[Don't think much? Ignis would have a few things to say about that, in all honesty, but in the interests of not derailing a conversation which had felt on shaky ground until a few moments ago he keeps said things to himself.
She kisses him and he leans gently into it, one arm around her and the other hand brushing a loose wisp of hair back behind her ear. When she speaks, he smiles.]
See where things go.
[He takes her hand, moving a few steps into the apartment. No reason to leave her to take all the initiative.]
( Never at all that was everyone else's job. But for the moment it feels like it doesn't matter. The kisses, which don't stop for such a thing as moving , seem like a far more important use of her time.
Lips parting as her fingers curl tighter around his, her other hand still on his shirt for her own balance when she's walking backwards, stretching to reach his lips.
There's more than enough places for them to go in her small apartment, really. )
[He uses that willingness - no, that apparent need - to kiss him to take them both further into the apartment. His fingers clasp around the ones curled into his shirt, steps never too long to allow too much distance between them, and when he sits on the couch he pulls her gently into his lap.
There's the smallest hint of uncertainty around the edges of his smile as he looks up at her then, his fingertips drumming gently against the sides of her thighs.
( Here is certainly good, her thighs brushing his as she kneels against the couch, straddling his lap and using his shoulders to balance herself. A brief pause between kisses, long enough to get adjusted and thread her fingers through his hair before leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, swiftly drawing a path to his jawline and earlobe with the barest graze of teeth.
No bondage tonight, and with the condoms among the casualties of the clinic, no sex for a while. But there are plenty of other ways to have fun, and this is the first night she's had to explore Ignis' body and figure out what makes him tick.
[As well as Ignis' hair stays up in the style he chooses, it falls easily under her fingers as they push through it. Her lips trail from his mouth, along his jaw, and he tips his head slightly to give her better access to the top of his jawline.
A soft sound escapes him - a swiftly indrawn breath - followed by something like the quietest of chuckles held in the back of his throat. His hands slide up the curve of her hips to her waist, fingers spreading across the small of her back to give him enough leverage to pull her closer.]
( Not yet, though the softest gasp can be felt against the shell of his ear as he pulls her closer, Kate's hands smoothing a path from his hair to the back of his neck, across his shoulders, thumbs pressing slow circles into each.
Each brush of her lips are slow, gentle things, like the whisper of strands of hair against skin. Such bare, subtle touches that they'd almost seem shy were it not for the way her hands continue to travel from shoulders to chest, finding the buttons of his shirt, or the slow rock of her hips against his, seeking out friction and something more. )
[He tries to keep his breathing even but it shakes as her attentions continue, each inhale and exhale alike holding a soft quiver to them as he does nothing at all to keep her from unbuttoning his shirt.
Unsure, at first, of what to do with his hands they stay on her hips for a little while before moving up to the warm skin beneath her top. He traces the line of her ribs down, then back up again, not so much shy as wholly exploratory. His glasses, previously hooked into his shirt, fall into his lap as the buttons are undone and he tosses them gently aside without ceremony, hearing them drop somewhere in the corner of the couch.
The most distracting aspect of the whole thing - more so than the lips on his jaw and neck and the fingers tripping over his chest - is the slow movement of her hips. It's almost maddening, and when he next draws her in to a kiss the gesture is firm, demanding, his fingers threading into her hair.]
( His hands elicit their own responses, her breath heavy against his skin as they trail along her back, pushing fabric out of the way. But the kisses don't stop until his glasses fall and Kate pulls back with a soft noise caught somewhere between laughter and surprise.
She probably should have remembered that would happen.
But there's no reason to stop, fingers tracing the lines of his bare chest, nails a light graze against skin before he pulls her into a kiss that almost seems to be a reaction to the way her hips grind down on him.
Ah.
A smile flickers across her lips as the pieces fall into place and Kate's fingernails dig into soft skin as she's pulled flush against him, the sensation of impatience, of a racing heart and heat flooding her body leading to her arms wrapping tight around his shoulders a moment later. Lips and teeth catch Ignis' lower lip for a brief moment, tugging slightly, the shift of her hips far less slow now. )
[Goosebumps rise in the wake of her fingers, a more pronounced shiver running through his body as her nails dig against his skin. He lets out a soft sound, a breathless 'ah--' in the moment before her lips meet his again, pressing up to the kiss as he holds her close against him.
One hand curls around the back of her waistband and he grips tightly to force the movement of her hips to slow but deepen, his own shifting up against her.
Everything has focused down to his heartbeat thudding against the inside of his chest, each unsteady breath between presses of lips and the warmth running from every point of contact of her skin on his own. When he pulls his head back from her it's with no small measure of reluctance and a soft gasp for air, a restless fire in his eyes when he looks at her.]
Y.. you are going to drive me insane.
[It comes out weaker than he'd like. His composure is entirely gone, and it's all because of her.]
( It's been all too long since Kate's been kissed or held like this, and longer still since she felt the heart-fluttering warmth and the need to be this close to another person, until fingers clutch at shoulders and each roll of hips drawing out quiet hisses and low groans. Fuck—
Patience can be forgotten for the moment, cast aside in favour of the shivers rolling down her spine and the remnants of a wash of relief that Kate hasn't had the time to properly consider. That they made it, alive and mostly unharmed. That they're finally out of the cave. It could have been so much worse, but here they are.
He pulls away to breathe and Kate takes in a breath of her own as her arms unwind from around him, hands finding the hem of her top and, in one swift movement, tugging it off and tossing it behind her. )
Just getting started.
( Her voice comes out in a breath, spoken against his lips before she captures them in a hard kiss, her fingers curled tight in the ends of his hair. )
[The softest single syllable of a laugh escapes from his lips before hers meet them again, a tingle running across his scalp from the grip in his hair, a heat everywhere else that feels like it's radiating from both of them all at once. He barely breaks from the kissing while he works himself out of his shirt, letting it fall behind him.]
I hoped you might say that...
[Ignis murmurs, kisses peppered between the words. He pulls her close again, closing the distance that had been created by them getting out of their clothes, fingernails digging lightly into her back and dragging slowly across her skin.
( A muffled groan melts against his mouth when fingernails skirt along bare, scarred skin, words forgotten in favour of shallow breaths and the continued movement of her hips down against him. Hands find their place against his sides, skimming across ribs as Kate's lips drag themselves away from Ignis', kisses that barely take her lips from his skin making a path from his lips back to his neck.
A brief graze of teeth against the curve of his jaw, the curious trail of fingertips from ribs to the lines of his chest, brushing a thumb against a nipple experimentally. It's a start, a learning curve for both of them, obvious in the way each touch seems to seek out a reaction of some kind. A gasp or a shudder, little signs of what makes him tick. )
[The scratching of nails gives way to lighter, curious wanderings of fingertips as he comes across first one scar and then another, and he doesn't hesitate in exploring each one that he comes across. His head tips to allow her an easier path down across his throat, a soft and hissing breath drawing in through his teeth at the almost-bite to his jaw, a subtle tell of just which of her 'experiments' he seems to enjoy the most.
His hips shift (though it provides absolutely no relief at all) far too restlessly for any kind of concentration and a line of kisses runs down from the top of her jaw to the curve of her shoulder. One hand grips her thigh, the other sliding up the side of her ribs, almost timid, just for a moment, before cupping to the side of her breast.
Between softly laboured breaths and the sound of skin against skin, the warmth riding each heartbeat, there's really no room for shyness.]
( She has to wonder... Teeth find more flesh, less accidental this time as they nip and tug at his neck for a brief moment before her mouth skirts its way back up past his jawline to his ear, another light bite against the edge where lobe meets cartilage. )
Ah— ( A noise that's laced with amusement is cut off by a brief gasp, whether to the hand clinging to her thigh or the one snaking its way upwards is hard to tell, and Kate rests her forehead against the side of Ignis' head for a moment, stilling just enough that she can trace the tingle of his touch across her bare skin. )
What do you want?
( That amusement hasn't slipped from her tone yet, question a teasing whisper against his ear. )
[He laughs like he can't help it at her question - a soft, rushed exhale shaped into humour as he turns his head just enough to kiss the corner of her mouth.]
What I want, first of all... is to find a position in which I am not being chafed to utter distraction by my trousers. However-- [And he's smiling, wry and amused as he looks at her. The bluntness was obviously intended.]
I have my doubts that you have any intention of going easy on me.
[There's a gentle challenge in his eyes as another kiss presses to her lips.]
( She'll enjoy that kiss for the moment, even as his lips catch the start of a huff of laughter at the comments. But therein lies the rub, so to speak. )
Thought you liked a challenge.
( No, she definitely has no intention of making this easy, even though there's one incredibly simple solution to his trousers that her wandering fingers could take care of. Why do that when you can enjoy this night just a little while longer, comfortably perched in another's lap?
If you wanted to be comfortable, Ignis, all you had to do was wear different trousers. Or none. )
[Why do you think he finds you so attractive, Kate? Amongst many other things... she's a challenge.
He shifts slightly beneath her, and a few more soft, slow kisses find their way to her lips as he curls a hand around the back of her head. The other wanders, giving gentle touches to sensitive scars, and that amusement hasn't quite left his eyes when he looks at her again.]
I find that I enjoy presenting one, as well. [Ignis has handled worse discomfort than this in his life, and he can take a little more for the sake of hearing more of the noises she's been making. He leans back against the couch, a small smile on his lips, his hands on her thighs and fingertips drumming lightly, just for a few moments before he slides them both higher.
Inexperience by no means dulls ingenuity, and he's been paying attention.]
( Really? And here she thought she was being easy. Perhaps not on him, but in other ways. Her hands rest on his shoulders for a moment, pressing into each kiss only slightly, the reprieve from the thudding of her heart and the rush of heat through her veins more than welcome.
Besides, his bragging sparks curiosity, a flutter of uncertainty which feels less unpleasant than most do. So she sits back, eyes following fingers that resume lazy patterns from his shoulders down his chest, and lets his hands trace goosebumps along mostly-bare skin, waiting to see where his ideas will lead. )
[Ignis' ideas manage to surprise him, once he finds the confidence to follow through with them. The remainder of the dark hours give no chill to the room they share in the exchange of words and kisses; in touches that grow swiftly bolder; in the rapid beating of hearts and the unsteady breaths. The young man shows no uncertainty now, if indeed he still has it, when he makes the decision to take Kate to her bed and explore her body and nor when she (in short order) pushes him over onto his back to do the same to him.
He finds the humour in it. She's a woman fond of control and though he puts up a token fight against her urging hands it doesn't last long at all.
The dawn comes again, always sooner than expected, while the two lie sleeping and satisfied, side by side. Ignis, ever a light sleeper, feels a flutter of contact against his wrist and opens his eyes to find slim fingers wrapped loosely around it. He focuses on that grip, just for a moment, then brings his own hand up to cover it.
Kate is a strong woman, and when she shows her small vulnerabilities like this it stings gently at a tender place in his heart opened up just for her. He rubs his thumb against the back of her fingers, then closes his eyes again.]
( It isn't all that often Kate sleeps this deeply, or this long. But then, it isn't all that long since she collapsed from exhaustion. Her body still pulls her under for proper rest once it finds the chance, repairing all the damage done during the invasion in the most tried and true way: simple time. So she lets it. She doesn't really have a choice in the matter.
And she isn't really paying much of any attention to where her hand goes; the unconscious itch of discomfort, of worry, that peeks through a deep sleep a quickly disappearing spike as fingers find skin and rest against it.
By the time she wakes up, the first sun is high in the sky and god only knows what time it is, or if the clock on their phones is even correct any more. Slowly, she pulls herself from pillows and blinks until her eyes see things clearly again. )
... Morning.
( And she'll be taking her hand back now, using it to rub the last remnants of sleep from her eyes as she sits up. )
[He doesn't remember intending to go back to sleep, but time is hard to measure when the night only lasts a few hours and you can't be sure if the only clock you have access to is correct. When she stirs he does too, alert from the moment he opens his eyes, and the momentary surprise at finding himself in an unfamiliar room with someone sharing the bed barely lasts a fraction of a second before he smiles and sits up as well.]
Good morning. [The greeting comes out soft, and he pushes one hand through his hair as he stifles a small yawn. It falls back across his face immediately, and he brushes it out of his eyes to look at her.
Even without his glasses he can still see that she's stunning.]
( She might have had some idea if she'd looked at the time before bed, but she was otherwise preoccupied with catching her breath and all the sounds he'd been making moments prior. Kate shrugs, pushing herself out of bed and stretching. )
Ask if you want coffee, but —
( Well. There's not exactly anything to make coffee with, at the moment. )
[As it turns out, he's fairly vocal, if still quiet, and neither of those things had come of any particular surprise to him. He watches her get out of bed, following her movements with the smallest of smiles on his face - that same one Henry had so ably noticed, the one he can't quite keep from happening.
She mentions coffee and he can't help but laugh.]
I appreciate the thought.
[What he wouldn't do for a good cup of Ebony. He shifts out of bed and goes hunting about the room for his clothes.]
We should do this again. [He tells her, finding one sock and looking around in puzzled amusement for the other.] And preferably soon, I'd suggest. Or thinking about it is going to become a terrible distraction-- ah. [The other sock.] There you are.
( It's a good thing. She certainly doesn't mind the way it makes things clear, or the fact that he quite neatly unwinds under the right sort of touching and kissing.
As for Kate, she seems quite content as is, shorts still discarded on the floor as she grabs a towel that's been hung over the edge of the bed. )
... Were the plan.
( Sorry, Ignis, she's biting the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing at that response. )
[As she suppresses the urge to laugh he catches her eye and smiles, easily and warmly.]
I suppose it did go without saying.
[With his underwear and trousers retrieved and pulled back on (his shirt is still on the couch, he remembers, and his glasses too) he moves to her and drops a quick, so very casual kiss against the side of her head.]
Longing for coffee aside, I'll happily settle for water that doesn't make me act strangely.
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She kisses him and he leans gently into it, one arm around her and the other hand brushing a loose wisp of hair back behind her ear. When she speaks, he smiles.]
See where things go.
[He takes her hand, moving a few steps into the apartment. No reason to leave her to take all the initiative.]
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Lips parting as her fingers curl tighter around his, her other hand still on his shirt for her own balance when she's walking backwards, stretching to reach his lips.
There's more than enough places for them to go in her small apartment, really. )
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There's the smallest hint of uncertainty around the edges of his smile as he looks up at her then, his fingertips drumming gently against the sides of her thighs.
Here's good, for a start.]
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No bondage tonight, and with the condoms among the casualties of the clinic, no sex for a while. But there are plenty of other ways to have fun, and this is the first night she's had to explore Ignis' body and figure out what makes him tick.
That's plenty of fun. )
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A soft sound escapes him - a swiftly indrawn breath - followed by something like the quietest of chuckles held in the back of his throat. His hands slide up the curve of her hips to her waist, fingers spreading across the small of her back to give him enough leverage to pull her closer.]
... Don't stop.
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( Not yet, though the softest gasp can be felt against the shell of his ear as he pulls her closer, Kate's hands smoothing a path from his hair to the back of his neck, across his shoulders, thumbs pressing slow circles into each.
Each brush of her lips are slow, gentle things, like the whisper of strands of hair against skin. Such bare, subtle touches that they'd almost seem shy were it not for the way her hands continue to travel from shoulders to chest, finding the buttons of his shirt, or the slow rock of her hips against his, seeking out friction and something more. )
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Unsure, at first, of what to do with his hands they stay on her hips for a little while before moving up to the warm skin beneath her top. He traces the line of her ribs down, then back up again, not so much shy as wholly exploratory. His glasses, previously hooked into his shirt, fall into his lap as the buttons are undone and he tosses them gently aside without ceremony, hearing them drop somewhere in the corner of the couch.
The most distracting aspect of the whole thing - more so than the lips on his jaw and neck and the fingers tripping over his chest - is the slow movement of her hips. It's almost maddening, and when he next draws her in to a kiss the gesture is firm, demanding, his fingers threading into her hair.]
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She probably should have remembered that would happen.
But there's no reason to stop, fingers tracing the lines of his bare chest, nails a light graze against skin before he pulls her into a kiss that almost seems to be a reaction to the way her hips grind down on him.
Ah.
A smile flickers across her lips as the pieces fall into place and Kate's fingernails dig into soft skin as she's pulled flush against him, the sensation of impatience, of a racing heart and heat flooding her body leading to her arms wrapping tight around his shoulders a moment later. Lips and teeth catch Ignis' lower lip for a brief moment, tugging slightly, the shift of her hips far less slow now. )
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One hand curls around the back of her waistband and he grips tightly to force the movement of her hips to slow but deepen, his own shifting up against her.
Everything has focused down to his heartbeat thudding against the inside of his chest, each unsteady breath between presses of lips and the warmth running from every point of contact of her skin on his own. When he pulls his head back from her it's with no small measure of reluctance and a soft gasp for air, a restless fire in his eyes when he looks at her.]
Y.. you are going to drive me insane.
[It comes out weaker than he'd like. His composure is entirely gone, and it's all because of her.]
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Patience can be forgotten for the moment, cast aside in favour of the shivers rolling down her spine and the remnants of a wash of relief that Kate hasn't had the time to properly consider. That they made it, alive and mostly unharmed. That they're finally out of the cave. It could have been so much worse, but here they are.
He pulls away to breathe and Kate takes in a breath of her own as her arms unwind from around him, hands finding the hem of her top and, in one swift movement, tugging it off and tossing it behind her. )
Just getting started.
( Her voice comes out in a breath, spoken against his lips before she captures them in a hard kiss, her fingers curled tight in the ends of his hair. )
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I hoped you might say that...
[Ignis murmurs, kisses peppered between the words. He pulls her close again, closing the distance that had been created by them getting out of their clothes, fingernails digging lightly into her back and dragging slowly across her skin.
As it turns out, he's just getting started, too.]
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A brief graze of teeth against the curve of his jaw, the curious trail of fingertips from ribs to the lines of his chest, brushing a thumb against a nipple experimentally. It's a start, a learning curve for both of them, obvious in the way each touch seems to seek out a reaction of some kind. A gasp or a shudder, little signs of what makes him tick. )
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His hips shift (though it provides absolutely no relief at all) far too restlessly for any kind of concentration and a line of kisses runs down from the top of her jaw to the curve of her shoulder. One hand grips her thigh, the other sliding up the side of her ribs, almost timid, just for a moment, before cupping to the side of her breast.
Between softly laboured breaths and the sound of skin against skin, the warmth riding each heartbeat, there's really no room for shyness.]
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Ah— ( A noise that's laced with amusement is cut off by a brief gasp, whether to the hand clinging to her thigh or the one snaking its way upwards is hard to tell, and Kate rests her forehead against the side of Ignis' head for a moment, stilling just enough that she can trace the tingle of his touch across her bare skin. )
What do you want?
( That amusement hasn't slipped from her tone yet, question a teasing whisper against his ear. )
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What I want, first of all... is to find a position in which I am not being chafed to utter distraction by my trousers. However-- [And he's smiling, wry and amused as he looks at her. The bluntness was obviously intended.]
I have my doubts that you have any intention of going easy on me.
[There's a gentle challenge in his eyes as another kiss presses to her lips.]
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Thought you liked a challenge.
( No, she definitely has no intention of making this easy, even though there's one incredibly simple solution to his trousers that her wandering fingers could take care of. Why do that when you can enjoy this night just a little while longer, comfortably perched in another's lap?
If you wanted to be comfortable, Ignis, all you had to do was wear different trousers. Or none. )
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[Why do you think he finds you so attractive, Kate? Amongst many other things... she's a challenge.
He shifts slightly beneath her, and a few more soft, slow kisses find their way to her lips as he curls a hand around the back of her head. The other wanders, giving gentle touches to sensitive scars, and that amusement hasn't quite left his eyes when he looks at her again.]
I find that I enjoy presenting one, as well. [Ignis has handled worse discomfort than this in his life, and he can take a little more for the sake of hearing more of the noises she's been making. He leans back against the couch, a small smile on his lips, his hands on her thighs and fingertips drumming lightly, just for a few moments before he slides them both higher.
Inexperience by no means dulls ingenuity, and he's been paying attention.]
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Besides, his bragging sparks curiosity, a flutter of uncertainty which feels less unpleasant than most do. So she sits back, eyes following fingers that resume lazy patterns from his shoulders down his chest, and lets his hands trace goosebumps along mostly-bare skin, waiting to see where his ideas will lead. )
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He finds the humour in it. She's a woman fond of control and though he puts up a token fight against her urging hands it doesn't last long at all.
The dawn comes again, always sooner than expected, while the two lie sleeping and satisfied, side by side. Ignis, ever a light sleeper, feels a flutter of contact against his wrist and opens his eyes to find slim fingers wrapped loosely around it. He focuses on that grip, just for a moment, then brings his own hand up to cover it.
Kate is a strong woman, and when she shows her small vulnerabilities like this it stings gently at a tender place in his heart opened up just for her. He rubs his thumb against the back of her fingers, then closes his eyes again.]
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And she isn't really paying much of any attention to where her hand goes; the unconscious itch of discomfort, of worry, that peeks through a deep sleep a quickly disappearing spike as fingers find skin and rest against it.
By the time she wakes up, the first sun is high in the sky and god only knows what time it is, or if the clock on their phones is even correct any more. Slowly, she pulls herself from pillows and blinks until her eyes see things clearly again. )
... Morning.
( And she'll be taking her hand back now, using it to rub the last remnants of sleep from her eyes as she sits up. )
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Good morning. [The greeting comes out soft, and he pushes one hand through his hair as he stifles a small yawn. It falls back across his face immediately, and he brushes it out of his eyes to look at her.
Even without his glasses he can still see that she's stunning.]
How long were we asleep?
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( She might have had some idea if she'd looked at the time before bed, but she was otherwise preoccupied with catching her breath and all the sounds he'd been making moments prior. Kate shrugs, pushing herself out of bed and stretching. )
Ask if you want coffee, but —
( Well. There's not exactly anything to make coffee with, at the moment. )
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She mentions coffee and he can't help but laugh.]
I appreciate the thought.
[What he wouldn't do for a good cup of Ebony. He shifts out of bed and goes hunting about the room for his clothes.]
We should do this again. [He tells her, finding one sock and looking around in puzzled amusement for the other.] And preferably soon, I'd suggest. Or thinking about it is going to become a terrible distraction-- ah. [The other sock.] There you are.
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As for Kate, she seems quite content as is, shorts still discarded on the floor as she grabs a towel that's been hung over the edge of the bed. )
... Were the plan.
( Sorry, Ignis, she's biting the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing at that response. )
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I suppose it did go without saying.
[With his underwear and trousers retrieved and pulled back on (his shirt is still on the couch, he remembers, and his glasses too) he moves to her and drops a quick, so very casual kiss against the side of her head.]
Longing for coffee aside, I'll happily settle for water that doesn't make me act strangely.
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