[A hand at her thigh holds her leg up around him for one more breathless, trembling moment when she captures his lips in that fierce kiss. He digs his nails lightly against her skin and plants another, softer kiss to her mouth when she releases him, followed by another.
Ignis kisses her jaw, the curve of her throat, then - so softly - the top of her collarbone before he finally shifts away from her. But not too far. He never goes far, always letting her make the first move to leave and clean up if she feels the need to. Exertion has left him slightly flushed, and the movements of her fingers easily took his hair down from its usual style to leave it falling loose over his forehead.
He loves her. There's no other word for it but love, and he smiles to himself as he kisses her lightly once again.]
( Despite the thin film of sweat that coats her skin, sticking hair to her face and arms, Kate doesn't make the slightest movement to clean up, not yet. Not when bliss still lingers and she can't wipe the traces of a smile from her lips.
She isn't unhappy back home, there's friends and a reason to wake up in the morning, things to do and the promise that home will be better now that some form of peace has been declared, but it's been a long time since Kate can remember feeling this... content. Where the curve of her lips is automatic and impossible to stop and the idea of lazing about in bed sounds more appealing than doing much of anything. )
You staying?
( Here, with her, or does he need to make his way back to his own place for the night? )
[He had no immediate thoughts on leaving, one way or another. How could he even think of it, when warm satisfaction is sinking into every muscle and he can't help but feel so very much like he belongs right where he is?
It isn't a question, and he requires no answer as he finds one of her hands, taking it in his and lifting it to his lips.]
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Ignis kisses her jaw, the curve of her throat, then - so softly - the top of her collarbone before he finally shifts away from her. But not too far. He never goes far, always letting her make the first move to leave and clean up if she feels the need to. Exertion has left him slightly flushed, and the movements of her fingers easily took his hair down from its usual style to leave it falling loose over his forehead.
He loves her. There's no other word for it but love, and he smiles to himself as he kisses her lightly once again.]
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She isn't unhappy back home, there's friends and a reason to wake up in the morning, things to do and the promise that home will be better now that some form of peace has been declared, but it's been a long time since Kate can remember feeling this... content. Where the curve of her lips is automatic and impossible to stop and the idea of lazing about in bed sounds more appealing than doing much of anything. )
You staying?
( Here, with her, or does he need to make his way back to his own place for the night? )
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[He had no immediate thoughts on leaving, one way or another. How could he even think of it, when warm satisfaction is sinking into every muscle and he can't help but feel so very much like he belongs right where he is?
It isn't a question, and he requires no answer as he finds one of her hands, taking it in his and lifting it to his lips.]
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( They can spend some time like this for now, her hand slipping out of his grasp and finding the side of his face, curling around his jaw lightly.
Soon enough she'll move to shower, but for now she's content, warm feelings fluttering indescribably through her chest. )