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[claritatis]

"You've reached Ignis Scientia. Leave a message and I will endeavour to get back to you post-haste."

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[claritatis]

Certainly. I should be back there within the next ten minutes.

[dedikated]

( She can't say she'd be opposed to watching him haul wood back and forth though... )

First time for everything.

[lifetothefullest]

It'll take me slightly longer, but I'll be there as soon as I can.

[He's not near the headquarters, so he has to make a trek there. But he does show up as quickly as he can, stepping cautiously into the building and glancing around.]

[claritatis]

[Ignis is waiting, leaning against a desk and looking over one of Curufin's map sketches. He glances up to the presence in the doorway, a brief look over the tops of his spectacles before he pushes them further up the bridge of his nose with the tips of his fingers.]

Lance. [The drawing goes back onto the desk, with a small stack of ones in a similar style.] Good to meet you.

[claritatis]

I'll look into it, if only to avoid feeling as if I'm sitting idle.

[Honestly, Ignis, you're probably doing enough already.]

[dedikated]

You have nothing to do?

( Text does not truly convey the disbelief she has as she types those words. She knows you, Ignis, you will have definitely found something. )

Need me to keep you busy?

( Kate no. )

action, you know what this is.

[dedikated]

( In all honesty, Kate doesn't really need the key. The locks in Hadriel aren't exactly high class security, a hairpin would probably suffice to pick them. But it prevents her squatting down for minutes, fiddling with the lock. So she isn't going to complain; it makes this easier. And right now? The easier things are, the better. Lord only knows they've had enough challenges in this city - isn't it time to have some fun?

It is for Kate, at least. And with the flat blissfully empty, she tosses her coat over a chair and struts her way to Ignis' bedroom. It doesn't matter if he's in there or not; it might even be better that he isn't, giving her time to unwrap the fabric from around her hands, to perch herself on the bed and admire the fact that even Hadriel occasionally manages to get it right and provide lingerie that's more attractive than it is practical. Practical is nice and all, but it doesn't hug the lines and curves of her body in quite the same way.

It feels good, one of the many forgotten indulgences of back home, and her fingers slip under the band of her bra as she lies back on the bed, hair fanning out in a curtain beneath her, the makeshift restraints in a careless pile by her hip.

He better not take too long. She didn't come here to be bored and wait, after all. )

[claritatis]

[She is lucky that she found the place empty, and that it isn't the wrong occupant walking in when someone does return. While unintentionally, Ignis doesn't keep her waiting too long and the sound of a key in the door can be heard not more than ten minutes after Kate lets herself in.

There's the distant sound of him calling for Noctis, first, checking if he's there or not, getting silence for an answer. It doesn't settle him, though - the sensation of knowing that someone is there itches at him - and he finds his way to the bedroom in short order.]

... Ah. [It isn't a displeased sound, but certainly a surprised one, given along with a small smile as he very deliberately shuts the door behind him and leans against it.]

It appears that someone left me a gift. How thoughtful.

[dedikated]

( That wouldn't be her problem. She's gorgeous and comfortably in Ignis' bedroom while she lies around like this. Anyone who wandered their way in would be entirely at fault.

A predatory smirk crosses Kate's face when the door is closed behind her boyfriend and she props herself up on her elbows, crossing one leg over the other. )

Free evening. ( Well, she could have done other things. Could have kept working or practised archery, but none of those sounded fun. And what's the point in making her existence in Hadriel even more tedious and dull by continuing to work when she has him?

It just seems silly to bury herself in other things when these thoughts keep going through her head.

Kate swivels off the bed easily, pushing herself up and crossing the space to the door, fingertips slowly stepping over each button of his shirt and tracing the skin next to the pendant of his necklace. )

[claritatis]

[She is gorgeous, there's no denying that.

Ignis stays by the door with a slight smile tipping his lips up, his hands behind his back even as she toys with his shirt buttons. There are many other things that could be being done today, given their current situation and the necessity to keep things moving along, but this feels - at the moment - like a far more beneficial use of his time.

It should have been a red flag, that he would so willingly brush responsibility aside for this, but it simply doesn't occur to him.]

I see. [He moves his hands, then, planting them lightly on her waist and rubbing his thumbs against the lines of her hip bones.] You look as if you have a plan.

[claritatis]

That depends entirely on what you have in mind.

[He's probably not in the mood for what you have in mind. Sorry, Kate.]

[dedikated]

( ...spoilsport. )

Wasn't going to be I Spy.

( Lord, who allows this woman. )

[dedikated]

( Please. She always has a plan. Well. Mostly. If she doesn't have a plan, one can be thought up on the go.

Tonight, however, she certainly has a plan, as easily indicated by the way her eyes cast back to the bed for a brief second. Who needs responsibilities for the evening? Hadriel will still be there in the morning, and they're not the only people in the city. Let someone else do the work for a change. )

You still want to be tied up?

( That's her plan. But plans can change. They can be added to or shifted as need be. What she wants is important, surely, and she's used to getting it in this aspect of her life, but where's the fun if he doesn't want it too?

He's not like the others. His pleasure isn't simply a compliment to her skills, a boost to the ego, but something that matters.

So, plans will change if she needs to change them. )

[claritatis]

I still don't have any objections to the idea.

[It's less of a want, more of a curiosity, with the 'want' falling more into the side of it being something that she wants, and his being very content to do most things to make her happy. This has come up once or twice, though not often since their relationship started, but it would appear that this is not an idea that came out of nowhere...

With his hands on her hips, he gently walks her backwards towards the bed. Six, she's absolutely beautiful, and the fact that she only has eyes for him is something that he's grateful for every single day.]

What are you waiting for?

[claritatis]

I had a feeling.
That might be difficult under these conditions.

[dedikated]

( Good.

The edges of her lips are tinged with a smirk, the question quickly answered with the curling of her fingers into his shirt, the show of strength that pushes him into the mattress. She doesn't waste time sliding on top of him, plucking the restraints from the bed without needing to look; kisses more interesting than looking for pieces of fabric. Kate's teeth catch his lower lip, biting down only briefly.

She does, after all, need to draw back in order to separate the restraints from each other, to take his each of his wrists gently in her hand and wrap the cloth around them before she ties everything to the headboard. )

Comfortable?

( She'd like to think that having her straddled in your lap is a pretty comfortable thing. )

[dedikated]

( A lot is. )

I know.

( She's just... saying. If he needs the distraction, she'd try. )

[claritatis]

[It's not often that she demonstrates that she has the ability to overpower him easily if she has a mind to. The display prompts an unexpected thrill of excitement that doesn't settle as she moves over his lap, his heart already thudding against his ribs while she takes one wrist, then the other.

He doesn't resist. He doesn't want to.]

Quite. [Ignis replies with a small, slightly crooked smile as he lightly tests the security of one of the restraints.]

So, [He murmurs then, a quiet throwback to a far, far earlier conversation.] Now that you have me, what do you plan to do with me?

[claritatis]

[He's quiet for a while after that, appreciating the intention but not able to concentrate on it. After a little while, he sends her another message, an almost timid attempt at reaching out.]

What were you thinking of?

[dedikated]

( It's not often she feels the need to, really. But if he's going to be so impatient as to ask what she's waiting for, then it's only fair to remind him who's in charge here and now.

Kate's tongue runs over her lips idly, fingertips skimming the soft fabric of his shirt, brown eyes sharp as her head tilts, the look of a predator with plenty of time to play with her food.

What does she plan to do with him, still so clothed and securely tied to the headboard?

She supposes the best place to start is by flicking open each button of his shirt, pushing the fabric to one side when her head dips down to press kisses to bare skin in a slow trail that leads up to his lips. A finger traces the lines of his collarbone, across the hollow of his neck before she pulls back from his lips, the slightest of smiles tugging at the corners of her mouth. )

Can I finger you?

( Well, if he wanted to know. )

[claritatis]

[He's sure she has some kind of a plan, but he had never anticipated just how much being restrained like this would affect him. Ignis twitches against the fabric around his wrists, instinctively wanting to touch her and finding his pulse stuttering each time he's rendered unable to do so. His breathing quickens, carefully held when she kisses him, and then--

That is not a question he expected to be asked.

The answer doesn't come immediately. He looks at her, quietly searching her expression for... for what? For the briefest moment, he draws his lower lip between his teeth in a long-shaken demonstration of rattled nerves, then his lips quirk into a small smile.

He nods.]

[dedikated]

( The little reactions become more obvious as her lips trail upwards, and Kate has to bite back a smirk of self-satisfaction knowing that she has all of this to play with and plenty of time to do so.

Her poker face lasts until that nod, smile curving into something more dangerous at his response, lips immediately seeking out his for another kiss, one harder and more urgent than before, all tongue and teeth while fingers stroll their way across bare skin to the waistband of his trousers. Hips lift just enough that her fingers can work apart the buttons in the way before she, with all the reluctance of someone who could sink into his lips forever, pulls away from the kiss. )

Hips.

( The shirt will have to stay on, but she can get rid of all this obnoxious trouser fabric much more easily. )

[dedikated]

You.

( K A T E...

But it's true. )

Think we've been here almost a year.

( Yes, she's trying to count the openings of the Door to distract herself. )

[claritatis]

[He has walked right into situations with no idea of what he can expect to find so many times in his life that the way his nerves spring up to prickle at him now is a vaguely unpleasant surprise. But there, too, muffling that discomfort quite amply is the heady excitement of what she's asked of him.

The way his wrists are tied makes it difficult to move, but he has a feeling she likes it that way. His hips shift up to her demand, giving her an easy route to tugging off the offending garment while his breathing subtly shivers and he watches her every move.

He trusts her. Enough to try it, and enough to believe she'll stop if he tells her to.]

[claritatis]

I believe you're right.

[Almost a year. It's hard to keep track of the time, but going by how many times the Door has opened is a good measure.]

It feels like barely any time at all.