( She doesn't, but then, what are loved ones for if not for dragging up the past and making it into a running joke? The curve of her lips shifts into a smirk at the defence that's said time and again for no real reason than habit and pride, and her response is preceded by the familiar stretch of her body until their lips meet in a lingering, chaste kiss.
She's been so many places recently, had so little time with anything familiar that the routine jabs and the trail of fingers along bare skin feels like coming home again. )
How many people'd it take to get you over?
( Her voice is low, laced with amusement, even though Kate barely intended to end up here, either. Idle gossip and debating which of the King's friends you'd bang doesn't exactly lend itself to meeting on beaches at sunset, tangled up in each other as the faintest notes of boardwalk musicians busking for change just barely rings out over the rhythm of waves against sand. The hours of talking at the bar, too easily finding a rhythm in conversation and sparks of something more intriguing than simple good looks, however —
It was nothing more than the wrong pun said at the right time that led them here, through all too traditional first dates ("You've got to wear something nice, Katydid!") and figuring out how to balance duty and work with an ever burgeoning need to spend time together.
Somehow, it works.
And these moments — the handful of days before Kate inevitably decides she wants to do something else, go somewhere new and see what projects are there — are all the sweeter for them. )
What're we here for, anyway?
( The beach at sunset is romantic and all, but it's not like they're short of ways to feel their hearts skip beats even cramped in a hotel room in Insomnia. She's guessing Ignis has a plan. He usually does. )
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She's been so many places recently, had so little time with anything familiar that the routine jabs and the trail of fingers along bare skin feels like coming home again. )
How many people'd it take to get you over?
( Her voice is low, laced with amusement, even though Kate barely intended to end up here, either. Idle gossip and debating which of the King's friends you'd bang doesn't exactly lend itself to meeting on beaches at sunset, tangled up in each other as the faintest notes of boardwalk musicians busking for change just barely rings out over the rhythm of waves against sand. The hours of talking at the bar, too easily finding a rhythm in conversation and sparks of something more intriguing than simple good looks, however —
It was nothing more than the wrong pun said at the right time that led them here, through all too traditional first dates ("You've got to wear something nice, Katydid!") and figuring out how to balance duty and work with an ever burgeoning need to spend time together.
Somehow, it works.
And these moments — the handful of days before Kate inevitably decides she wants to do something else, go somewhere new and see what projects are there — are all the sweeter for them. )
What're we here for, anyway?
( The beach at sunset is romantic and all, but it's not like they're short of ways to feel their hearts skip beats even cramped in a hotel room in Insomnia. She's guessing Ignis has a plan. He usually does. )