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[claritatis]

[Still tied up as he is, it's hard to calm down properly after that. Ignis pulls in a few deep, heaving breaths with his eyes closed and a sharp awareness of her movement along the bed, and it's only the lazy coyness of her words that has him glancing over to her.

He shifts his arms slightly, adjusting his wrists. Despite the care she'd taken in restraining him the way he'd fought it while she teased him has left faint red marks on the skin.]

Mm. [His breathing steadies easily, though the flush at the tops of his cheekbones and around the shell of his ears is taking longer to fade. There's a sated weariness to him as he looks at her, but he smiles.] You might want to give me a few minutes, first.

[dedikated]

( Her idling fingers eventually hook under the fabric of the knot and pull it loose with a few precise movements, letting the fabric fall behind the bed without so much as a glance as Kate pushes herself up and over to undo the other.

A few minutes? She can do that, her hand coming to rest on his chest, lips brushing against the line of his jaw ever so gently. As far as firsts go, this is certainly one of the more memorable ones, and she doesn't feel like ruining the moment by rushing or speaking.

So, instead, she simply stretches out beside him, fingers light as they run across his side. )

[claritatis]

[Ignis draws his arms down and rubs his wrists, though he doesn't appear too put-out by the marks on them. A quiet, but very clear satisfaction sinks into him and makes itself known in a soft and comfortable sigh as he brushes his fingers against a curl of her hair and smiles.]

That was a first. [He murmurs. Definitely one of the more memorable ones. His body is still tingling, still coming down from the high she pushed him to.

One arm slips around her and he coaxes her in for a kiss, lingering idly against her lips.]

[dedikated]

Isn't everything?

( She's not sorry.

That smile makes all of it even more worth the effort than before, and Kate gladly lets him pull her closer, lets the kiss linger, her lips brushing his gently. )

[claritatis]

Mm, a fair assessment. [And not an untrue one. She's still finding so many ways to surprise him, it shouldn't be a shock that she did it here too. His thumb rubs idly against the base of her spine, that smile still lingering on his face as he looks at her.

Gods, but she is lovely, and all for him.]

How long have you had that on your mind?

[dedikated]

( She sees that smile, Ignis, and between that and the gentle brush of his thumb - light and idle enough to make her shiver when it hits the most sensitive parts of her back - Kate finds the motivation to flash a knife-sharp smile and push him onto his back and return to her favourite place to be:

Settled on his lap, thighs pressing against his hips. )

While. ( Her tone is as casual as a shrug as her fingers trace across his chest, following muscles and scars to his collarbones. ) Never asked anyone if I could before.

( But she's never had anyone she could ask before. )

[claritatis]

Mm.

[He makes a soft sound as she settles herself on his lap, and idly runs his hands up her thighs as he looks up at her. It's that expression again, the one that tells her she's his entire world at this moment in time, a small smile still lingering as he rubs his thumbs against her hips.]

No one? [He's not sure what that tells him. Ignis hasn't thought of himself as particularly adventurous, but certainly willing to try the things she suggests to him.] I think I should feel honoured.

[dedikated]

( It's that look again, that look and those teasing words which knot her stomach and make her heart feel as though it's knocking against her ribcage. Those moments where the desire to keep this crashes sharply against the knowledge that she can't.

One of them will disappear eventually, and if - somehow - they make it to the end of this all, they both have homes to return to. Ones which need them far more than Hadriel does.

There's barely a heartbeat between what he says and the press of her lips, her body, against him, cutting off all opportunities for thought in favour of something far more familiar. Far more comfortable. )