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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]

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. )