[ Noct shifts over him in a way that he'd think was simply resettling if it weren't for the positively impish light in her eyes, and Ignis can't help but make a quiet noise in response, his own hips twitching up in response. It's a tiny movement, but still enough to be slightly embarrassing. He tries to distract her with the movement of his hands instead, letting his thumbs dip under the waistband of her sweats to run over her hipbones. ]
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Now there's a goal worth striving for.