Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana was considering taking the afternoon off and booking a very long massage at the spa later. She had spent the vast majority of the weekend down in her workroom, emerging early Sunday evening, triumphant, and tumbled almost immediately into bed, absolutely exhausted. Fifteen hours of sleep had taken care of most of the accumulated sleep debt, but hadn't done a damn thing for the soreness that came from nearly forty-eight hours spent working on--well, never mind what she'd been working on. It was probably all fine and, like, super-ethical and stuff. Don't even worry about it.

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[chef_chocobro]

"--eating far too many of them in too short amount of time?" Ignis offered, with a faint, almost distant sort of smile meant to cover up the sharp tug in his chest. Because of course he'd thought of that, as he was making them, but if it weren't for the doubt, it would have been the risk of damaged teeth and choking hazards and culinary pride, not to mention the matter of location. Because of course while he was busy checking in on and paying respects to what remained of the vampiric clans of Innistrad, he was narrowing in on the finer details of other plans, as well.

Sometimes, it was truly difficult to understand the weight of something until you were practically holding it in your own hands...

"Always," the answer to his own question (and many more, currently unspoken) was soft, and lingered for a moment, before he reached out to intercept Liliana's hand before she could claim one of those tarts, entwining his fingers with hers and drawing it to his lips to kiss it.

"My darling," he said. "We've both had rather long and productive weekends, wouldn't you say? Do you know what I think that means, that we have more than earned and are well over-due for, besides?"

[deathsmajesty]

"A day off?" Liliana suggested, smile bright and not at all covering up any odd feelings in her own chest. "Perhaps even as many as a few days off, if I can convince you to play hooky from Luke's tomorrow?" She drew him in closer, gliding her free hand down his chest and then around his side before pulling him in closer. "I am willing to be very convincing, love, if you give me the opportunity," she added in a whisper in his ear.

[chef_chocobro]

"I suppose that all depends," said Ignis, and as he held Liliana firm against him, that pull in his chest became a veritable storm of conviction, head and voice both lowered to give her his response in kind, "on if you'll afford me the opportunity to sway you to do the same for your class on Thursday.

[deathsmajesty]

He felt her slight hesitation there. It was class after all, and summer sessions had so few of them already...

But then, there was that free period on her syllabus, one she'd built in just for a bit of wiggle room...

A moment of hesitation, yes, but the outcome was never actually in question. "Yes," she told him, closing the distance between them. "Of course yes, my darling."

[chef_chocobro]

As if Ignis 'Not On a School Night' Scientia could begrudge anyone a hesitation over missing a class, but from Liliana in particular, it brought on something else entirely, that for all her frequent flippancy toward schedules and work and certain obligations, there was still that that reverence when it came to teaching and academia.

(With room for fun in the schedule, too!)

How could he be anything but absolutely, completely, voraciously wild for this woman?

The distance between them remained all but nonexistent for a good, long while, a few unfortunate shelves bumped and rattled in Ignis' attempts to pour into his kiss the eager frenzy of for what he now knew for certain was ahead, and for soothing that ache that came with the realization of their distance over the weekend.

Funny, that, to think of wasted time when they could have...will have...all the time in the multiverse.

He drew away for air, and a grin, and a soft, thoughtful sort of hum quite a bit deeper than his more casual ones.

"A strong start, I must admit," he said, "but I can't say I'm entirely persuaded yet..."

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"I think it's safe to say that you missed me over the weekend," Liliana teased, more than a little breathless from the intensity of his kiss. That she had been kissing him back just as deeply, and just as frenzied made it safe to suggest she had missed him just as deeply, but she was hardly going to say that out loud.

Not when she could wrap herself around him, arms over his shoulders, legs tight around his hips. Not when she'd already loosened the lacing on her gown, giving up what few shreds of modesty it might have clung to, in eager invitation for his own hands. Not when she could initiate her own kiss, ardent and hungry, and call it persuasion, even as she'd half-forgotten what it was she was persuading him for.

"I can think of a few other things I could try," she said, voice low and smokey and smooth like a fine scotch. "Perhaps you'd like to hear a few suggestions to start?"

The Kamigawan poetry from last week had nothing on what she started whispering to him then.

[chef_chocobro]

And the fact that Liliana was even able to make it past the first part of her suggestions was a true testament to Ignis' will, although he certainly wasn't about to waste a single moment, either, fingers slowly working to finish up with those loosened laces. Save for the catch of his breath, and a brief appearance of his tongue to moisten his lower lip, his expression remained stonily stoic, but the effectiveness of her words were clear in the way his grip tightened and his nails dug into her skin when something managed to catch his attention particularly well.

(Which was, truth be told, nearly its entirety).

"Well," he stated, once more than a few of those suggestion had tallied up and he had to let out his breath in a hungry rush; his hands reluctantly left Liliana to make quick work of his own clothes while he spoke, "that all certainly sounds good on paper, but there's only one way to truly know for sure."

And then that will didn't so much break as it was released and unleashed, and all that build-up came crashing out of him and into her, and you could tell just how persuaded he truly was because he didn't even care that the coffee was going to just go cold.