"If you must, I suppose I can release my hold upon you," Liliana murmured, stealing one last fast kiss before stepping back to let him work unimpeded.
...Running her nails up and down his back didn't count as an impediment, did it? Surely not.
She was quiet for a few moments as he worked, thoughtful and contemplative, remembering those early days when they were both mad to see one another and yet too proud or afraid to do much about it. The game that first night at her house, learning about one another, at least until it stopped once more in favor of her climbing into his lap - and then the table.
"Tell me something, my darling," she said. "About yourself, that I don't know. Big or small, joyful or melancholy."
She would never tire of learning about you, Ignis. You were one of her favorite subjects.
no subject
...Running her nails up and down his back didn't count as an impediment, did it? Surely not.
She was quiet for a few moments as he worked, thoughtful and contemplative, remembering those early days when they were both mad to see one another and yet too proud or afraid to do much about it. The game that first night at her house, learning about one another, at least until it stopped once more in favor of her climbing into his lap - and then the table.
"Tell me something, my darling," she said. "About yourself, that I don't know. Big or small, joyful or melancholy."
She would never tire of learning about you, Ignis. You were one of her favorite subjects.