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[claritatis]

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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. )