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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[deathsmajesty]

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."