namor deepened the kiss and pushed her up against the nearest wall. He removed his mouth for a second to smirk at her and moved it down to her neck to kiss a bit more roughly.

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xebelswoe​:

“whatever i want? you’ve already seduced me, you don’t need to keep sweetening the deal, dear.” but she certainly did enjoy the deal getting better and better! “shall we?”

“We shall.” Namor pulled her close and kissed her deeply letting his hands flow over her body.

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xebelswoe​:

“i’m confident that you can–” she grinned and put her finger over his mouth in a shushing motion, “if you take me flying afterwards.” she hated flying but she might as well take advantage of the situation while she can.

He kissed her finger and nodded. “I will do whatever you want, my Queen.”

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xebelswoe​:

she sighed with fake dramaticism, “if only we could think of a way for you to work to show me how much a perfect king you are.”

“I think I can think of something.” Namor pressed a soft kiss to her hand and moved in closer.

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xebelswoe​:

“well, we’re going to get along great then.” she smiled and put a hand on his arm.

He let his hand ghost her body for a second and smirked down at her hand. “Yes. Yes I think we will, my dear.”

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xebelswoe​:

“oh, i understand. i just think it’s fun to make you work a bit.” she grins, pushing the whole thinly veiled atlantean supremacy thing to the back of her mind to deal with later. 

Namor moved in closer and grinned at her. “I do feel better about things after I’ve worked for it.”

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xebelswoe​:

“a goddess?” what a suck up. she likes him.  “i’d watch what you say next, they’re not fond of competition. we can’t have a conversation if i’m cursed to live as a snake forever, can i?” 

“Fair enough. I think you understand what I am trying to say don’t you? No one measures up to people like us. We deserve someone as perfect as us.”

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xebelswoe​:

“i think the word perfect was being thrown around as well.” as much as she hated to admit it, hearing an arrogant guy like him call her perfect was… very welcome.

“Of course. You are of the sea like me. That makes you beyond perfect. It makes you a goddess to me.”

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xebelswoe​:

“well, i can see why you don’t talk to others. you seem to be quite the-” mera paused to try and find a not insulting word, “confident man. why waste the time on them, right?”  

He took notice of her pause and smirked. Oh he liked her. “Exactly. I’d rather talk to people like you. Confident. Beautiful. Fierce.”

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xebelswoe​:

“well, mow i must say i’m curious as to what the definition of perfect is to you– seeing as you have met so many others that fit it.”

“Did I say many? I don’t think I did.” Namor rolled his eyes and moved in closer. “I think it’s the power in your eyes that draws me in the most. I can tell you don’t just talk to anyone. I don’t either.”

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xebelswoe​:

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“I think you are perfect. You have me in your control.”

“then show me how perfect i am in your eyes, your majesty.”

“Do you want details or would you rather I show you what I do to perfect people?”

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xebelswoe​:

“perhaps,” mera shrugged nonchalantly, “but i would love to hear you say it again.”

“I think you are perfect. You have me in your control.”