[ All of Ignis' previous insistence that they not go too far is vindicated in the sudden evidence that Noct is just as excited by this as Ignis is. The feeling of her small, strong hands over his shoulders is intoxicating, and he lifts a hand to comb his fingers through her hair, letting it fall softly over her skin and his before he finally pulls back to smile at her, stupid and soft with love. ]
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You're so beautiful, Noct.