Liliana's Office, Thursday

[deathsmajesty]

All the prep work done for her final, save actually programming it into the Danger Shop - hmm, perhaps she should tap Prompto for his assistance with that, wouldn't want another plant defense fiasco - was mapped out and planned for, including a literal map. She was pleased with it, whether or not her students would be was a different story.

Rather than continue to poke at that, she'd turned her attention to creating a syllabus and outline for her next class. She really ought to return to Innistrad to collect some of her old books and notes and the like, but that could wait a bit. She was writing up what she could now and making notes of places she'd needed to revisit once she had access to more materials.

And she was humming, of course. Look, this was exactly the kind of thing she loved. Fucking nerd.

[And now NSFW!]

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[chef_chocobro]

Had Ignis known how delightfully industrious Liliana had been in her office that day, he...still would not have left her to her own devices uninterrupted, no. He rather liked to think she would hardly mind the departure from her work, anyway.

And so, there was a light knock, right around the time Liliana would have no doubt been expecting one, anyway, and the door opening a moment later as Ignis slipped in. His inquiring "Liliana?" all but covered up the sound of the door closing and locking behind him, and, in the quiet of the office this week, he just started toward the desk, to set down the lunch and dessert that they'd get to probably much later.

But who could say? Perhaps they actually would manage to satisfy that hunger first for once?

"I believe a little lunch break is order, wouldn't you agree?"

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Sure! Anything was possible. Highly doubtful, but like...it could happen, who knew?

"Mmm mmmhmm lunch, yes," Liliana said with a knowing little laugh. "That's what you'd like me to turn my attention to."

She rose from behind the desk and caught him as he was setting down their lunch, using his collar to tug him in towards her and deliver a kiss that clarified quite clearly which order they'd be satisfying their hungers in.

[chef_chocobro]

Well, Ignis was going to make a retort to that comment, but clearly, it was going to have to wait, because that tug at his collar clearly demanded the full brunt of his attention, not to mention the kiss that followed, a kiss that was very clearly in no rush to conclude, and certainly not for something like paltry words that would only emphasize his doubts regarding his doubts in regards to her upholding any sort of decent dietary standards.

Those words would clearly have to wait, because once Ignis did get around to saying any, they were certainly not that.

"Mmmm." In fact, the first wasn't even a word at all, but just a soft hum accompanied with a pleased grin as he lingered. "Not much doubt as to where you're trying to turn mine," he commented, before kissing Liliana again and letting her know he was fully on board with this turn.

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"Are you going to argue that your attention shouldn't be on me always?" she asked, nipping at his lip to continue her campaign on said attention. "Right after you finally acknowledged that anytime you stray from my side is a mistake?"

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"Almost anytime," Ignis corrected, with a bit of a daring grin that seemed to just dare her to nip again in retaliation, once again allowing his penchant for pedantry reign supreme of his sense of self-preservation. "But, yes, I can think of at least a few occasions where my attention might be better served elsewhere, but, I assure you, they are very few and far between, and certainly not even remotely present now."

Which meant all that attention could be put right back into kissing her again, with one hand on the desk to steady himself as he leaned into it, and the other lifting to cradle Liliana's cheek.

[deathsmajesty]

Well, surely Liliana could overlook that bit of pedantry in exchange for Ignis kissing her deeply and well, ardent and attentive, just as she liked--

Ahahaha, okay, nobody was believing that. But she did give their kiss an extra few seconds more than she would otherwise just because he knew how to kiss her in exactly the right way to make her a little weak inside.

And it was possible that retaliatory nip, so very well-deserved, carried a fair bit of promise with it, too.

"You truly enjoy playing with fire, don't you?" she asked with a soft chuckle, barely a breath away from him, hands gliding up his chest. "Impossible man."

[chef_chocobro]

Sometimes, the truly impossible thing was actually knowing which clever retort to volley back at Liliana, but, well, the nice thing was that he could just continue kissing her while making such an important decision, leaning in that much more to allow him to duck his head and find her jawline with his lips, and then her neck, his hand falling away from her face to brush her shoulder and determine what, if any, details of her current attire that day would have to be taken care of, if any, to clear it.

"And lightning," he pointed out, punctuating it with a kiss on her neck, "and ice." This one with a bite of his own on that shoulder his hand had been drifting over, and then back, again, to her and her lips. "Can you blame me? When you make the game too enticing to resist?"

[deathsmajesty]

Oh how she adored days when he wasn't working at Luke's so she didn't have to hide her reactions to the things he did to her, like her groan at the feel of his teeth in her skin. Or her sigh at that compliment, words practically a caress of their own.

"I do so love our games," Liliana murmured to him, with perhaps half an instant's pause between love word 'love' and 'our.' His buttons were being undone, one by one. "You are a peerless opponent."

And...hmm. She knew what his reaction was any time she said one word. Perhaps - simply for her curiosity, of course - she should see what happened when she said the other.

"Yours."

[chef_chocobro]

Well, was Liliana expecting for that single word to ignite that fire within Ignis that was almost almost at a constant burn, to cause it to flare and move him with the sudden drive to close any gap between them, with a soft, hungry (almost grateful, really) groan against her lips as his hand abandoned the desk for support and sought it, instead, in an arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her in close.

If so, then her choice of word was very clearly effective, and he was leaving no room for doubt in that regard. And when his lungs were finally screaming out for a breath, he pulled away to draw it in, and then let it out with a low, deep growl that he felt resonate from his entire chest.

"Mine."

And he ducked his head to nuzzle into her neck, with more quick bites and soothing kisses and a roving hand to best stake that claim.

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You know, she'd assumed it would be something like that, but that was the important thing about science: testing your hypothesis.

And also retesting! Especially under various conditions!

What she hadn't expected was how that growled out mine was going to affect her. She grabbed his hips, pulling him flush against her, as she rolled hers against him. Her hands glided up his body to bury themselves in his hair. So sorry (not sorry) about your hairstyle, darling, but you should have thought of that before...well, honestly, kissing her was usually enough to do it.

"You have a choice," she panted into the air. "Chaise or desk, but make it fast or I'm going to choose the floor."

Hmm, wait. No, she could keep one hand in his hair. The other needed to yank her skirts up for that roaming hand to go where she needed it most.

[chef_chocobro]

"Desk," Ignis murmured out,before Liliana had even finished informing him of the third option, and, ever the man of his word, confirmed this decision with the necessary shifting, turning her toward it so he could lift her up onto it. Leaning forward into a kiss, between her legs, hands sliding against her thighs to keep those gathered skirts hitched up, thumbs feeling out for other obstructions needing to be taken care of post haste.

He would have liked to have lingered there and teased a little more, but his expediency in the removal of her undergarments, the last few buttons on his shirt, his trousers, would be made abundantly clear when he pushed himself back into Liliana, kissed her, and growled out two more words.

"Then chaise."