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[claritatis]

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[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. )