[All it takes is glancing up into Ignis' eyes and he's completely lost, willing to do absolutely whatever he says. Even read a thousand stupid reports about things he cares nothing about.]
If you say so, Iggy. [Lifting himself up just enough to close the space between them, he presses the softest kiss against those lips, before whispering against them:] Love you.
[And then he's wiggling out of the embrace because he still has to go get dressed.]
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If you say so, Iggy. [Lifting himself up just enough to close the space between them, he presses the softest kiss against those lips, before whispering against them:] Love you.
[And then he's wiggling out of the embrace because he still has to go get dressed.]