Liliana laughed, low and breathy. "Noted," she murmured and leaned forward to kiss him again.
Moaning softly into the kiss, her noises were swallowed by his mouth. She moved closer to him, all but pressing herself against him and if Ignis hadn't noticed before - doubtful- her lack of dress was impossible to ignore now. She was still wearing something, he could hear the sound of her boots on the floor as she pushes herself closer, could feel a fragile confection of lace and gossamer against her skin.
Their kisses lengthened, lingered. Would break for air before hungrily diving back in for another. Her steward's arrival was heralded by careful footfalls, setting down the bottle of wine and the dessert he'd gathered from the fridge. He barely had a chance to intone, "Dessert," before he was shooed off by an inpatient gesture from Liliana.
It has not been sympathy or pity that had motivated her command, but the selfish desire to keep him beside her, even for the short length of time it would have taken for him to fetch dessert himself.
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Moaning softly into the kiss, her noises were swallowed by his mouth. She moved closer to him, all but pressing herself against him and if Ignis hadn't noticed before - doubtful- her lack of dress was impossible to ignore now. She was still wearing something, he could hear the sound of her boots on the floor as she pushes herself closer, could feel a fragile confection of lace and gossamer against her skin.
Their kisses lengthened, lingered. Would break for air before hungrily diving back in for another. Her steward's arrival was heralded by careful footfalls, setting down the bottle of wine and the dessert he'd gathered from the fridge. He barely had a chance to intone, "Dessert," before he was shooed off by an inpatient gesture from Liliana.
It has not been sympathy or pity that had motivated her command, but the selfish desire to keep him beside her, even for the short length of time it would have taken for him to fetch dessert himself.
[All good!]