Liliana's Office, Thursday

[deathsmajesty]

Much like she'd spent her class, Liliana was sitting at her desk in her office. Rather than doing her nails, however, she was taking notes on the class, highlighting things to discuss in future lectures, suggestions to offer her students, both generally and on an individual level, aspects she should highlight or downplay in the future.

...And maybe an idea or two to incorporate into her own ghoulcalling in the future. Zombie media on this plane was absolutely ridiculous, but that didn't mean she couldn't use it for inspiration anyway.

Hmmm...

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[chef_chocobro]

And all that hard work, note-taking, and plotting (hopefully very little of which would inspire certain frowns of consternation, although he knew better than to expect it to be completely free of such things) surely deserved a little break. Using his own class earlier for inspiration, Ignis was arriving with a soft knock on the door before opening it and stepping in, bearing rosemary beer pretzels and a gouda cheese sauce, mini apple strudels, even little brat and sauerkraut bites with some mustard options, as well.

(The black forest gateau was something to surprise her with for after she got home).

The certain studious quiet that seemed to greet Ignis as he entered was a welcome sound (or lack thereof, really), and a small smile tugged the corner of his mouth as he asked, "Not interrupting anything too important, am I?"

[deathsmajesty]

Well, there would be no frowns of consternation from Liliana, so...maybe? Nor would there be any from Ignis if she just neglected to mention some of these soooo...yeah! Probably consternation-free, honestly!

"Not at all, my darling," Liliana assured him with a grin. "I'm being industrious and responsible, so you know I'm just waiting for an excuse to stop."

[chef_chocobro]

Consternation by omission it was, then.

"Then how fortuitous indeed," Ignis said, moving toward her at tge desk to set down the food and meet her for a kiss, "that I should save you tge trouble of dredging up an excuse all on your own. Not that I can imagine you'd ever have to even break a sweat doing so."

[deathsmajesty]

When had things Liliana hadn't said ever come back to bite anyone in the ass?

"But it still saves me the effort, which is very much in keeping with the spirit of things," Liliana replied, and if that was a necromancy pun, shhh, no it wasn't.

Lunch smelled absolutely delicious, but it still took second place to that kiss, Liliana taking advantage of their free afternoon to tangle her fingers in his hair.

[chef_chocobro]

When, indeed? How much time did they have?

"And perhaps," said Ignis, perfectly content just then to stay precisely like that, his words murmured against her lips and leaning into those fingers, and not even the least bit worried about them spoiling all his hard work on his impeccable coiffure, "conserving that effort for other things."

Like lunch. Clearly.

"Might I ask," he...well, asked, "what it is that has you so industrious this week, my love?"

[deathsmajesty]

Hurtful. It had been days, possibly even weeks since the last time that had happened!

Though, before Liliana answered, there did need to be some slight adjustment in positioning. Why should he continue standing when he could be sitting with a lapful of Liliana?

"Today was the first real practical class of the semester," she said. "So I'm taking notes and writing down my impressions, as well as brainstorming future applications."

For educational purposes only, really!

[chef_chocobro]

Ah, yes, that was a substantial improvement and a truly brilliant maneuver, especially now that it meant Ignis's fingers would have the opportunity to tangled in (and untangle) a few things, too.

"Mmm," he hummed in thought, answer delayed as he took advantage of the new positioning for another kiss. "Anything of particular interest?"

[deathsmajesty]

"As I predicted, one of the major stumbling blocks of the class will be getting people to think outside of their immediate toolbox," she said, practically purring under those (un)tangling hands. "Understandable, of course. To succeed, you reach for that which you are most comfortable and capable. But that means I shall need to be more creative to ensure that they start feeling more comfortable with experimentation. Finding the difference between 'stupid shenanigans' and 'innovation,' you know?" Her own hands remained in his hair, nails scritching lightly behind his ears.

[chef_chocobro]

Usually, when Ignis gave one of his soft, rumbling hums, it was a thoughtful, considering sound, but the one reverberating in his throat now was one of pure pleasure, pulled up from those light scritches.

"Not to mention," he added, his voice seemingly caught on that rumble in his throat on its way out, "no doubt breaking more than a few of them of certain expectations of pop cultural references and tropes. And that can be a rather firm sticking point for some. I know we never did quite manage to break Prompto of constantly comparing everything to hide video games..."

[deathsmajesty]

"He was quite put out upon discovering that zombies on Innistrad do not simply go down from a bullet in the brain," Liliana agreed, making her neck fully available for his mouth as she did. His fault, that rumble was quite illegal. "And when asked why it should..."

Well, Ignis knew that answer already, and Liliana was far more interested in carefully rotting the threads that held his buttons onto his shirt.

Listen, her hands were busy! She was also being quite creative!

"Although I was quite pleased with several of the students. Jon Sims often gets stuck in a rut when it comes to finding creative solutions to things, but he proved fairly adaptable today, and Erasmus is still suffering from his proximity to the Chain Veil, but he still tried something new with his necromancy. Nikodemus is wary of having Erasmus push his limits, but I will admit to being excited about seeing just what he's capable of when he's not suffering from a migraine or clinging to preconceived limitations."

[chef_chocobro]

It was a good thing that Ignis genuinely enjoyed resewing on buttons, the absolute freak.

And he would not only take rhe blame for the kisses now being trailed down Liliana's neck, but he would revel in it, and how utterly exquisite it was, to feel her words against his lips as they left hers to fall into his ears.

"His perseverance even through this ordeal is rather impressive."

And he might have had more to say on the matter, but, well, he'd just gotten to that favorite spot of his just below her ear, and so he simply just had far better things to be using his lips, his tongue, his teeth for.

[deathsmajesty]

SO LILIANA HAD LEARNED, THAT DAY WHEN THEY WERE TEENS.

"Mmm..." Liliana agreed. Probably. Honestly, she was just making noises as Ignis reminded her (for the thousandth time, which was still only a small fraction of the times he would be reminding her) just how good his lips and tongue and teeth were when used for things other than talking. One hand of hers removed itself from his hair to glide down over his chest, nails leaving the faintest of red lines trailing down his skin.

"And...your day...love?" She was asking more to be a brat than because of any true desire to know.

[chef_chocobro]

It was relaxing.

And the joke, truly, was on her for asking a question with his lips so near her ear for the delivered response, that murmured mumble barely loudly that a breath with all the base to anchor it.

"Oktoberfest," he said, "in Germany."

His hands may have had to unravel and untangle on their own, but their work had managed to allow them to slip in against her skin.

"Which you'll find reflected in your lunch today, whenever you find yourself..."

The softness of her earlobe between his teeth, soothed by the drag of his tongue.

"...hungry."

[deathsmajesty]

Yeah, any answer was going to have to be forestalled by Liliana groaning into another kiss, that very useful hand in his hair being used to pull him into position for their mouths to crash into one another.

That was fully his fault.