[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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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. )