[ Noct leans forward, her hair spilling over her shoulder, and Ignis suddenly wants very badly to feel it against his skin. It makes him hasty to obediently pop the rest of his buttons free and prop himself up enough to skin out of his shirt, and then the next natural step is to wrap an arm around her bare waist - always tiny, but more obviously so now it's bared - and pull her in close for a kiss.
That feeling - being skin-to-skin when their mouths meet, is electric, and the quiet noise that curls out of his throat is a breathless, needy thing. ]
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That feeling - being skin-to-skin when their mouths meet, is electric, and the quiet noise that curls out of his throat is a breathless, needy thing. ]