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

[chef_chocobro]

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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[deathsmajesty]

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."