banebu | call me out.

( She'd never say it, not unless it was in the darkest hours of the night with no one but him around, but Kate missed normal during her life on the road. Missed the simplicity of living in Lestallum, of being a daughter and not knowing the best places to stick a knife in a monster to stop it in its tracks. But that lifestyle became embedded in her, the travelling, the never settling, became the new normal until it became too much.

Until there were reasons to return to something simple again. One sweet, beautiful reason that tipped the scales in favour of quiet and settled. A smile brightens her face as she leans her forehead up against his, silent but clear in her intention as her fingers tighten around his, as she presses her weight up gradually against him as a wordless warning to him that she'll try to roll them both over if he doesn't stop it.

She can do it, given the right amount of momentum and agreement on his part. )

[They could have both been such different people if the paths of their lives had led elsewhere, but if that had been the case, they never would have met at all and Ignis is not sure that he would sacrifice knowing her for the sake of having any other kind of life.

He senses her intention before she moves, and doesn't resist. Ignis ends up on his back, settling easily against soft sheets and a mattress so sinfully comfortable that the price he paid for the room doesn't feel quite as extortionate as it should. A smile is pressed into the next kiss that falls on his lips, his fingertips sliding up the dip of her spine and a feeling of satisfaction sinking into him that's so bone-deep he's sure he's never felt anything like it.]

It would appear that I'm at your mercy.

[It doesn't sound like he minds at all.]

( Still, she does wish he could have met her family, that they'd been allowed that kind of time. But perhaps those two things can't coexist.

Such thoughts are easily pushed to one side in favour of sinking into his warmth, into each soft kiss she rains down on his lips, fingers tracing the lines of his face down the curve of his neck and across each step of his ribs. She knows these paths well, but they feel as new and exciting as they did the first time. )

Giving up so easily?

( Her voice is bells of laughter against the corner of his mouth. He's a world of things she never presumed to ever find, the joy of sinking into a warm bath after a hard day's work wrapped up in a sun-bright smile and quick wit. He's the peace of watching the sunrise on the rooftop after so many years in the darkness. )

I love you.

( A repeat of the words from before, certainly, but now that they've found their way out of her heart and onto her tongue, Kate realises just how perfectly they fit here. The feeling drums against her chest, a shared heartbeat rattling her ribs in an all too pleasant way. )

Giving up? Never.

[But a willing capitulation under such conditions is not something that he minds when it's her that he's giving in to. He could listen to her tell him that she loves him over and over and never grow tired of it when it's something he never thought that he would ever be allowed to have.]

I love you, too. [He tells her in return, holding her in place for a few gentle kisses before he quietly murmurs;]

Ah... now that you have me, what do you plan to do with me?

( Three small words that sound so wonderful, in a way she never imagined words could. After all, they're just words, and simple ones at that. Anyone can say them, but they swell in her chest incessantly now, every heartbeat filled with warmth and fluttering excitement.

They bring her to life, a fresh, eager energy to the press of her lips as she finds his jawline and her fingers trail across the buttons of his shirt.

What can they do, alone and in this expansive bed, high on the rush of requited love? )

Everything.

( Now and later. The limitless potential of the future seems all but certain when it's shared with him, and all she wants is—

Well. Everything.

(She doesn't ask for much, does she?) )

Ah...

[Everything. She doesn't ask for much, but it's just as well that he's more than content to give her anything.

He grasps her hands, holding them against his chest just above the gently thudding beat of his heart against his ribs. She's so warm like this, such a slight weight on him but he can feel the strength in her.]

Then I'm yours. For everything.

( Not usually, no. Their infrequent meetings and phone calls have been all she ever wanted, and everything, well... Really, all that means is him. All she wants is him and his trust, and he's more than willing to give those to her.

The thought brings a smile to her face, and her fingers to the zip of her dress, pulling it down with a soft exhale of breath. It's more than done its job by now. Now is the time for the garments underneath, for delicate fabrics and warm, scarred skin and her dress falls to the floor with a gentle thud as her fingers begin to undo buttons of his shirt, pushing fabric out of the way and dragging nails down his chest. )

Hmm... Been a while. ( And that particular tone has got to be familiar to Ignis by now, that playful lilt that all but screams the smirk currently gracing her face. ) Think I need to remember what makes you moan.

( Now, how did that go? Trail kisses down his neck and sink her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, right? )

Has it really been that long? [He asks, following the trail of her fingers with the light touch of his own but not impeding their progress. Goosebumps rise over his skin wherever she makes contact with it, a smile of his own flashed back against that smirk he can hear in her voice.

She wants everything? She can have it.

A twitch runs the length of his body as her teeth sink into his skin, and he grunts out a low 'a-ah' of shocked pleasure at the sensation as it buzzes electric down his spine. His heart rate ticks up, and he touches the back of her neck.]

That's one...

( No, but it's been more than long enough. Kate can't help the soft huff of laughter against his skin as he responds to her teeth, and she nips the skin just below the mark left. But movements stutter when his touch sends goosebumps down the bare expanse of her neck and across the top of her spine.

Her hand reaches back and finds his wrist, gently lifting it away from the skin. )

Rude.

( Whispered against his mouth, her teeth nipping at his lower lip as she places his hand back onto the mattress. )

Mm... you started it. [He replies. Soft, a little petty, but all in good fun. Ignis is sure it hasn't been so long since they were last together that she can't remember exactly where to touch, where to bite to get just the kinds of responses that she wants.

She says things like that to lower his guard, and sometimes he lets her think it worked.]

If you don't want me to touch you... [His arm shifts, hand twisting around to grip hers while she presses it into the mattress.] You're going to have to try better than that.

[ Maybe she did, but she's not agreeing with him out loud on that. That's no fun at all.

But this is. Gentle and slow, laughter bubbling on the tip of her tongue as bodies slide together, fingers dancing up the side of his cheek and into his hair. Her forehead lilts in towards his as she threads their fingers together. ]

'Fraid I didn't bring my handcuffs.

[ So terribly unprepared for this evening, Katherine. ]

Ah... pity.

[But he can behave, regardless. He can let her press his hand to the sheets without a fight, and he can leave it there when she finally untangles her fingers from his.

He's weak to her, always, and it is something which has become a topic of amusement for his friends once it had ceased to be one of concern.]

Then you shall have to tell me what you want of me, and hope I'll acquiesce.

( there's a strange indecision that comes with the first time in a while, Kate finds. so many possible ways they could go, so many things she wants to do with him that, for a moment, trying to answer that is almost impossible.

she wants... everything. not simply the kisses, the inevitable sex, but the little things to. the evenings and days spent together and the threading of fingers together. whispers and inside jokes and quiet moments that make everything peaceful.

ugh, when did she get to be such a sap?

she ducks her head down and trails soft brushes of lips against his jaw and to his throat, humming lightly against skin as she does so. )

... It's a surprise.

( to everyone involved (especially the player). )

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oh this thread is 2 years old good to know