( 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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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. )