[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.]
( His tongue catches just the right part, the right nerve, as his hand curls into her thigh, and he's rewarded with a wordless groan that rolls from the back of her throat and the arch of her back. Kate's eyes slide closed, her teeth closing around a knuckle to muffle any other noises that threaten to spill forth.
She could stop holding back, but where would the fun be in that? She wants him to work for it; her only cues the hitching of her hips, the trembling of her thighs and her way her hand tightens around his. The noises which work their way around her tense jaw and hand are muffled, breathy and tight all at the same time. Not quite as loud as they could be, but there nevertheless. )
[That's what he wants. That sound that leaves her and curls into the pit of his stomach like a live thing, sending a faint flush of pleasure through him. He moves against that same spot again, still light and gentle in the movements of his tongue against her, but as her trembling grows and the hitching motions of her hips become more frequent he only increases the intensity of his attentions.
This is never an easy thing and never over with quickly, but why would he want it to be? Why would he want it to be, when he can take his time with every inch of her, pausing to softly kiss and suck the hood of her clit when his jaw starts to ache.
He teases at her with the tips of his fingers, not pushing them inside but rubbing lightly, as if asking permission.]
( Being still has never been an easy task for Kate, and that holds true now more than ever with every moment of teasing that passes until she eventually has to wrench her teeth from her knuckles and sharply pull in a lungful of air to keep her legs steady.
Her hand finds its way back to his hair, curling tighter than before as his hesitating fingers draw a clear groan of frustration from her, as though Kate almost expects him to stretch this out until she has to do something revolting like beg. )
Ignis...
( It rolls from her throat in a way that's meant to be a growl but got lost on the way, tangled in the pleasure thrumming through her body and ending on a moan, a whisper of a plea against the very edges of his name.
[He considers it, truly, but what he has laid out before him is far too tantalising for him to want to waste time on pressing her into begging. His name falling from her lips sends a buzz of pleasure through his body, and he doesn't make her wait.
Two fingers slide in, pumping steadily in and out as he doubles down on his attention directly to her clit. She's getting closer, he can feel it in the tremble of her thighs and the way she bucks her hips against his mouth.
It's intoxicating to have her like this, knowing he's the one driving her to squirm and moan out his name.]
( Okay, she gives. She doesn't have it in her to continue being restrained for the sake of messing with him, and each press of his fingers, each flick of his tongue and touch of his lips is met with unrestrained gasps and moans, the stretch of her body and roll of her hips. )
Fuck...
( She groans out the curse as his fingers slide against just the right spot, as twitching thighs press against the sides of his head when the constant pleasure nearly gets to be too much.
She is so glad he's a quick study, fucking hell. )
[He pushes her to it without any hesitation or teasing; towards the edge and over. His fingers press deep inside to put pressure on the right spot, his mouth laving attention over the parts of her that make her moan and cry out.
There's no playing here, and gods, there's no chance of him moving from her with her thighs locked around his head like that.
It's only when she's finally relaxing that he moves, slowly sliding his fingers free and dropping a kiss to her stomach.]
( Good. She doesn't want him to move, not until the last waves of pleasure have given way to pure, unadulterated sensitivity, and only then does Kate squirm her way out of his grasp, legs curling into herself before they slowly stretch out over the mattress and her hands reach out to find his hair, his shoulders, his jaw, tracing the shape of it slowly.
She doesn't say anything, simply letting her breath and heartbeat even out in the silence. )
[Ignis hums in soft, quiet contentment at her satisfaction, shifting up along her side as she stretches out and skimming his palm along the curve of her hip. A lot of things come to mind at times like this. How stunning she is. How lucky he is. How much he loves her and how he'd say it over and over even if he never heard it back.
She doesn't need to say it. He knows.
He catches one of her hands against his jaw and turns his head to press a kiss against her palm.]
( There's that look again, the one which makes her stomach flip strangely, but she's too relaxed, too satisfied to let it bother her, a lazy curl to her lips as he splays out next to her and catches her hand to press a kiss to it.
It's a short beat before that hand slips under his neck so that she can lean in and brush her lips against his. )
Can't complain.
( Understatement.
Do they have to get up yet? He's a very compelling argument to lie in. )
[He leans in, giving her another light kiss. Not for the first time, he wonders at how someone he had known less than a year could become so important to him that they could shrink the world down to only themselves.]
I'm still willing to make breakfast, if you're hungry. [Ignis murmurs, lowering his head to press a kiss to her shoulder.] Or... we could stay here a little longer. What do you think?
( It's a hell of a question. She wonders how much of it is Hadriel's effects, sometimes. Whether the ease with which she's fallen into this, into him, is because of the gods and their manipulative attempts at grabbing energy.
But for now, thoughts like that can be placed to one side in favour of the present. )
['Tell me something', she says, and he chuckles. He knows the various conditions that often come attached to that kind of question. The 'something' must have nothing to do with Noctis, and must always be simply to do with him.]
'Something'. [He echoes with a smile, one fingertip tracing idle patterns over her ribs.]
( Yeah, that kind of something. The one that talks of the person he was before Hadriel, the things which happened back on Eos that meant he'd be the kind of person she'd invite into her bed without wanting them to leave immediately afterwards.
The kind of person who makes this feel worth it. )
Usual limits.
( And, if he's lucky, she might just make it a one for one trade. )
Hmm... [He presses a kiss to her forehead while he thinks, lingering against her hairline gently. When his mind lands on something, he shifts back with a small smile and settles down beside her.]
I always wanted to own a motorcycle. I'm afraid I never got around to it.
[There were other concerns, and then... Insomnia was just a smoking ruin.]
( She doesn't ask why, because she's heard enough of the story there to fill in the blanks, but Kate does narrow her eyes, just a little, as though imagining him on a motorcycle. Something sleeker than the ones they rode through the desert. )
It'd mess up your hair.
( Yes, yes she did punctuate that with a gentle hand ruffling his hair.
But there is one way to get that motorcycle. If a person is willing... )
Mess up my-- [The ruffling into his already sleep-mussed hair gets a ducking of his head and a quiet 'hey...' of protest that isn't really a protest at all. He makes a face at her, then smiles and shifts forwards to lightly kiss her again.
Perhaps it's telling that he doesn't immediately move to fix whatever mess she just made.]
It would, but I'd consider it a sacrifice worth making.
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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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She could stop holding back, but where would the fun be in that? She wants him to work for it; her only cues the hitching of her hips, the trembling of her thighs and her way her hand tightens around his. The noises which work their way around her tense jaw and hand are muffled, breathy and tight all at the same time. Not quite as loud as they could be, but there nevertheless. )
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This is never an easy thing and never over with quickly, but why would he want it to be? Why would he want it to be, when he can take his time with every inch of her, pausing to softly kiss and suck the hood of her clit when his jaw starts to ache.
He teases at her with the tips of his fingers, not pushing them inside but rubbing lightly, as if asking permission.]
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Her hand finds its way back to his hair, curling tighter than before as his hesitating fingers draw a clear groan of frustration from her, as though Kate almost expects him to stretch this out until she has to do something revolting like beg. )
Ignis...
( It rolls from her throat in a way that's meant to be a growl but got lost on the way, tangled in the pleasure thrumming through her body and ending on a moan, a whisper of a plea against the very edges of his name.
Please don't keep her waiting. )
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Two fingers slide in, pumping steadily in and out as he doubles down on his attention directly to her clit. She's getting closer, he can feel it in the tremble of her thighs and the way she bucks her hips against his mouth.
It's intoxicating to have her like this, knowing he's the one driving her to squirm and moan out his name.]
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( Okay, she gives. She doesn't have it in her to continue being restrained for the sake of messing with him, and each press of his fingers, each flick of his tongue and touch of his lips is met with unrestrained gasps and moans, the stretch of her body and roll of her hips. )
Fuck...
( She groans out the curse as his fingers slide against just the right spot, as twitching thighs press against the sides of his head when the constant pleasure nearly gets to be too much.
She is so glad he's a quick study, fucking hell. )
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There's no playing here, and gods, there's no chance of him moving from her with her thighs locked around his head like that.
It's only when she's finally relaxing that he moves, slowly sliding his fingers free and dropping a kiss to her stomach.]
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She doesn't say anything, simply letting her breath and heartbeat even out in the silence. )
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She doesn't need to say it. He knows.
He catches one of her hands against his jaw and turns his head to press a kiss against her palm.]
I think... that was a fine use of our time.
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It's a short beat before that hand slips under his neck so that she can lean in and brush her lips against his. )
Can't complain.
( Understatement.
Do they have to get up yet? He's a very compelling argument to lie in. )
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I'm still willing to make breakfast, if you're hungry. [Ignis murmurs, lowering his head to press a kiss to her shoulder.] Or... we could stay here a little longer. What do you think?
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But for now, thoughts like that can be placed to one side in favour of the present. )
Tell me something.
( She's in no hurry to eat. )
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'Something'. [He echoes with a smile, one fingertip tracing idle patterns over her ribs.]
What kind of something?
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The kind of person who makes this feel worth it. )
Usual limits.
( And, if he's lucky, she might just make it a one for one trade. )
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I always wanted to own a motorcycle. I'm afraid I never got around to it.
[There were other concerns, and then... Insomnia was just a smoking ruin.]
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It'd mess up your hair.
( Yes, yes she did punctuate that with a gentle hand ruffling his hair.
But there is one way to get that motorcycle. If a person is willing... )
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Perhaps it's telling that he doesn't immediately move to fix whatever mess she just made.]
It would, but I'd consider it a sacrifice worth making.
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