Hadriel IC Inbox

[claritatis]

"You've reached Ignis Scientia. Leave a message and I will endeavour to get back to you post-haste."

Comments

[dedikated]

( That's a good thing. Because she finds herself far more prone to feeling calm around him, less inclined to keep up appearances and closer to the person she might have been had life not taken the turns it did.

And that person is the one who doesn't object to her leg being pulled into position, the one who is audible in her reaction to a hand running through her hair. Kate's teeth catch Ignis' lower lips, pinching and tugging as her nails dig into the pale skin across his shoulders.

Less thinking, less talking. More of this while they still have time this morning. )

[claritatis]

[The physical responses to her come quickly, an uptick in his pulse and a warm flush through his body as he pulls her closer to him. His free hand wanders over her while they kiss - his thumb grazing over a nipple, fingertips brushing over a scar on her ribs - until minutes have passed and he has to force himself to shift far enough back that she can't catch him again.

For a moment, he simply looks utterly wracked with indecision. He swallows once, and draws in a breath that sounds like an attempt to steady himself. The ones that follow have a subtle shake to them on each inhale.]

I should stop--. I'm, hm...

[Gods, it's... unfair? Resisting her is becoming more than an exercise in patience.]

[dedikated]

( ...

You have got to be kidding her. The groan that leaves her lips is more than clear in meaning, frustrated and wanting more than he's willing to give, judging by the way he moves himself out of easy reach. Goosebumps trail over now-tanned skin, leaving a path where his fingertips trailed.

It is unfair, and hearing that Love says they can't get pregnant doesn't exactly quell the anxiety about that potential scenario. She's always been careful, more than most would say is strictly necessary.

This isn't a scenario she foresaw herself having to contend with, where she wants this so badly despite everything she knows saying they should just wait until they have adequate protection. (But then, Hadriel is good at that. Forcing her into things she never thought she'd have to contend with. Like relationships.)

Kate bites her lower lip for a moment, propping herself up on her elbows. Yes, he's right. They probably should stop. And this usually wouldn't be so much of a problem for her. But just as Ignis isn't used to having to contend with any of it, Kate isn't that used to having to contend with feeling a desire this strong. With Sam, maybe. But Hadriel was underground then. They didn't even know the Null existed then.

One other person isn't exactly a wealth of experience, either.

She breathes in slowly, pushing herself further up until her hands give her the balance she's looking for, and Kate casts her eyes downwards.

God, no, she probably shouldn't do this. No, he definitely shouldn't be stopping. Not yet, anyway. There are ways to get creative, ones they've been experimenting with already. All that Kate knows right now is that she doesn't want him to just stop there. She wants bodies pressed against one another, the warmth of skin and the noises he makes when her teeth nip just the right part of his body. )

You sure?

( She's done a lot in her life, but resisting the urge to kiss him again, then and there, is one of the hardest things. )

[claritatis]

[She asks that, and his eyes widen slightly, never leaving hers. He isn't sure that she knows why he stopped, that the creativity, as amazing as it's been, is not what he actually wants right now.]

... No. [The word tumbles out on a sigh, restraint worth nothing at all at the present moment. He wants her close to him and trying to think about it, to plan his way through this is doing him no favours.] No, I'm not sure. I don't believe I've ever been less sure of anything.

[A heartbeat later, he's kissing her again. His fingers find their place back in her hair, back to tripping lightly up her thigh, easily returning to the motions he so reluctantly interrupted.

Forget the hesitation. There's only one thing that he wants right now.]

[dedikated]

( She does, but they're an adequate substitute, right? Close enough. Like eating cucumber when you're hella thirsty. Enough to tide you over until—

Until when, exactly? How much longer can they stay dancing around this? Judging by the way Ignis finds her mouth, her hair, her thigh, not much longer if at all. She moans against his lips like he's the first drink of water she's had in weeks, as though all of him spilling on top of her is the only thing she needs to survive right now.

It's been— fuck, she doesn't know. She doesn't rightly know how long they've been in this damned city, but longer than the entirety of that stay. And even then, it's been so long since she's wanted to be touched like this for anything more than simple sexual satisfaction.

She wants him to know her, in ways that are almost frightening to consider. To learn the ins and outs of herself in body and mind. She wants him closer still as her leg hooks around his waist and her hands slide to shoulder and jaw, caressing skin rather than clawing at it. )

[claritatis]

[He takes his time here, the outcome already assured by his eagerness and her consent to something they had been putting off for the sake of not being sure what could happen if they stepped over that unspoken line. Her fingers smooth over his skin and he shifts under her touch, subtly leaning into it, leaning into her and drawing her whole body against his.

His fingertips find the scars on her skin, a gentle graze or kiss to each one he discovers over again in this new light. They've drawn so close to this so many times before, and there is no hesitation in Ignis' movements or the touches to her skin, the marks on her body, the heat between her thighs.

No hesitation, either, in the grasping of her hips before he enters her, a soft sigh and a softer curse passing his lips one after the other.]

finally putting these filth icons to good use

[dedikated]

( She's gotten more than used to his touch, to being stretched out underneath him in these last few weeks of exploring, coming so close but never quite getting there. Learned a multitude of things about him — where to press a kiss, how hard to nip at skin that his breath hitches but there won't be marks in the morning — but a surprising amount about herself, too.

Like the fact that it can be okay to let go and let someone else be in charge for a while. That there's a certain amount of intoxicating power to be found in the trail of lips and tongue against a cock. That there's so much more fun to be had in properly trusting the other party.

But all of that doesn't stop the hitch of breath or the brief stutter of her heart when he slips inside and she's looking up, cheeks flushed red and hips jerking in automatic response. She'd always thought it a myth brought about by guys who were too cheap to buy condoms, but bare skin against bare skin is electric in a way that pulls out a low moan and the bite of her lower lip to try and stifle the noise as nails dig into skin.

There's a moment, a breath, a pause before Kate finds her footing again, hands against his shoulders as she finds his ear to whisper; )

Not— not like this.

( Letting go and letting someone else be in charge can be all well and good when it's nothing more than fingers and mouths, but right now, with all this stimulation sending shivers down her spine...

Well, routine is good too. )

[claritatis]

[With everything else they've got up to so far, it would be foolish to be shy about something as simple as this, but the unique sensation and the electric spark of bare skin to bare skin has him lightly pressing his forehead to her shoulder, a deep breath drawn in on a shudder and let out slowly before he kisses the dip of her collar bone.

She speaks, and he looks at her, a moment of concern that he overstepped washed quickly away by the expression on her face and the flush high on her cheeks. For a moment, he tries to puzzle her out, one hand smoothing gently over her hip...

Then, he understands.

Ignis smiles subtly, fingers stroking down her upper arm as he coaxes her arms up around his neck. He kisses her, and as he does he pulls her up against him, shifting both of their bodies smoothly until she's seated in his lap. It's something he's done before, though never in quite this position, and he draws in another breath - a little more sharply - as his eyes dip closed for a moment.]

... Like this?

casual reminder that this was just supposed to be a fluffy morning chat

[dedikated]

Better.

( She might have opted to simply push him onto his back and continue like that, but this is good too. A mess of limbs with barely a space between then, and yet it feels exactly like it should. Comfortable, the morning sunlight warm against skin as Kate shifts herself a little in Ignis' lap before there's a slow, almost experimental roll of her hips; movement gradual and languid, adjusting to the sensation of sparks all too intense with deep inhales as she rests her forehead against his.

Yes, much better. Much better when she can curl fingers into sandy hair and pull him into a kiss as her breathing evens out and her movement begins to speed up, hips lifting off his lap just a little as it does. )

i'm seeing nothing but fluff here

[claritatis]

Hmm...

[He's seen it before - that look in her eyes that means she's uncomfortable with being on her back. It's rare he'll fight it, and he doesn't think to fight it now.

His hands slide down her back and grip her buttocks while she moves, and a soft hiss of pleasure catches between his teeth in a moment when their lips part. He doesn't let her go far, each time leaning up to chase, to catch her lips again while she moves against him.]

The fluffiest

[dedikated]

( How could he think to fight it, when she's clearly so comfortable here, moving like this? Moans slip past her lips between each kiss, groans and uninhibited murmurs of his name as though he's the only thing she believes in. Her teeth catch his lower lip and pinch, nose brushing against his when she pulls back to catch her breath and shift hands from hair to chest.

Nails graze lightly against lines of muscle and her thighs squeeze his, hips slowing their movement once again; slow, barely-there movement teasing while her lips find his jawline and sink to his neck, trailing kisses down to his shoulder. )

fluffy as kittens

[claritatis]

[She's more vocal than he is, here, save for when her teeth dig against his neck. They discovered early the kinds of reactions that would draw, and his fingernails dig into her skin as a short, sharp groan sounds in the back of his throat.]

... That's cheating, Katie. [He murmurs warmly against her ear while her lips brush over his shoulder, finding the mark of another bite left the night before. Always below the collar, he'd said, but she occasionally breaches that request.

One hand stays on her backside while the other slides over the line of her hip and thigh, squeezing lightly against it. The morning could easily pass like this, with the rest of the world put entirely out of mind. All that matters is her and what's between them now.]

they're always fluffy tbf

[dedikated]

... Is it?

( Yes, yes it is. But, as far as she can see, it's no more unfair than the movements of his hands, fingernails digging into skin and fingertips warm against her thigh. They both know just the right ways to draw noise from the other, and if it happens to be the press of teeth against his collarbone - not hard enough to leave a lasting mark - as she slowly grinds on him, then so be it.

There's still enough time to indulge, to make this worth the sheer amount of time spent teasing and waiting, even if the muscles of her thighs tremble when she moves and her nails rake up his sides when things get just a little too close. )

God—

yeppppp

[claritatis]

[Ignis' breathing shakes, quiet sounds escaping at each graze of teeth, each slow press of her hips to his while he rocks up to meet her. He kisses her jaw, the corner of her mouth, anything he can easily reach with light but warm brushes of his lips.

He watches her face as he slides the pad of his thumb over her clit, circling around it, wresting that control from her as much as she's eager to claim it. Heat curls in the pit of his stomach, tightening in a fluttering of muscles across his abdomen and he bites his lip in an almost entirely vain effort to focus.

Speaking of cheating...]

[dedikated]

Fuck.

( 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. )

[claritatis]

[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.]

[dedikated]

( 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. )

...How're your legs?

( Of all the things to say, really. )

[claritatis]

[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.]

[dedikated]

( 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. )

[claritatis]

[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.]

Ladies first.

[dedikated]

( Ignis wouldn't be himself without that poise, would he, now? Kate pauses, her hand on a towel before she tilts her head towards him. )

C'mon.

( They may as well save water. Not that it really saves water. But still. )

[claritatis]

[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.]

It would be my pleasure.

[dedikated]

( 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. )