( They aren't in any particular hurry, and - if she's honest - Kate quite likes their early morning relaxing in bed, perhaps even more than her well-established routine of watching the sunrise and working out.
She never knew such a thing would be possible, but he's been good at surprising her. )
You're staring.
( A. pointing out the obvious, and B. implying she isn't. )
[Ignis murmurs it quietly, rarely more open with his affection than when he's just woken up. His fingers splay loose across her stomach, thumb stroking against warm skin, and he can't help the small smile that settles on his face.]
I'm finding the current view more than worthy of my undivided attention.
( And she's rarely more open with her reactions than when they're alone together, expression flickering pleasantly at his attentions before a finger trails across his jaw lightly. )
Modesty has always been one of your more attractive qualities. [He tells her lightly, moving quickly to grip her hand in his before pressing a kiss to the back of it.]
( Incredibly so. Kate laughs, a brief and unburdened sound in the quiet room, a noise reserved purely for the times there's no one but the two of them. Her fingers press against his chest, gently urging him back so she can sit up on the bed. )
Good to have normal daylight hours.
( As much as Kate enjoys the heat, she agrees anyway. It's good to wake up without feeling smothered and sweaty, and for the temperatures after sunset not to be such a sudden plummet from the day. But more than that, she's glad to have actual hours of darkness and light, to no longer be waking up when the sun is already streaking across the sky.
Not that they can really see the sun with all the constant overcast weather, but she's used to that. )
[As she laughs, he smiles. It's only when it's just the two of them together that she's so at ease, and he can't say he's not just the slightest bit proud of that fact. He shifts, moving with the press of her hand, and sits up with her.]
I'd started to forget what it was like to sleep in the dark. [He tells her, stretching just slightly and pushing one hand through his hair.]
And though I most assuredly did not miss the rain, it's preferable to the heat. At least one can make a choice to be soaked to the skin in these conditions.
( That definitely makes sleeping easier, for what little she gets. Kate shifts, pressing the soles of her feet together and pulling them in towards her, a pleasant stretch passing down her legs as she leans forward until her hands curl into the duvet. )
What weather d'you want?
( Not the rain (not that she blames him), or the heat... tell her you don't want to be frozen to the bone, Ignis. )
[He smiles slightly in response to her laugh, a slight lean of his body towards her chasing the kiss as her lips leave his. It's such an easy, simple thing to want to be near to her, especially at times like these.]
( The things that need doing haven't left her mind, but there's nothing that so desperately aches for her to get up and work right now, and it's so easy to leave behind the urge to be all work all the time when he smiles like that, when his lips chase hers. )
[It's an odd thing, that the two of them aren't thinking immediately of getting up and going about their days, but Ignis isn't of a mind to think too hard about it. He catches her arm to pull her gently back in, kissing her again.]
I think that Hadriel can spare us a few moments to ourselves, don't you?
( Maybe it's odd, or maybe it's a shift in priorities that they've both needed for a whole lot longer than either would admit. She doesn't fight the movement back in, or the kiss, hands curling around his thighs as she leans in, pressing her forehead against his when their lips part. )
[They're close, and that's good for the moment. Now and then, he does wake up with this being the only thing he feels like he needs to be doing, but it's rarer still that he indulges in it.
So, he tips her gently back onto the bed, sliding a hand down her side.]
( There's enough time in her mornings to watch the sunrise and work out without being late or rushed, and missing out on those things no longer feels like a loss when the trade is a morning spent easily together, with lazy kisses and gentle, wandering hands.
Legs unwind themselves as she falls back against the bed and Kate doesn't need to take her eyes off his for even a moment to find his waist with her fingers and pull him forward until his weight spills comfortably on top of her.
It's a good start, yes. )
Winging it?
( Yeah, the day outside this room certainly doesn't need them to hurry. )
[Or two. Mornings spent like this never feel wasted. He presses a few lazy, unhurried kisses to her lips, lingering against them, then shifts slowly down to her jaw line, her neck, down the centre of her ribs. Every brush of his lips is like a promise for another, and as he reaches her stomach and the span of soft skin between her hips, he glances up at her.
( There's value to winging it. To going with instinct and what feels right. She shifts slightly with each kiss, her body arching to meet his lips every time, squirming under the ones which are pressed to sensitive nerves, head lolling back against the pillow as her eyes slide shut.
Fingers find their way into his hair without needing to look, gliding over his shoulder and up his neck until they curl into soft strands, and it's only when the kisses stop and she feels his head move under her hand that Kate opens her eyes and looks down. )
[He doesn't answer her. Not with words, in any rate, but with a subtle smile at the corners of his mouth that sinks into a kiss at her thigh, a nip at soft skin. His thumbs smooth over the raised lines of her hip bones as he begins to tease her in gentle earnest.
It is not the first time. This is a dance he knows well by now, though he does sometimes change the sequence of the steps.
There's value to winging it. The value here will come in the noises she makes as his mouth touches everything except where she'll most want it.]
( A chill passes over the softest parts of her thigh from the trail his lips leave, the softest shiver trailing down her hips and legs at the gentle touches, the hitch of her breath subtle but there. Her hand leaves his hair and finds the fabric of the pillow instead, fingers curling into cotton when she stretches.
The time they have is more than enough for this, true, but there's certain things more important than time. Like pride. And that dictates that she couldn't possibly give up noises so quickly, that she can't be teased by something as simple as a few kisses. But the tension in her body changes slightly, muscles tightening with each gentle kiss, her breath coming in sharp, deep gasps. )
[His eyes flick up to find hers again. The sounds he wants to hear from her aren't necessary to read her reactions - the tension in her body and the shift in her breathing - and he smiles into a warm kiss placed against the softest skin of her inner thigh.
Ignis can be so very patient with this, but he doesn't keep her waiting long. The first touch of the tip of his tongue around the edge of her clit is slow, mindful of overwhelming her with too much at once, but the attention doesn't stop.]
( The exhale almost, almost sounds like an ah-- as his tongue teases between her thighs and her hips move slowly towards him, lifting from the mattress the tiniest fraction. Her hands shift restlessly, fingers unwinding from the pillowcase and tightening into it once more before they leave it alone entirely and smooth down her stomach instead.
Knots twist in her gut that have nothing to do with the too-delicate touches of his mouth, ones mirrored in the pressure in her chest, pressing out from her heart to her ribs, filling every empty space in her when she looks down and the restless movement of her hands finds a space that's calm in seeking out his, threading fingers together when she bites her lip and holds back a noise of pleasure. )
[He loves being able to get her like this. However it happens, having her sharp edges soften and her hands reaching to grasp onto his sets a warmth curling in his chest. His fingers squeeze against hers in return, one hand holding hers while the other curls around her thigh to hold her steady.
Ignis has learned to be creative with this, to take it slow in the beginning, to listen to the noises she makes to work out what she might like more on any given day. Everything that provokes a sound is noted, returned to, lips and tongue working against every sensitive spot from her perineum to the hood of her clit.
His only interest right now is her pleasure... and his satisfaction at being the one to cause it. That holding back really has to stop.]
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Not yet? Fair enough. He's happy to stay here and watch her work through the process of waking.]
Mm, alright.
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She never knew such a thing would be possible, but he's been good at surprising her. )
You're staring.
( A. pointing out the obvious, and B. implying she isn't. )
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[Ignis murmurs it quietly, rarely more open with his affection than when he's just woken up. His fingers splay loose across her stomach, thumb stroking against warm skin, and he can't help the small smile that settles on his face.]
I'm finding the current view more than worthy of my undivided attention.
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S'pose I can't blame you.
( She is pretty hot, after all. )
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It's good to be away from that heat.
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Good to have normal daylight hours.
( As much as Kate enjoys the heat, she agrees anyway. It's good to wake up without feeling smothered and sweaty, and for the temperatures after sunset not to be such a sudden plummet from the day. But more than that, she's glad to have actual hours of darkness and light, to no longer be waking up when the sun is already streaking across the sky.
Not that they can really see the sun with all the constant overcast weather, but she's used to that. )
Forgot it could rain this much.
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I'd started to forget what it was like to sleep in the dark. [He tells her, stretching just slightly and pushing one hand through his hair.]
And though I most assuredly did not miss the rain, it's preferable to the heat. At least one can make a choice to be soaked to the skin in these conditions.
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What weather d'you want?
( Not the rain (not that she blames him), or the heat... tell her you don't want to be frozen to the bone, Ignis. )
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This place is acceptable enough, when it stops raining.
[Ignis doesn't ask for much. A little sun, a slight breeze, and not being frozen, soaked, or roasted to death. Is it really too much to ask?]
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Don't you "demand perfection"?
( Wow Kate, reach back more why don't you? )
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Expecting 'perfection' from the weather at all times is an exercise in futility. [Ignis shoots back, shaking his head.
Reach much further and you might hurt yourself, Kate.]
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But, if he must know, she's too flexible to hurt herself on a simple reach. )
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Are you needed somewhere this morning?
[Say no.]
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( The things that need doing haven't left her mind, but there's nothing that so desperately aches for her to get up and work right now, and it's so easy to leave behind the urge to be all work all the time when he smiles like that, when his lips chase hers. )
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[It's an odd thing, that the two of them aren't thinking immediately of getting up and going about their days, but Ignis isn't of a mind to think too hard about it. He catches her arm to pull her gently back in, kissing her again.]
I think that Hadriel can spare us a few moments to ourselves, don't you?
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What you got in mind?
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[They're close, and that's good for the moment. Now and then, he does wake up with this being the only thing he feels like he needs to be doing, but it's rarer still that he indulges in it.
So, he tips her gently back onto the bed, sliding a hand down her side.]
Don't you think?
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Legs unwind themselves as she falls back against the bed and Kate doesn't need to take her eyes off his for even a moment to find his waist with her fingers and pull him forward until his weight spills comfortably on top of her.
It's a good start, yes. )
Winging it?
( Yeah, the day outside this room certainly doesn't need them to hurry. )
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[Or two. Mornings spent like this never feel wasted. He presses a few lazy, unhurried kisses to her lips, lingering against them, then shifts slowly down to her jaw line, her neck, down the centre of her ribs. Every brush of his lips is like a promise for another, and as he reaches her stomach and the span of soft skin between her hips, he glances up at her.
How do you like it so far, Kate?]
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Fingers find their way into his hair without needing to look, gliding over his shoulder and up his neck until they curl into soft strands, and it's only when the kisses stop and she feels his head move under her hand that Kate opens her eyes and looks down. )
Yeah?
( What's with the break here? )
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It is not the first time. This is a dance he knows well by now, though he does sometimes change the sequence of the steps.
There's value to winging it. The value here will come in the noises she makes as his mouth touches everything except where she'll most want it.]
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The time they have is more than enough for this, true, but there's certain things more important than time. Like pride. And that dictates that she couldn't possibly give up noises so quickly, that she can't be teased by something as simple as a few kisses. But the tension in her body changes slightly, muscles tightening with each gentle kiss, her breath coming in sharp, deep gasps. )
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Ignis can be so very patient with this, but he doesn't keep her waiting long. The first touch of the tip of his tongue around the edge of her clit is slow, mindful of overwhelming her with too much at once, but the attention doesn't stop.]
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Knots twist in her gut that have nothing to do with the too-delicate touches of his mouth, ones mirrored in the pressure in her chest, pressing out from her heart to her ribs, filling every empty space in her when she looks down and the restless movement of her hands finds a space that's calm in seeking out his, threading fingers together when she bites her lip and holds back a noise of pleasure. )
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Ignis has learned to be creative with this, to take it slow in the beginning, to listen to the noises she makes to work out what she might like more on any given day. Everything that provokes a sound is noted, returned to, lips and tongue working against every sensitive spot from her perineum to the hood of her clit.
His only interest right now is her pleasure... and his satisfaction at being the one to cause it. That holding back really has to stop.]
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