( 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. )
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action, you know what this is.
Date: 2018-06-13 05:35 pm (UTC)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. )