The Eminently Creepy but Maturely Inhabited Mansion in the Woods; Monday Morning [11/25].

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Apparently, it would seem that spending the weekend as his seven-year-old self had not tempered with Ignis' natural sleeping patterns, so he awoke rather early that Monday, just slightly over when he might normally extricate himself from Liliana to get ready for the early morning training session. Of course, the only thing he had to extricate himself from was the bed in one of the guest rooms, and that....well....that simply would not do.

And so he he got up, made his way through the halls after taking a moment to orient himself based on which guest room he wound up in, and found himself at the more familiar threshold of his and Liliana's bedroom.

Where he returned to their bed, slipping back in as smoothly as he could, so as to not disturb her until his arms were around her and he was nuzzling his face into her neck.

"Mmmm," he hummed softly, "much better."

[[ for she in the bed, naturally. As natural as the NSFW warning that follows~ ]]

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After the first three times Liliana had checked on a sleeping Ignis and found him still a child, she had taken herself off to her oddly too-large (and too cold!) bed relatively early, just to make the morning come sooner.

Funny how it hadn't felt too big for one person before a year ago.

Sleep had remained an elusive, fitful thing. No nightmares, which was a blessing, but she'd had trouble falling asleep and staying that way. So when she was suddenly surrounded by warm arms, her hair brushed off and the softness of his lips and breath upon the nape of her neck, she was quickly pulled out from the thin sleep that had claimed her. "Oh," she breathed, violet eyes blinking open. "You're back."

And then she was turning over to catch him for a long and hungry kiss. It had been days.

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"I am back," Ignis confirmed, eventually, and unnecessarily, considering that his verbal answer was substantially delayed by a plethora of physical evidence to that fact. Kissing her back while letting hers utterly consume him, his hand in her hair, along her shoulder, down her back. And finally, when they parted enough for him to catch his breath and find his voice and smile that faint, adoring smile, that hand softly drifted up to her face, brushing a thumb against her cheek, drifting fingers along her jawline, tracing the curl of her lips, so that he could overlay it over what his young, attentive, curious eyes had drawn in over the weekend and hold it in his memory before it could fade away like most dreams were wont to do.

And then, a small huff of a breath. Part laugh, part relief, part wonderment and awe. And he kissed her again, lingering and grateful, as if to firmly seal those observations into place.

"Did you miss me," he then asked, "my darling?"

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"Do you truly need to ask?" she retorted, not that she wouldn't have asked the same in his place. And, though her first instinct was to tease, she was willing to answer him properly, too. "Of course I did, my love. As charming a child that you were, that was not you, and that meant a weekend of being teased with flashes and snippets of my beloved, but denied the fullness of him." She leaned in to kiss him again, her lips still slightly warm from their last, and gave him a teasing grin. "Though, according to a letter I read, it's fair to say that your younger self missed mine."

Did she sound unreasonably pleased and smug about that?

Did the narrative really have to ask?

[chef_chocobro]

The scolding nature of Ignis' little tsk was entirely at odds with the curve of his grin. "Purusing through other's missives, are we?" he chided, and, again, any reprimand inherent in the words was rather tarnished by the slight chuckle that followed, and the kiss that followed after that. "And, well, who could blame him? As charming as a host that you were, it can hardly compare to the sheer novelty of cavorting with a peer without the respobility of stewardship attached."

And if that warm smile faltered, it was but for a fleeting moment before it was back.

"Besides," he added, "I daresay, I believe the poor lad may have developed a bit of a crush..."

That tenderness lingered, though, in his next kiss, in the brush of the back of his fingers against her cheek.

"You were wonderful, though," he said, "of course. Thank you for that."

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"Well, who can blame the darling boy for that, hmmm?" Liliana asked with a delighted grin. "I have always been irresistible, my love; your younger self never had a chance."

There was the briefest something there, a single off-key note in the grand symphony that they danced to, audible only to someone keenly aware of every detail between them and even then, easily missed and not at all easily explained or understood.

"Though I didn't read your letter to Noct," she continued as if that note had never been. "I was terribly tempted, but I listened to the slight shadow that is my better nature and will be demanding kisses to make up for it."

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His current self barely stood a chance, either, especially not when that slight shadow seemed to make its presence increasingly known.

"Your restraint," Ignis assured her, with a few preliminary kisses to bolster this conviction, "is duly noted, and will be generously rewarded."

And if there was even the slightest sliver of a doubt in that claim, then may his actions speak louder than his words, as his arm slid around Liliana to pull her in closer, as he rolled slightly into her, to make the press of their bodies in closer, and a kiss that could no longer be contained to just her lips, but also to that tempting, treasured territory of her throat, her shoulders, that perfect little spot just below her ear...

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Liliana sighed, a soft sound suffused with pleasure and longing, and twined her arms over his shoulders as she melted in his embrace. She'd planned to ask him a little more about the letter, about their talk, but his kisses were doing a phenomenal job of making it impossible to think of anything beyond him, as an adult, in her arms and in their bed...

"I missed..." she murmured as his lips moved down her throat, feeling her words as much as hearing them, "...being curled around you in the evenings, running my nails over your skin. Kissing you. Having my hands knotted in my hair and your teeth in my neck..." Where his mouth traveled, a bloom of warmth followed, chasing her usual chill away as her blood heated.

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And Ignis would be terribly remiss if he didn't take that opportunity to sink those teeth into her neck at those words, and then his own words were in her ear before his lips found hers again.

"Then we'd best make up," he said, "for all that lost time."

After all, it wasn't as if either of them had anywhere important to be that day. And the passive ease of vision was fading into that rich and enclosed world of all his other senses once again, where it was so easy to just become ensconced in all those dizzying, intoxicating details. The way that territory of her throat was so often traversed, because not only did it allow him to hear the velvet of her words, but also feel the rich reverberations of her voice. He loved the way he could feel the warm flush spreading across her cool flesh at the touch of his fingers across her hips, his lips along neck, as if springing to life with a necromancy of his own particular design. The way it quickened her breath, the way it stirred up that unmistakable scent of her, even beneath that familiar perfume that would always take him back to that first evening and how it drifted past him and called to him just as he was thinking on it. And the way it all heightened the absolutely irresistible taste of her on her tongue...

No. No, there was no where they needed to be right now as important as this, and any further talk of letters and discussions and other finer details could wait, for now.

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Didn't have to tell Liliana twice. After all, she had spent the last three nights alone - and, for two of them, being the only one cognizant of just how wrong that was.

His teeth made her breath catch in her throat, only to be released a moment later in a low moan, mouth already seeking his by the time he caught her lips for that kiss. She seemed to be quite happy to go along with his idea of no more conversation; they had other forms of communication between them, ways for Liliana to impress upon Ignis just how much she had missed him, just how deeply she loved him. Her hands caressed over him, anywhere her hands could reach was fair game for sensitive fingertips and wickedly sharp nails. It didn't matter that they had traversed it all before, she was eager to learn him anew once again, fingers gliding over skin and muscle, nails sometimes teasing enough to raise goosebumps, other times sharp enough to raise white lines that took a moment to fade.

She touched him and she groaned, taking pleasure in even that simple touch. Her chest pressed against his, hands briefly alighting upon his to pull them up and place them on her breasts, filling his palms. She needed to be touched, Ignis. Touched and kissed and caressed and embraced, banishing the loneliness that had been her only companion these past few nights. Her thigh slid between his, her other leg wrapping around his own and pulling it firmly against her body.

"I love you," she murmured in a rare moment when her mouth was free. "I need you."