One single bed

After getting distracted from the main point, I return to the real world.

Tonight, Ignis and I are going to sleep in the same bed. It's the first time since we got married.

Oh, wait, we did fall asleep on the same couch when we were little, but never in the same bed. In our whole life.

How can he be this calm about it? I'm all worked up while Ignis doesn't seem to care.

It's as if it was normal.

«Why are you so nervous?» he inquires, in fact.

«There's only one bed,» I say.

«Oh, Veronica... After your words about true love, do you really want me to get out and sleep somewhere else? What will my family think?»

Oh, right. I won't show them anything embarrassing about Ignis! They need to know he's now happy and taken care of.

«Stay,» I say. «It's not a big deal.»

«I can sleep on a chair...»

«Oh, don't start with some dumb idea... How can people sleep on a chair? You've been a guard for too long. Come here and get comfortable.»

Surprisingly, he does as he's told.

«If you insist,» he murmurs while moving the covers and lying on his side of the bed.

I do the same, and I blow the candle on my bedside table. There are two still burning on Ignis's side, but the room becomes darker.

He keeps them on for a while more. Is he afraid of darkness?

«Wife, would you like to give me a goodnight kiss?» he says, all of a sudden.

Ah? When did he get so close? I thought the bed was bigger.

«What?» I murmur. I've wasted time measuring the distance between us and didn't hear his question. Yet, he's clearly waiting for a reply.

«I sleep better when you kiss me; you know that already.»

How convenient that he brought it up before me! However, I was planning to do it in the morning when I won't need to calm down enough to sleep.

«All right,» I say before even considering the pros and the cons.

Oh, I'm sure I'll figure out how to sleep somehow.

A strong, unmovable arm surrounds my waist, and I'm dragged on the other side of the bed. Ignis observes my face carefully before kissing my lips.

Oh, he's kept the candles on so we can see each other. That's so smart from his side.

This time, instead of trembling and wincing at every move, I open my mouth before he can tell me. I even hug his neck and close my eyes.

When Ignis senses that I'm relaxing, he dares to stick his tongue in my mouth again. This time, I'm prepared, so I don't startle.

When his hot, wet tongue caresses mine, I even reply with a clumsy movement. His caresses are so daring while I'm unable to do anything, in fear it turns out awkward.

«Wait,» I say after pulling back. «Wait, Ignis. I don't know how to do this.»

«No?» he chuckles, pecking my chin and moving his hand on my hip.

His fingers, no matter how delicate, are so burning through the clothes. He presses his thumb when he notices my thoughts, and he runs his fingers higher towards my waist.

Oh, dear.

«I don't know,» I confirm. «I'm sorry.»

«There's nothing to be sorry about.»

Oh, well, I'm glad he doesn't mind my clumsiness.

«I can teach you,» he continues.

«Sure, that would solve it.»

«First of all, don't think too much. Don't focus on what you have to do and just relax. Forget about anything else but me...»

«Is that how it works? You only think about me when we kiss?»

«Yes, sure,» he replies, dumbfounded.

My cheeks start burning at his admission. It was forced out, but I still like this warm feeling in my belly. It's so pleasing to know he thinks about me. Even more: he thinks only of me at this moment.

«And then?»

«Follow my lead,» he whispers.

All right. I think I can do that.

I close my eyes and let him kiss me again. This time, I use all my willpower not to think, and I let my body take over.

Ignis's hand moves up, caressing me a bit bluntly.

When I gasp in search of air, he splits our mouth and moves on the neck, licking my skin as if it was sweet.

«You smell like flowers, Veronica...» he murmurs next to my ear before licking behind it.

His tongue touches me before retreating, letting his soft lips take over. His kisses are so light, yet I feel every single nerve ticking and burning, asking for more. Even though I can't imagine what more I would want...

The more Ignis moves lower, the more thrills take control of me. When he drags the cleavage of the gown on my shoulder, exposing more skin to him, I moan and turn my head to the other side.

While his fingers leave my torso, for he wants to lean on his elbow, his other hand is still next to my arm. His fingers trace my arm up and down, over the line of my shoulder and downwards again. His touch is so light that it makes me thrilled.

«Oh, Ignis,» I moan while his mouth plays with my ear.

Do what I feel right? Follow his lead? I'm not doing anything at all because I can't bear to move. Everything is so enticing that it almost hurts.

I move my arms away from his neck and reach his shoulders. I can feel his muscles under the light shirt, tense because of the effort of keeping his body lifted not to press mine down.

Without control, my right hand slips on his chest. It's hard, just as imagined. Oh, how much training does one need to reach such a physique?

Being a knight sure has its perks.

While I split my fingers from one another to reach broader and cover more of his chest, Ignis moves down from my neck and kisses my shoulder. He pecks it once or twice before moving even lower.