The Creepy Abandoned Mansion; Saturday Evening [09/23].

[chef_chocobro]

Well, Ignis had won a bet (entirely fairly, mind you; yes, it was on a particularly petty technicality, but technically correct was the best kind of correct, and he suspected a valuable lesson about word choice had been learned, as well), which meant that he was cooking dinner for Liliana that evening. A good portion of the day yesterday was spent brainstorm, his mind a flurry of ideas as he lay on the couch, flipping one of his new knives in his hand with deceptive idleness. A whole catalogue of recipes flipped through his mind, each one being summarily dismissed for some minor unworthy offense, until a few seemed to fall into place perfectly, and he caught the night with one hand, snapped his fingers with the other and let out a resounding "That's it!" and started getting to work then because the sooner he was able to whip up the marinade for the steaks, the better.

So he arrived at Liliana's doorstep without too much trouble, with all his ingredients and prep work in hand, a few things he knew he couldn't chance Liliana not having on hand. There was a small bit of uncertainty with working in an unfamiliar kitchen, but he'd made do with pretty scant conditions before. Just so long as there was a place to chill the sauternes he'd brought to accompany the fluffy chiffon cake for dessert.

But first? Getting set up for cooking his pomegranate balsamic flank steak, and preparing the salad and the potatoes, with a good malbec waiting to bring it all together in the end.

That was certainly the plan, anyway, but its effectiveness relied solely on how distracting the hostess decided to be. But it would certainly seem that he'd chosen dishes that did not require a lot of maintenance and fuss for a reason, too.

[[ for she whose kithen is being invaded, of course~

*belatedly tacks on a *nsfw* cw, doo doo doo ]]

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[deathsmajesty]

His attention to and approval of her comfort was appreciated, especially since his teeth in her lip and his lips on her skin caused her hips to rock over him, not just keep slowly circling.

He had learned that Liliana ran cold physically as well as emotionally days ago, her body temperature low enough to be concerning if one wasn't expecting it, her breath constantly chilly instead of warm. But even though her skin remained cool to the touch, his preternatural senses could tell it was warmer than usual for her; flushed from sensation. His exploring lips and fingers were also reacquainted with the curious sensation of her skin - every so often, he'd come across a new texture. Sometimes it felt like ink from a tattoo. Other times, like thin lines (scars?) etched into her flesh. But they were impossible to follow and seemed to almost come and go under his touch.

One more curiosity about Liliana Vess to add to the pile.

Her head lolled back as he claimed her neck and throat with his mouth, a weak chuckle escaping her. "You are... thoroughly ruining...my plans," she informed him, sounding not at all sorry about it. "Eating dessert... with you fully aware...of my attire..." or general lack of it "... further ratcheting up the tension..."

As if these last few weeks hadn't been enough.

[chef_chocobro]

And what a looming, fascinating pile that it had become.

"Is that what the plan was?" Ignis murmured, very close to Liliana's ear, and, as if to emphasize that closeness, it was now her earlobe caught between his teeth, followed by a slow kiss just behind it. It was meant to be just the one, but, once where, several more followed before he added, "Should we go back to it, then? I would hate to be a wrench in all your carefully laid out machinations..."

Just ignore the fact that he immediately resumed burying kisses into her neck, the hand now drifting from her arm to her stomach, to pull her in even closer, the very opposite of his suggestion.

[deathsmajesty]

"It seemed brilliant in my bathtub..." Liliana murmured back. Of course, in her fantasy, she had been much less affected that she was currently, enjoying the temptation she was subjecting Ignis to, rather than falling prey to it herself. She had not underestimated his appeal - oh no, her instincts were very clear on the dangers of underestimating this man and that in itself sent a frisson of excitement through her - but she had certainly overestimated her ability to remain aloof from his charms.

"I believe that now you are aware the trap was sprung, your attention will be on avoiding being caught by it..." she continued with a soft gasp as his lips hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Hardly any fun...or where your attention should be." She was, in fact, entirely pleased with it where it was, focused on her near entirely, leaving her basking in it like a cat in a sunbeam.

"But...you are my guest..." she added, running her nails lightly up the arm he was using to pull her in closer. "What is it that you want, Ignis?"

How often did people ask him that? How often did he ask himself that? And how often did he indulge himself with the answer?

[chef_chocobro]

It was actually a question he'd been asking himself endlessly throughout this past week, the whole time feeling the answer was elusively slipping past his fingertips whenever he thought he might finally, truly grasp it.

In this moment, however, ensnared in this trap that he had eagerly thrown himself in without even the slightest regret, the answer was astonishingly clear.

"You," he said, the word low and husky and from some place much deeper than his throat, on the edge of a growl that his usual soft, measured, restrained tone would rarely ever approach. The hand on Liliana's stomach began to slide down between her legs.

"Now," he added, into her ear against before the rest became slightly muffled from breathing in the intoxicating scent of her hair. "Here, though I might be persuaded on that last point."

[deathsmajesty]

Her legs were already splayed open over his, but that didn't stop her from opening them further, not just in invitation to his fingers but something almost like entreaty. It had been a very long time since she had wanted something - someone - with this intensity. This fervor.

"The only negotiation on location," she said to him, turning her face towards his once more, "is whether we stay in this chair or you bend me over the table."

Their dinner was done, the dessert far enough away it would be spared harm if they decided to shove everything out of the way to make room.

The fabric of her negligee slithered along her body as she pushed it upwards, leaving her bare. At the same time, her teeth caught his bottom lip before her tongue flicked over it to soothe the sting.