( An apt summary, when wandering fingers and the press of bodies are a distraction which continues to strike nerves like lightning streaking to earth, fast and bright and impossible to stop. Her body shudders as she presses her hips down, as her head tilts back and, for a moment, she's quiet apart from the hitch of breath which escapes her lips.
Slowly, Kate leans her head back in, a groan as she moves in his lap again, pressing a kiss to his jawline and further up towards his ear, catching her breath between each touch of her mouth to his skin.
[Apt. He presses to her, gently teasing with his thumb even after she stiffens in his lap. His control slips from him quickly after that - what control he had left - and he holds her against him like she's more important than air as a low curse slips out.
The rush of heat that follows settles over him like a quilt, a light sheen to his skin. He shudders once, kissing her shoulder and lingering there, resting his forehead to where his lips just touched.
He looks at her then, faintly flushed, eyes hazed with the simple desire for her. The press of lips to hers is hard, firm, a light nip given to the lower in a moment's parting.]
( Brief though it may be, the kiss sings with everything his eyes hold, everything that burns in the way he clings to her, and Kate's just-steadied breathing is shook with a gasp as they part, warm brown eyes dark as they catch his.
For a while, she doesn't say anything, lets herself have this moment of silence and stillness, caught up in the shape of his eyes, the intensity that's always there in brilliant colour. She's certainly not the only distraction in this room, but she eventually shifts, pulling herself off his lap slowly and carefully. )
[His eyes don't leave hers for a moment as she looks into them, while his breathing slows and he lets his fingers idly trail over her skin when she moves.]
My--? [Having barely noticed the position while otherwise engaged, he now grimaces slightly and shifts into a far more comfortable position with a soft hiss.] They're fine.
[Now, they're fine.
He doesn't notice the way he idly curls his toes against the sheets, or the smile that hasn't quite left his face. Ignis still feels like he's buzzing, and though the feeling is fading slowly there's still a certain need to touch her that he sates by placing his hand over hers.]
( Well, she's got some sad news for you, Ignis, and that is that she's about to break the romance of this quiet little moment with mundane needs. She twists her hand under his and gives it a quick squeeze before stretching both arms over her head and sliding herself to the edge of the bed. )
Mind if I shower?
( For several reasons, not the least of which is the fine film of sweat across her body, sticking her hair to her back uncomfortably. )
[The quick breath in that he takes comes with a couple of rapid blinks that look like waking up, and he clears his throat slightly as he shakes his head.]
Of course not.
[That finely honed poise is creeping back in, slowly but surely and even with how comfortable he is with her like this.]
[It doesn't save water at all but he's not going to point that out. That barely recovered poised almost doesn't hold as he shifts himself off the bed to follow her.
Any excuse to be near to her in situations like this is a good one, and he'll take it.]
( She's full of good ideas when they're not about punching her friends, and is more than happy to lead the way to his bathroom and turn on the shower. Good things about Hadriel - the layouts of each flat are pretty much the same across the board.
The shower itself? Well that's a productive time, though certainly not about to save the city any water. But they get clean, nothing is dropped and they get out in one piece. Congratulations, kids. And clothes are likely found and placed onto bodies, hair rearranged and tied out of faces, until they're ready to face the day. And the city. )
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( An apt summary, when wandering fingers and the press of bodies are a distraction which continues to strike nerves like lightning streaking to earth, fast and bright and impossible to stop. Her body shudders as she presses her hips down, as her head tilts back and, for a moment, she's quiet apart from the hitch of breath which escapes her lips.
Slowly, Kate leans her head back in, a groan as she moves in his lap again, pressing a kiss to his jawline and further up towards his ear, catching her breath between each touch of her mouth to his skin.
It's been far, far too long. )
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The rush of heat that follows settles over him like a quilt, a light sheen to his skin. He shudders once, kissing her shoulder and lingering there, resting his forehead to where his lips just touched.
He looks at her then, faintly flushed, eyes hazed with the simple desire for her. The press of lips to hers is hard, firm, a light nip given to the lower in a moment's parting.]
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For a while, she doesn't say anything, lets herself have this moment of silence and stillness, caught up in the shape of his eyes, the intensity that's always there in brilliant colour. She's certainly not the only distraction in this room, but she eventually shifts, pulling herself off his lap slowly and carefully. )
...How're your legs?
( Of all the things to say, really. )
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My--? [Having barely noticed the position while otherwise engaged, he now grimaces slightly and shifts into a far more comfortable position with a soft hiss.] They're fine.
[Now, they're fine.
He doesn't notice the way he idly curls his toes against the sheets, or the smile that hasn't quite left his face. Ignis still feels like he's buzzing, and though the feeling is fading slowly there's still a certain need to touch her that he sates by placing his hand over hers.]
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Mind if I shower?
( For several reasons, not the least of which is the fine film of sweat across her body, sticking her hair to her back uncomfortably. )
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Of course not.
[That finely honed poise is creeping back in, slowly but surely and even with how comfortable he is with her like this.]
Ladies first.
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C'mon.
( They may as well save water. Not that it really saves water. But still. )
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Any excuse to be near to her in situations like this is a good one, and he'll take it.]
It would be my pleasure.
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The shower itself? Well that's a productive time, though certainly not about to save the city any water. But they get clean, nothing is dropped and they get out in one piece. Congratulations, kids. And clothes are likely found and placed onto bodies, hair rearranged and tied out of faces, until they're ready to face the day. And the city. )