The sound she makes in her throat is halfway between a purr and a laugh.
Her hands close hard on his shoulders; a shift, a twist, and the two of them roll over on the sand, coming to a halt with Loki flat on his back and Kali poised over him.
Sometimes it doesn't take an arm across the throat to pin him down; sometimes all she needs is a kiss.
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Her hands close hard on his shoulders; a shift, a twist, and the two of them roll over on the sand, coming to a halt with Loki flat on his back and Kali poised over him.
Sometimes it doesn't take an arm across the throat to pin him down; sometimes all she needs is a kiss.