( 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.
( Worth it, she thinks, the quietest huff of laughter escaping her lips and being swallowed up by the kiss. It's a good morning, and Kate returns the kiss before checking her phone for the time, a groan as she realises how far through the morning they've already got. )
Guess we should get up.
( No personal facts today, Ignis. Maybe next time. )
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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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Guess we should get up.
( No personal facts today, Ignis. Maybe next time. )