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[unweaving]

Lady A's Christmas Chaos!!!

Saving the world from assholes dressed like a sofa is hard work, and even heroes need to let loose. What better time than the festive season? So what if you're in a world where Christianity isn't a thing! It's time to don your ugliest Christmas sweater, put on your dancing shoes, and tell those around you just how much you love tolerate them. Dance, sing, bone down on the couch, get so drunk on eggnog you puke on the carpet -- Aranea doesn't care, she's way too smart to do his in her own damn house! GET TO PARTYING.

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[noodledream]

Who me?

[ Gladio's grin tugs a little wider as he shifts to lean on the doorframe beside the man, crossing his arms over a broad chest and takes in the other man's manner. ]

Hardly that. I know better, after all. But no else here gets to see that all too often.

[newrecipe]

I like to think of it as having a profound air of mystery.

[Still, while intoxicated, he's somewhat less guarded than he's often known to be.]

I suppose you do know better. I appreciate you not spreading it around and tarnishing my sterling reputation.

[noodledream]

Please. If I were going to spread scandalous rumors about you, I'd make them way juicier than that.

[ Which is a lie, because he knows how carefully Ignis guards his reputation and his privacy. But that doesn't mean he can't tease the man about it. ]

Then again, you are giving me opportunity tonight.

[newrecipe]

No doubt you would. You're quite creative when you set your mind to it.

[He pauses with his glass halfway to his lips, raising an eyebrow.]

Am I? And how is that?

[Carelessness is not a good color on him, he'll soon realize.]

[noodledream]

[ On the contrary, Iggy. He thinks he likes this color on you.

Which is why he takes a step closer, subtly edging into Ignus' personal space, knowing the man well enough that he rarely backs away from the challenges Gladio presents him with and using that to his advantage.

He leans in close, head tilted as if to confide some great secret to Ignis' ears alone, smirk still lingering against his lips as he forms the words close enough to the man's ear that Ignis can probably feel the shape of them on his skin. ]

Look up.

[newrecipe]

[His shoulders go rigid as Gladio moves in, squaring off before he looks up at the other man's instruction, perfectly still otherwise all the while.

He exhales slowly. Oh. He'd nearly forgotten.]

Ah.

[But the way Gladio's lips had formed the words against his ear and the warm, simmering buzz from the champagne make it hard to be too terribly bothered.]

[noodledream]

[ Not that Gladio had planned to give him enough time to be bothered anyway, sober or not.

Ignis had no sooner exhaled his understanding than fingers slip along the sharp line of his jaw, thumb brushing whisper-soft against flesh as Gladio tilts Ignis' head back towards him. His eyes are dark and intent, fixated on Ignis' own, able to see, from this close, the faint flush that colors against the man's cheekbones. From the subtle shiver he'd sensed rather than felt in the man he'd brushed his lips against, he indulges himself enough in thinking that maybe that wasn't entirely from the champagne.

Not giving Ignis the opportunity to come to his senses enough to protest the move, his fingers cradle lightly against his jaw as Gladio leans in, lips brushing against the other man's in teasing contact, his own bulkier form angled just so to give them a modicum of privacy. ]

[newrecipe]

[Let it never be said that Ignis Scientia allows for half-measures.

He bends slightly, allowing himself to give just enough for Gladio's bulk to shield them from the better part of the room. It would have been easy to cut the kiss short, to pull away and laugh it off as holiday frivolity and the result of a bit too much to drink, but instead he parts his lips beneath Gladio's, tongue tracing along the gentle curve of the other man's mouth.

Really, all things considered, Gladio's stunt had gone over rather well.]

[noodledream]

[ Ignis isn't the only one who never does things halfway and Gladio takes the invitation offered to him, lips parting as he deepens the kiss, tongue tangling with the other man's in teasing play while his hand remains cupped against Ignis' jaw, holding him in place with a gentle but firm grip.

But he's all too aware of where they are and the very obvious fact that they're far from alone. Which is why, when he's whetted his appetite with just a taste, he slowly pulls back, his eyes dark and intent, focused on Ignis' face to gauge his reaction. ]

[newrecipe]

[Ignis is as composed as ever when they part, with only a few very slight differences-- his lips have brightened, flushed, and his eyes seem sharper as he raises his glass once more, studying Gladio's face in turn.]

Interesting.

[noodledream]

[ Gladio just arches an eyebrow at that reaction, smirk still tugging at the corner of his lips. His gaze takes in the flush of color in Ignis' cheeks and the look in his eyes and his grin widens. ]

Oh?

[newrecipe]

[He clears his throat softly before he inclines his head towards the hallway, drink still in hand as he turns neatly on his heel and begins to walk towards the corridor.]

Gladiolus, a word.

[noodledream]

[ Gladio just gives a quiet, scoffing laugh. ]

Ignis, you never stop at just one word.

[ But that doesn't mean he doesn't follow him anyway. ]