The Progressively Less Abandoned but Still Creepy Mansion; Monday Evening [10/02].

[chef_chocobro]

While Ignis knew he could just send Liliana's steward out for what he needed for dinner that evening, he much preferred to fetch them himself. He liked to have that personal hand in making sure everything he'd selected met his standards, and to be able to sway the course if, for whatever reason, they failed to do so. Besides, in defiance of the part of him that would be quite content existing further in her thrall, he felt it would be good for him to go out and get some...fresh air. Clear his head a little, after last night and some breakfast (well, brunch, really), and focus on what had been the entire purpose of his phone call last night.

(Well, not the entire purpose. At its core, he'd mostly just wanted to hear her voice again, and everything else that came with it had just been...ancillary.)

But with ingredients and supplies now in hand, he returned to the mansion and the kitchen that would now eke a smile out of him just by him existing in it, and got to work, laying out what he'd need to prepare a squid ink pasta, with some fresh bread and a request for a nice pinot gris from Liliana's own cellars.

[[ for the necronerd whose progressively less abandoned but still creepy mansion has been so shamelessly modded, por favor ]]

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[chef_chocobro]

Head tilting back just that little bit more, a sound escaped Ignis, mostly a low, appreciative moan with just a touch of a gasp.

"I'll have to take your word for it," he murmured, hand drifting up to the back of her neck, into the soft curls of her hair.

"But I also suspect..." he said, lowering his head again, as his hand moved to trail a finger forward along her jawline, until it could curl under her chin and gently lift her face toward his. When he then went to kiss her again, he deliberately bypassed her lips entirely to land it against the jawline, where he followed the path his finger had taken until he reached her earlobe. His tongue ushered it in between his teeth for a bite with a slight pull as he pulled away, only far enough to finish is thought in a whisper.

"You'd look even better in mine."

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana made a soft, sulky noise when he teased her by moving past her lips, but it quickly transmuted into a sigh of contentment once he began to kiss his way towards her ear. And then his teeth struck, her hands spasming in his shirt, a low shiver racing through her. Though it was his words that hit her hardest, leaving her clinging to him as her knees buckled slightly.

"I'll wear your marks like jewelry..." she promised, this time offering her throat to him.

[chef_chocobro]

Gods, it was a good thing he hadn't yet begun on their neal in earnest yet.

"Only the finest," Ignis vowed in return, and, leaning in, wrapped his arms around Liliana to lift her up and back to the spot she'd previously occupied in the counter, except now the was right there against her and making the most of her generous offer by burying himself into it.

[deathsmajesty]

Dinner? Bold of Ignis to assume she was aware of anything in the kitchen beyond him. Well, him and the large number of flat surfaces they could take advantage of.

Her nails dug into his back as his mouth claimed her throat, her head lolling backwards as pain-sharpened pleasure unfurled through her bloodstream. Silky black hair fell down her back and brushed against his arms. A moment later, she started to pull at the fabric of his shirt, trying to gather it up into her hands. Skin. She wanted to feel his skin beneath her palms, against her lips, between her thighs. "The kind that linger," she continued in a whisper, barely aware that she was speaking, never mind what she was saying. "So I can feel you for days."