Emery let off the gas pedal, straightening her back as the seat began to grow uncomfortable upon her already strained back. Her dress also didn't relieve her any as it hugged her figure like a damn corset.

Getting as comfortable as she could manage, her hands gripped the steering wheel, albeit comfortably. She was by all means not an enthusiastic driver, she'd prefer to go without the desperate measures of travel but the world of Eos was simply too big for idle walking alone.

King Noctis had thrown yet another lavish event, one that lasted far longer than Emery cared to admit. She didn't grow up in the world he and his high-status friends and protectors bore into. She didn't once even think to attend such delicacies, let alone enjoy them as most were simply shown to express how wealthy and powerful the host was or to discuss matters foreign to her.

However, Noctis was far from such people, his celebrational parties were heartfelt and honest. He'd welcome all of Eos if his heart so desired. His Majesty was simply too kind and open to the newly awakened dawn. He didn't wish to allow his people to suffer any more than they had already. If he could bring the people of Lucis back together with a glass of wine, expensive cuisine, and earnest laughs, then he would do so because never again will they be just the residents of Lucis, but the very souls of life that he would've given his own to protect.

Emery couldn't say she knew the King on a close level—not really. He was much too busy ruling for a lowly girl such as her. Granted he didn't behave any differently toward her than he would his royal retainers or his protective Glaives or Kingsguard. Regardless the King held himself in a matter akin to straightforward and shortly-spoken—blunt to put it mildly.

The bespectacled woman held no name, titles, or status to the King and even still he viewed her as someone that could be trusted. His favorite pass time was always his expression of how such a woman as she—no high importance, could influence their stern, responsible, strict mother of three so heavily.

To this day she wonders the same, and by then she's grown so impossibly close to the three that their shenanigans on the matter will never die out as they refuse to admit defeat on having thought they knew everything there was to know about their brother.

Ignis, had been tight-lipped however to their bustling behaviors, not giving way to their quips on seeking such personal information that should by all means lost on them. Yet, they remain bodacious ever still. From her knowledge Ignis has neither shared their secret endeavors of companionship or how long he had kept this secret from them before she was publicly announced.

'The Royal Advisor has been courted', reached the ears of those three far too easily, and ever since she had progressively sprung from a girl to this title of the mystery woman who stole the heart of Our Dear King Noctis' Advisor's heart. What a mouthful it was to address, but Emery felt it was quite satisfying to be known. Albeit in small doses.

To the King, Emery was simply known as such. He would remain as proper as he could in the eye of the public but in the corridors of the Citadel, he could return to the laid-back, slightly lazy man who took his King's Knight and sleep very seriously, his brothers knew him to be. There in those walls would be when she saw the Noctis she's heard stories of during his long journey across Eos.

She supposed it was nice to be added to his repertoire. Alone in the company of the bros, she felt most comfortable—like one of the family. And perhaps King Noctis sees her as such. If he considers the three protectors his brothers what's stopping him from seeing her and the wife of Gladiolus his sisters? Emery smiled at the thought, she knew better than to think he hadn't.

Once more, Emery shifts, a low groan on her lips as her heels begin to add far too much pressure to her already sore feet. Never again will she find herself wearing heels to Noctis' parties.

Having been thrown in and out of a consistent conflict of war with Daemons and sadly some humans alike for ten years, she had grown too used to work boots and shoes that weren't any higher than two inches.

The Regalia revs at her movement and the passenger hums low in his throat. "Is something the matter, my dear?" Ignis abruptly asked her, his accented voice calm, reverberating the low ambiance of the radio between them.

Glancing over at her boyfriend, the bespectacled woman smiles shortly. Though the Advisor was glancing her way, he wasn't looking at her, his sightless gaze refuses him too. Instead, he settles for targeting the general direction of her voice.

Emery doesn't visually answer him, rather she releases a hand from the wheel and rests it on his arm atop the console between them. "I'm fine, just a little tired is all. I didn't expect to be out this late. Noct really needs to tone down Prompto's wine intake, he had horribly delayed our exit."

The curve of Ignis' lips lifts slightly. "I apologize for His Majesty's eccentric charm of keeping his guests longer than advised. As for Prompto, I'm afraid not even the King can manage to tame him when it comes to these events. Are you in need of a break?"

Emery wants to say yes, but she bites the words back because the last thing she wants is to keep them out longer than necessary. Though the nights weren't littered with Daemons at every corner as they used to be, it still wasn't entirely safe.

She swallows deeply past the rising lump in her throat upon the flurry of abrasive thoughts. Snug deeply dormant within her lies the pain of the truth that Ignis' condition would never allow him to give her such a breath of comfort. So deciding against reminding him, she keeps hush to these thoughts. No matter how much he'll try to profusely deny the accusation, Ignis still felt the discomfort of it. Those internal scars will take far longer to heal than his external.

In the end, she chooses the obvious choice of response and mends his concerns with a gentle voice, returning herself to the empty road before her. "I'm okay, I can make it. It's honestly just another twenty minutes or so until we get back home. If anything I'm just relieved Noct let us borrow the Regalia because I doubt I could make it another mile in the hard seats of my car. I am simply not cut out for long car rides—never did enjoy driving."

"I see..." There's a pause and Emery tilts her head at the solemn tone of his voice. 'Shit', she thought, he caught onto her divergence, except not only did it fail to deflect the conversation away but it just brought brighter light upon it.

With a side glance, she easily catches the deep frown on Ignis' lips. She knew what was coming—the guilt of his lack of ability to provide. He's grown so much since he lost his sight in Altissia, but past the strong front, the eager desire, and willing sacrifices lies the traumatic heaviness that all those things he had done carelessly before the incident was taken for granted.

"Though I don't regret my decision, I can't stop the blame I put upon myself for this disability in not being able to assist you in this discomfort you are suffering from."

Emery's brows furrowed painfully and she shakes her head, her black hair softly caressing her cheeks. With a heavy foot, she hits the brakes right there in the middle of the road. She couldn't deem to care right now if some other sad soul found themselves on these particular streets and encountered her hogging the path forward. ot when this was far more important than what they thought of her sanity. Yet again, she was intent on reassuring this unbelievably stubborn man that he was and will always be helpful to her. Blind or not.

Putting the Regalia in park, Emery turns in her seat, loving determination in her grey-blue eyes. "Don't ever blame yourself for something I've come to love about you every second of our days spent together. I know you will always see this as a weakness and a disdainful image of your position but it's not. Oh, Ignis, you are so much more of a leader, a protector, and a brother to your King now than you were then. Your eyesight does not make you any less of a man in his eyes or mine. I will always come to love this part of you because no man could dare endure what you had and come back even stronger and determined. Even going so far as to re-teach yourself all that you've lost."

She pauses, placing both her hands on his arm. "Never will I come to hate that you can't do everything you used to. You may have been stripped of some consistencies you've grown far too used to but you've also made up for them in other areas of expertise. You just haven't realized how wonderful and inspiring you are to those around you. You may think they feel pity but I assure you they do not. They see this pillar of bravery, a vision that not all hope is lost when one thinks they are too damaged to come back from. This is the Ignis Scientia that the people see—what I see. Your blindness will never be seen as a weakness but rather as an unbelievable ray of courageous leadership."

There's a visible part in Ignis' lips but the words falter him. Emery tries to be alleviating but she knows that though the words are received they are not taken to heart. Why would they, his blindness betrays him the light on whether she could be lying just to cheapen the blow to his self-esteem. Not that she'd do such a thing but how does he know that?

Granted, they are one soul that love one another unconditionally but words can easily be manipulated. Ignis had always shouldered his burdens alone, he'd never let anyone past the protective barriers he built to shield himself from distractions. And since his blindness he had only strengthed those walls. She get through to him but what of everyone else? What if her thoughts aren't enough comfort?

No matter how much she fights him over this he'll never come to see what she saw—not because of his disability but because he's never been given such hospitality, he doesn't see the world as she does, not anymore. He doesn't see how the people look at him. His lack of perception will forever scorn him and all she could do to enlighten him was remind him of what she sees, not what he thinks the world does.

She reminds him of their first meeting, of how she never once saw his status or how he would turn heads wherever he walked due to his titled position or on some occasions due to the strikingly good looks he bore from a land far from theirs.

Emery wouldn't say it was an odd first meeting, if anything she actually thought it was cute and memorable. They met at the very gates of a world she didn't belong. As a Lucian, she lived her entire life inside the walls of Insomnia, knowing of the world outside yet not seeing it for what it was. He hardly addressed her at the time but she remembered his proper bow of respect and studious voice as he introduced himself to her.

They would run into one another on multiple accounts afterward as luck would have it. Sometimes it was strange to her that the Astral Gods must have smiled down on her to be blessed with his presence in her line of work or just simply on the bustled streets of Lucis.

Of course, when these days presented he'd always have his eyes glued to his watch, a reminder that he had some errand that needed his utmost attention, and quite shockingly not for himself but for the young prince. So his attention towards her would be short and hasty, but she'd enjoy the brief talks nonetheless. Despite his rapid retreats, he was an amazing listener.

There were times he'd express with an aggressive crease in his brow that his line of work required such outlandish behaviors of leaving the Citadel on multiple occasions and who better to trust these duties than the Prince's right-hand man rather than a Glaive or messenger that would surely reward a lazy uncaring desire other than "it was for the prince".

Emery had later laid her concerns on such developments over a hot cup of Ebony that they blissfully enjoyed together. Sitting at a quaint table for two she continues her claim on the matter that perhaps the prince was being slightly careless to put him in harm's way too easily.

Ignis' demeanor slowly chipped away at that as he let out a soft warm chuckle. He shows her his sincere gratitude to her fear over his life but reassures that such a thing isn't greatly worrisome to him as he js heavily battle-trained.

With the coffee having grown warm in their hands, and the conversation pleasant between them. He rewards her one last sacred thought of his that despite his skills in battle and tacticial smarts he cannot deem to put his life on the line because he had a vow that must be uphold at all costs. One he made with King Regis—the very father figure he had grown to admire and look up to.

They meet up again some months later, once more conversing over a cup of coffee in a shop he visits regularly. This bit of news surprises Emery and slowly the peices as to why she's been especially blessed with his presence more than she should've.

He goes to claim it has the best Ebony in all of Lucis and Emery concurred, sheepishly going so far as to admit that she works at such establishment simply because of their outstanding grade of Ebony beans. Ignis was mildly impressed and even applauds her with his honest words of support for landing such a prominent line of work in an art lost on many. Many have told him it's a acquired taste but he begs to differ. They both fond themselves laughing at the lighthearted subject of beans and tastebuds.

It wasn't until many coffee breaks later that he confesses his love for cooking. He seemed almost shy about admitting it to her and Emery, much like he had her, rewards him her support that cooking was such an amazing skill to have and there was no shame in following such a dream because he is a man. If anything she thought it was amazing that he found a hobby he was greatly passionate about. Ignis had looked at her with so much awe in his eyes at that, and Emery felt a bashful flush rise onto her face as the depths of his green eyes were so very like the shine of the rarest peridot.

As the months continued to pass, she'd spend her days like any other. Those rare occasions when Ignis would appear the highlight of them all. It didn't matter the conversation, Ignis was always a gentleman, he spoke to her in kindness and equality. His tone washed and proper—intelligently spoken but Emery found that highly reasonable given his line of work. She'd go so far as to admit only to herself that she finds it incredibly attractive.

However, though he screamed of exquisite richness, and spoiled lifestyles, he was everything but. She knew better than to see only his lavish title of royalty and well-kept appearances. Ignis may not have foreardly spoken it but he was not from such royal bloodlines. He surely looked the part but Emery could discern the foreign presence deeply hidden behind the portrayal of his front. If she had to guess she'd say he was from Tenabrae. She neither mentions or asks him such personal questions. Due time if he so wished to he would tell her, until then she will keep silent to her private musings.

Though he had no other reasons to stay, Ignis always chose to drink his Ebony there when he did happen to drop by. And though she didn't always confront him she knew he understood why. As her work place it would be unfit to sit and idly chat with a costumer, no matter if they were from the royal line dedicated to one Prince Noctis.

Still, not once during their talks had he flaunted his position in her face, never had he treated her with perishable disgust or look down upon her as someone who isn't royally relevant to him. No, Ignis was always refined, towards her and to bystanders alike. She couldn't stress enough on why he stuck around. And perhaps she didn't need too because out of most her days, he was what brought her the most happiness.

It didn't matter in the slightest how many days or months ticked by, Emery would easily remember him—a smile upon her face as she'd pinpoint certain highlights of their chats that caught her attention. From the thick tone of his accented voice to the all-too-familiar straining smiles he'd wear to discourage her concerns when she asked if he was getting enough rest at the Citadel.

These days were when she seen him as the young man he was, though posh and pampered he still was only twenty-three. Yet in his line of work one would think otherwise. These would be the days she truly got a glimpse of how worn down by the stress he was, those dormant worries on his mind were hardly brought to light. Yet, Emery knew from the creasing of his brows, to the deep frown on his lips that what was wearing him to the bone was something other than the workload of his profession. That distant dullness in his green eyes wasn't brought on by tiredness.

Emery eventually came to realize those time she is left alone to enjoy her coffee cravings that she thought of the bespectacled man a lot, which shouldn't be a surprise as Ignis could leave an impression but Emery knew the tug in her heart was more than a simple infatuation. Against her knowledge there was something blooming there with each interaction with the man and it pained her that she'd never give the feeling a moment to shine due to who they were and where their status lie.

Ignis was beautiful royalty, Emery was disgustingly ordinary. He would always deserve someone better, someone of noble birth like the family he had grown into. Never her.

She didn't see or hear from Ignis again until news of the marriage between their Prince and Oracle reached headlines. And Astrals did the news travel fast, alas not nearly as fast as her heart as she continued reading the headline and saw that one such Advisor was joining in the departure, ensuring at all costs that the prince make it safely to Altissia.

There was a visible tightness in her chest as the words repeat in her head. Altissia...? That was so far away. Would she see him again?

Emery hastily shook her thoughts away, she knew better than to allow the distraught emotion through when this was how it would've always panned out. Ignis wasn't nor had he ever shown an interest in her, the shared friendship—hardly even that if one were to ask and these feelings she had for the man will always be unrequited. He was forever out of her league. No matter the truths she would never bring herself upon him because it'll be looked down upon, a dishonor to the Scientia name.

There's a forlorn smile that breaches her lips at such disgraceful thoughts, the blatant understanding that she didn't have any fears over rejection because never would he see her, not now or ever, when he had his duty to his King. And with that in mind, she manages to resume her work.

It was slow the day of the prince's leave, as expected as many gathered outside the Citadel or their hovered over their radios to listen in on the ceremonial uproar, equally sending their sincere wishes on his safe journey and congratulations upon the arrangement.

It was truly a day spent in joy but Emery didn't feel much like celebrating. Not when her most valued customer would never again grace her with his presence. She fought herself over going to see him off but she brought the idea down multiple times when she realized that would just hurt her more.

It wasn't until mid-day that she was rewarded a visit...his visit.

Emery had offered her greetings to the newcomer, getting prepared to take their order. Yet, evidently when she looked up she wasn't nearly prepared, let alone composed enough when her grey-blue eyes met Ignis' green.

It would've been an understatement on just how drastically her moon brightened upon his unexpected visit.

There was a second that she thought he wished to speak outside of the selective choice of his desired beverage but alas his eyes remained disconnected from the words that fell from his lips. In the end he smiles weakly, expressing lightly that he couldn't possibly leave Lucis without first delving into his addictive craving of Ebony—and not just any but hers.

Emery fought back tears at this, laughing so heartily—tragically, his own in tune, masculine and radiant and just purely beautiful to Emery.

When they sit together, he promises over the mug that when he returns he will make her his favorite dish that compliments Ebony harmoniously—Chiffon Cake.

Hope blooms in her chest and with a nod she promises that she would wait for however long that was, if it be a month, a year, a eternity.

Unspokenly she vows to wait...for him.

It wasn't until way after the Incident at Altissia that she saw him again. Since the light disappeared from their world not many still cared how long it had been as time was the last thing anyone needed to be reminded. It was just more of a strain on whether their King would return and bring their fears to an end.

Emery on the hand kept perfect track on how long it had been since she last saw Ignis, the real Ignis, not the pictures or words plastered on the faces of newspapers.

Six years... Six very long years had flow and went. Five of those spent in an eternal darkness that shook the land by storm.

After the treaty gone sour with Niflheim, the Empire took rein over Insomnia and the city fell into discord that same day. She knew it was a farse to believe they'd willingly agree upon peace between the rival countries. And though no one could've expected the outcome it still should've been suspected.

She and many others were quickly escorted beyond the wall by Glaives and Kingsguard alike—survivors she recons from the Citadel, for though there is no King to protect, King Regis assuredly ordered his people's safely out of the city before his untimely demise. That was just the kind of man their late King was. To the day, Emery will never come to grips on why she was left standing while thousands of honorable men and women and children were to die because they just happened across her first.

Lestallum was where she ended up on most parts, working part-time in maintaining power through all of Eos until their King returned. On occasion she'd help the healers in providing support to the refugees that were once lost in the darkened world of Daemons, only to be returned once the power reached their hideouts.

She didn't complain or hate the job, but it was something she wouldn't have seen herself doing were the world not in such disarray. She was a caring, giving soul but she was no fighter. The hunters were quick to teach her such skills as no one was safe to live in their world without at least knowing the basics of combat.

It was another busy day of work when the hushed whispers of a certain man had taken an interest in the town's rising popularity. It wasn't uncommon for newcomers to take refuge from other outposts but this particular one had Emery halting in her steps.

Against her better judgment she had to know more, many leads didn't bear fruit but she always had hope that there would be word that was truly genuine. Yet the rumors were just that, and the so-called spottings never held incremental details.

Ignis, since Altissia's downfall was like a ghost in the wind, not only was he quiet but widely transparent. No soul alive had heard or seen him around, and that worried Emery immensely.

All she had to go by was the assurances from Gladio and Prompto, their words of comfort her fuel to keep her worries a bay. They consistently inform her that the man was fine and that though he was as healthy as to be expected, he needed to find his bearings and a deeper resolves before retuning to the eye of the public.

Emery took a quick break from her work and hastily took off to where the hushed murmurs of such news resided. The rumors this time was that a man matching Ignis' description was seen in Lestallum. Having some shread of hope she aims for such direction, quickly ascending the steps leading toward the power plant. Her heartbeat picked up on its own accord the closer she got, rracing and hammering in her chest like a joyous hummingbird.

Reaching the top, she spots him. There he stood, his back to her, in his regal darkened jacket coeurl printed shirt and pants, his hair slicked back much like she remembered so many years ago. She doesn't have time to admire the resistance of his hair gel in such insane heat that was due to Lestallum's consistency to their power plant because her grey eyes widened in horror the moment she took in his face.

The first thing she took notice to were the darkened glasses upon the beautiful bridge of his nose and the scars his once handsome face lacked. Beneath the eyewear, her eyes didn't greet green, rather they were closed, long dark lashes resting comfortably across his cheeks.

Emery's breath hitches so terribly and she feels her eyes sting with tears, the words she worked so hard to prepare, caught in her throat. "Is someone there?" He had said his voice rich with curiosity. The bespectacled woman had heard what occurred in Altissia but she hadn't realized the papers were so undescriptive to the true weight he bore there. "Oh Iggy..." was all she could say, the tears too heavy to truly express her thoughts.

"Emery?" He turns his head towards her, keeping his head poised to the ground. Her sobs heighten that no matter how much time had pasted between them or how severely he was injured, he still knew it was her by just her voice.

They spent the remainder of his days there, over looking the power plant conversing—not how they used to however, as that man had lost somewhat a part of the flame that made him whole–and explaining to her what transpired during the time he was away. Frankly, nothing good seemed to follow them on their journey, and in the end, the King was sent to gather the remaining strength he needed to rid their world of the darkness that had befell them five years ago.

They only seemed to grow closer as the years passed and though Emery identified her feelings long ago, Ignis had deliberately refused to notice the yearning as his duty must come first. He had sadly expresses that she would be seen as second in his mind and that wasn't fair to her. Except, Emery didn't care about that, she knew his King would always be his priority but what of after? Didn't Ignis deserve love too? He sacrificed so much for everyone and what had he gotten in return? A wound so vast that it removed the very dream of seeing the future he sought to witness most. Both for himself and for Noctis.

Ignis had strictly declined on all accounts when she reassures him of this but Emery wouldn't let him speak such disrespect to himself anymore. They had endured enough and for the first time in all their interactions, she made the first move and kissed him. Ignis was taken aback, a gasp sharply tugged from his scarred lips but he didn't pull away, she gave him reasonable opportunity to but he does the opposite, quickly falling into tune with her.

Regardless of what he thought, his feelings mattered just as much as his sworn vow to his Majesty. If he wouldn't give himself the chance then Emery would because he deserved this most. They deserved to have a moment to themselves, to heal, to grow...to live. Not for others but for themselves too.

When the King returns ten years after his absence, Ignis and the rest of his repertoire gather at his side, welcoming their Majesty with a sacred bow of their secret bonds.

Ignis doesn't return to Lestallum for another couple of months, the dawn had broke through not nearly a month after his departure and Emery knew their plans had bore success in tarnishing the darkness.

One day, Emery was granted her wishes and Ignis returned to her, Prompto in tow behind him. She eagerly runs past the blonde man and slides into his open arms, Ignis expertly seeking out her lips, tears beading at the corners of her eyes, joyful and worry-free that he survived his expedition to Insomnia. That he came home...to her.

Having accepted his purposal she found herself going with the two men, returning to a city long deserted but not forgotten. Rebuilding was already in play and their new King ensured that prosperity would return to Lucis first and foremost.

Emery having come back to the present, stares deeply at Ignis beside her. His smile was sincere but his sigh heavy. "How foolish of me to think otherwise. Thank you, my dear, I truly can't address enough how much your words mean to me, nor will the words I have be sufficient enough."

"No need, Iggy, I know already. I'll always know your feelings because you don't hide such things from me. You bear your heart right on your sleeve for only my eyes to see."

Emery moves in her seat, leaning over the console. She reaches for him and kisses him squarely on the lips. He cups her cheek with a gentle and calloused hand, recuperating her advance. "I know there are some things you still can't achieve, so allow me to give you a second of remembrance." She had murmured against his lips.

"Oh? And what's that?" His voice was greatly intrigued.

Grining widely Emery backs away from the bespectacled man. "C'mon, switch me spots."

Ignis' face betrays his very surprise, pale green eyes wide behind the protective visor. "I'm sorry? You can't be serious?"

Nope she absolutely was, and by the time he finishes that sentence she had already stepped out of the car. Her heels clack against the concrete as she makes her way around to his side. "Darling, I think this is very ill-advised."

She giggles at his concerns and pulls open the door, reaching for his hand. She guides him out, standing before him. With a tilt of her head, she meets his face. "Oh, Iggy I'm right here, I'll be there with you every second of the way. Besides no one is on the road anyway—Daemons or humans alike."

"Still, I-" Emery places a finger to those lips that deem to fight her. "Believe what you will but I want to do this for you, how long has it been since you've had the control of driving?" She chases her hands across his broad chest, pressing them palm down against the beating of his heart. "No worrying over others driving, or the helplessness you feel when you can't re-learn the simplest skill such as idle transportation. Let me reclaim this for you. With a little guidance, you can easily find the same patterns you used to own."

"I don't condone this for one minute." Ignis had expressed strictly, thin brows creased in the uncertainty of the subject.

"It'll be fun, I promise. I swear to you I would not dare put us in harm's way. This is solely for us," she shakes her head, her black hair falling into her face. "No—for you... Just trust me enough to do this okay?"

Ignis seems to consider it before he releases a deep exhale. With a gentle smile, he gracefully finds her hands with his and brings them to his lips. He presses an affectionate kiss to them. "Very well, just this once. And only for a brief couple miles, I cannot stress that enough."

"Deal!" Emery nods excitedly, leading him to the driver's side of the Regalia. He slides into the seat with ease, curling and uncurling his fingers around the steering wheel.

Emery lingers beside the door, absorbed in the faraway look shadowing his face. His lips part for the confession of his thoughts. "It's been years since I've been behind this wheel, it's almost too much to bear the thought of driving his Majesty's royal steed again."

With a tender voice, Emery speaks in tandem to his musings. "Iggy, driving is like riding a bike you never forget. It's your eyes that betray you, all you need is a patient and willing guide to assist you through the parts you cannot possibly reclaim on your own."

"I suppose you are right." Suddenly he shifts, familiarizing himself with his surroundings. "My word, I don't remember the Regalia being so tightly snug." Emery flushes and lightly pats him on the shoulder. "Hey now, I don't have ridiculously long legs as you! Just re-adjust the seat."

As he does so Emery makes her way into the passenger seat pulling the door shut behind her. "All set?" He inquired, falling into those patterns she knew he would. Its not that she expected any less, he was most familiar with the Regalia than any of the bros so it's only natural to feel comfortable in the environment after so long without.

"Yep! It's a straight road ahead so you may begin when you are comfortable enough."

It takes less then a second for Ignis to shift the Regalia into drive, lightly pressing on the gas pedal. He takes a slow advance and that was perfectly okay with Emery. Despite being tired earlier she felt much more awakened. This may be a new experience for Ignis but for her as well.

Her eyes linger on her boyfriend and he easily addressed her. "Eyes on the road, love, not on me." Emery isn't by all means surprised he could sense her intense gaze. She smiles, her melodious voice teasingly charming, "The road is so boring, though, while you on the other hand are far more lovely to stare at."

"We had a deal, you guide not oogle."

With pursed lips Emery accepts defeat, crossing her arms. It's not that he could see her loss anyway. "Fine, but I assure you there are no curves or turns for another five miles. So drive how you would've with Noct. I've not witnessed such beauty and must grace my eyes upon it."

"Who do you get these assumptions from... Wait don't tell me—Prompto I take it?"

Emery hums gleefully low in her throat, crossing her leg atop the other. "Not verbally no, but he has the pictures to corroborate my claim."

"I see, either way, I feel most appropriate that your eyes remain where mine cannot—on the road."

"Okay, okay. No need to beg." His chuckle is beautifully resounding in the small space of the Regalia.

A comfortable silence finds them soon thereafter as Ignis focuses solely on the task at hand, teasing his speed, his keen hearing listening to the purr of the engine when he leans more weight into the gas pedal. "I must admit, this is quite exhilarating."

"I personally don't see the thrill of it, it's such a boring sport. As a driver, you don't get the same luxury of capturing the world around you as you pass, but the consistency of eyeing the road, or else you'll crash or harm someone."

"That, my dear is a responsible driver's sacrifice to ensure their passengers are taken safely from point A to B." Ignis shifts idly, re-adjusting his visor atop his nose. "I suppose it's just not for all, certainly not for young Noct and Prompto, they have a very low attention span to focus. I can't rightly say when I felt so frightened." His mouth twitched at the memory, the glimpse of a saddened smile shown upon scarred lips.

Emery gets lost in the hazy gaze of his reminiscence, the cloudy look of his damaged eyes so graphically open for all the world to see...yet none saw as much as she does in this moment. Tearing her eyes away she distracts her forward mind to less stimulating thoughts. Slowly she moves onto working the clasps of her heels loose, the heavy shoes falling to the floor beside her.

"Getting comfortable?" Not once does Ignis remove his eyes from.the road and Emery nods to his question. "Yes, my feet are killing me, I needed to get them off hours ago."

Ignis reaches over and finds her thigh, he gives a gentle squeeze. He doesn't say anymore as he keeps his attention on where he needs to. Emery, nonetheless is touched at the gesture, finding said hand and lacing their fingers together. With her other she changes the station a couple times, lowering the volume so it's a mere low murmur.

She doesn't tell him it's been a couple of miles already, not when her eyes catch the calm relaxation wash over his face. He deserved to remember this part of his life, and she was in no rush to take over so soon anyway.

Emery yawns and stretches her back embracing the feel of the night air hitting her hands from the top having been put down upon departure. She opens the glove box and grabs her things, digging into the hand purse she discarded the moment they reached the Citadel to retrieve a hair tie. Watching the road still, Emery gathers her long wavy hair and ties it into a sloppy but attractive bun. She had no desire to re-tie it the same way it had been at the party, not when the wind would simply ruin it again like it had the moment they took off.

In the rearview mirror, she catches her reflection and noticed her makeup had smeared slightly from her tears. Removing her glasses she wipes as much of it away before replacing the eyewear atop her nose.

"It's been a while, are you wishing to stop?" She asked, changing the station aimlessly once more. Ignis hums with a shake of his head. "I must say I do not, I quite enjoy the slow cruise you are rewarding me."

Emery beams lovingly, accepting. Gingerly reaching toward him, she pushes some ashen hair back that had fallen loose from his pompadour. He doesn't seem to mind the touch, nor does she have the impulse to stop it. "Very well, don't hesitate to inform me alright?"

"Never." He promises.

Once more Emery finds the comfort of guiding and instructing Ignis on where they were and what turns were coming up. He doesn't trust himself enough to make those challenges and yet opposed to her disagreement, she helps him through the obstacles regardless, quickly finding that the fear he felt over it was just that—fear.

Ignis' body and mind would always remember what is what and how to react despite his eyes not providing the visual picture. Emery almost didn't even have to worry as his instincts took rein over the insufficiency, similarly to how his other senses had.

Having slowed down since their earlier pace, Emery perks over curious, eyes drawn to the speed that read he was barely below 40mph. She means to ask him why when her gaze falls upon his lounging stature. In that moment all passing thoughts were lost on her as her very breath escaped her.

With an arm rested comfortably on the console beside her, he drove beautifully carefree, long legs spread beneath the dash, neck bared and screaming to be ravished and kissed, as his cloudy green eyes map out where the road should be.

Emery couldn't deem to explain what it was that made her so wonderously flustered. She had caught glimpses of his driving from Prompto's pictures, but never like this... Not nearly so sexually intoxicating.

There's a very potent heat that overwhelms Emery and her lips part without the need too. Behest to her, a low hungry moan escapes her. Ignis instantly turns his head towards the noise and she nearly forgets his hearing is far superior than hers so if she could barely hear it, he on the other hand heard it plainly. "Is something the matter, my dear?"

Ignis begins to move aside for her join him in the middle but Emery stops him with a warm hand on his arm. Leaning further she shifts, sitting on her knees atop the seat. "Don't, please..." She says softly, nearly begging and with purposeful intent she presses her other hand atop his leg. Ignis' breath hitches gorgeously, greatly appalled at such extreme alter in her behavior. "Just what are you aiming?"

"Shh, focus... You are still perfectly straight." He is quick to take notice to the heaviness of her tone and he swallows deeply, the bob of his adam's apple entirely sexy to her as her eyes follow the movement greedily. "Do you realize how incredibly delightful you look right now? I just want to touch you... I mean you're practically begging me too."

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Ignis' foot slips when her hand climbs higher, full pink lips caressing his neck, breath ghosting. The Regalia revs at the rash movement and he covers her hand with his that was slowly making its way further up his thigh. "E-Emery, It's very crucial that you don't."

Despite his hand constricting hers she was still able to move it. Eagerly and unabashedly she finds purchase upon the very obvious growing bulge beneath the black trousers. He moans almost too eagerly. His grip tightens, remaining still atop his hardening cock. He makes no actions of moving her away.

"This is most dire that you wait until we are home, I hate to decline you this but alas I must insist." His voice was strained and labored and wonderfully tantalizing to Emery.

The bespectacled woman presses her palm against him, her parted lips skimming his skin as she kisses his jaw, her tongue filthy as it aims to taste the sharpness of it.

The Advisor's eyes slip closed before he brings the Regalia to a complete halt. "There is no way I deem to wait until then." She bites his earlobe, her voice a sensual whisper of teeth and tongue. "You don't need to be driving for me to reward you this."

Ignis' breath shamelessly skips at the impact of those words and he lays his head back against the headrest, hips rising into her teasing hand, thirsty for more, beautifully willing to submit.

Emery grins at his surrender, putting the car in park and slowly begins to undo the belt around his hips, the metal clinking before giving way, she follows with unbuttoning the dress slacks, sliding her other hand beneath the remaining coverage of him. Ignis moans gruffly, fingers tightly wrapped around the steering wheel. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." She confesses huskily.

"I presume a very long time..." He gasps out, voice raspy and thick with pleasure. Emery slides his trousers and boxers away with a shove, revealing his hard moistened cock to her eyes. Her mouth salavates with want, the scorching of her body flaring with the anticipated desire to taste him and all he had to offer her.

"Oh Astrals!" Ignis exclaimed hoarsely when Emery wasted no time in taking him in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around the head, drinking in the slick pre-cum that had gathered there from her teasing touch. She praises him with a complimentary whine, savoring his masculine flavor.

With a hand loosely wrapped around the base, Emery falls into a slow pace, easing her head down his length as far as she deemed appropriate before sliding back up. She repeated this notion, relaxing her jaw, occasionally using her tongue when the muscles grew too strained.

Above her Ignis was a moaning mess, hips jerking into her ravenous mouth. Emery cried out blissfully, sliding away to lick stripes up the sides of cock with her wet tongue, kind fingers stroking him along. He curses deeply and Emery furrows her brows at the heavenly sound. It was rare to hear such language fall from the Advisor's mouth, let alone in the presence of the one he cherished most.

Yet, the more he reacts the more she sucks and licks, their noises along with the obscene action so vulgar and lewd and just entirely erotic beyond words to her.

Every blissful second his deep and guttural voice rings out drives her wildly insane. Her thighs instinctively rub together and she feels the slickness of her arousal glide hotly against her succulent lower lips. Her lack of protective wear beneath her frilly slitted dress made it so easy to induce pleasure. The more she writhes for more the further she sucks him off. Going slow, deep and sensual. Anything that'll drive them both to the very depths of cloud nine.

With an auditable pop, Emery released Ignis' cock, her breath coming out in a rough pants. She welcomes the musk of his scent, his arousal that much more appealing to her than he dares to know. Her glasses fog up and she is quick to remove them, tossing them into the backseat.

Ignis slides a hand into her loose hair, her black bangs falling into her eyes as they stick to her sweaty forehead. Emery bites her lip, catching sight of his flushed face, his scarred lips parted and begging to be devoured by her own. Soon she tells herself, right now she isn't done taking in this exquisite recipe made just for her.

Driven to satisfy, Emery continues her pleasure-seeking actions, taking his cock back into her mouth, swirling and lapping her tongue around his length, slowly inch by inch she takes him farther than ever before. She nears her hand around his girth before she voluntarily slips it away, chasing it across his clothed thigh before she takes him as deeply as her throat would allow. Her hand grips his thigh and she whimpers at the fullness of the stretch.

Ignis abruptly lets out a gluttonous groan, his hips lifting further into the tight cavern of her generous mouth. There's a sharp roar of the engine heard in her ears as his foot must've hit the gas due to the extreme bliss he was experiencing. She pays it no mind. Sliding back she takes him just as deeply once more, pulling back when her reflexes deemed to fight the intrusion.

Only when she releases him fully, resting her gag reflex does the Regalia return to a gentle hum. Yet, not once does she cease her pleasuring as she quickly falls into a rhythm of licking up his cock, humming contently against it. Ignis' hand tightens, black hair falling loose but she deems to care less if it gets wet from her saliva.

Ignis' other hand finds her face soon after, assisted her away from his cock. Emery whines at the loss but does as she's asked nonetheless. She ensures to leaves a loving kiss before sitting up straight.

Whiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Ignis, cups her face fully, tracing her swollen lips with his thumb. She smiles against them. "Though I am immensely enjoying everything you are giving me, I cannot bear that you are receiving nothing in return."

"This is for you, Ignis, I don't need anything more than what you've already given ten times over."

"I dare say you are incorrect my love," With the remainder of his sentence on his tongue, he pulls Emery closer, guiding her atop him. It's a tight squeeze, no doubt, but Ignis is quick to adjust the seat so it's perfectly comfortable for them both.

On her knees above him, Emery cups his face with both hands. "You deserve just as much... You are the light in my eyes, Emery, I refused to sit idly and steal all the pleasure. We are in this together, remember? What's mine is yours, if I chase the stars then you follow."

The smile that reaches her lips is beautifully ethereal and she leans down to kiss him, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. The kiss plays out gentle and sweet—heartfelt at first until it drastically increases due to their pent-up sexual desires. They both equally moan into one another, tasting each other's victorious tongues as they dance and tangle in a sloppy affectionate embrace.

It doesn't take much for their heads to cloud from the loss of oxygen and Ignis pulls away to grant them such. They both pant unevenly, brows furrowed, and eyes hazy with lust.

Emery expertly sought his gaze, gingerly lifting her hands to remove the protective visor from them. Much like her own she carefully tosses them in the backseat. Only then can she fully respect and enjoy his loving stare, free of the cage he locks them behind.

Pale sightless green eyes capture her grey-blue without much effort. The arousal he was experiencing was so vividly present within the cloudy swirls. She glides her fingers gently over the scars, leaning forward to kiss each and every one, her voice tender and loving against the marred flesh. "Let us soar then—together. As one, forever and ever until we join the very Astrals above and find each other once more."

Ignis finds her lips a second time, mapping them out with his tongue, biting and sucking, her gasps of excitement wondrous in their ears. Emery lowers herself fully onto his lap, his cock dripping with pre-cum and unbearably hard just for her. She whimpers brokenly when he jerks up into her awaiting pussy.

He makes quick work to touch her, gliding and caressing her, squeezing her thighs tenderly, following onto her ass where he palms the plump flesh in his large hands. Emery arches her back, hands finding his broad shoulders. There's a sudden press to her aching middle and Emery knew it was the presence of his fingers. He groans deeply at her intoxicating sullen folds pushing aside the drenched panties. He doesn't even hesitant to enforce the pleasure she rewarded him and thrusts a finger deeply within her. She cried out loudly, head thrown back. "My how I wish I could see how exquisite you look right now."

Bottom lip between harsh teeth, Emery flushes red at his compliment. He adds a second and she sees white, her walls much too sensitive and eager for just this treatment. She needs something far more pleasurable, something thicker, something that only he could provide, hitting all those spots he's memorized years ago. "Ahh, Iggy, I need more... Please, I need you..."

"Anything for you, my love." Ignis removes his fingers from her in an instant and aligns his cock at her entrance instead. Emery is the one that binds their union as she sinks down on him swiftly and completely.

"Bloody fucking hell!" He immediately purred in ecstasy, his accented velvety voice much more heavy and foreign—sexy. Emery gasps sharply, wasting no time in rolling her hips against his. Her body was quick to adjust to the stretch of him within her, her body thrumming in the waves of pure raptured bliss at their union, the inner walls accommodating to the fullness only he could benefit.

With eyes heavy-lidded and breath brokenly disheveled she finds the buttons to his suit and breaks them away from his body, pulling the white dress shirt open shortly thereafter. She spreads her fingers across the bare skin she's released.

Her hips still above him when she hastily wastes no more time in loving him for she buries her face in the column of his neck, kissing and sucking and biting any amount of delicious flesh she deems to find at her disposal. Her tongue slides over the metal pendant he constantly wears, and she moans, her lips following its decent to nibble at his collarbones.

Ignis' pleasurable noises are well received as he bares himself to her wholly. He traveled his hands down her hips, reminding her of just how much he needs her to move. Though she understands and obeys she bites him in retaliation, kissing the spot with her tongue.

Emery pulls back long enough to lock their gazes, picking up their joining pace, rocking her hips in short but effective rolls, he meets her halfway, thrusting up into her pussy powerfully and deeply. Her eyes slip closed at the strength of them, his name an affectionate purr of blissful praise.

Having removed a hand from Ignis' shoulder, she places it on the door of the Regalia instead. Using her legs she lifts herself further, Ignis' cock gliding sinfully across her seeking yet hungry walls, until she sinks back down with full force, sharply rocking and gliding her hips against his. She repeated the motions, drawn to the delicious obscene noises their bodies create together.

Ignis' lips find purchase upon hers, dominating her mouth with a determined tongue. She gasps into him, his hands chasing up her back, fingers toying with the straps of her dress as they show him very little resistance. With ease, they slip down her shoulders. Emery mewls into him one last time before he drags his mouth away, trailing scorching open-mouthed kisses down the valley of her neck. Marking her as his with his teeth.

Emery cards her fingers through his ashen hair, the soft strands hardly distracting when he releases the flimsy protection the dress provided her breasts. He palms the naked mounds in his hands, his mouth replacing them. Her noises rise by the second and she couldn't be more happy that no one was around to hear her risqué screams.

Snaking an arm tightly around the small of her back, he thrusts up into her sharply—deeply, taking her hardened nipple between his teeth, sucking and ravishing them with his skilled mouth.

With a broken whimper, her back bows, legs quicken her bounces, ignoring the burn that was beginning to present within the muscles. Ignis groans against her chest, his hot breath sending jolts of pleasure all throughout her body. From the tips of her hair all the way down to her toes. His wonderous cock only adding fuel to the already raging inferno that was swirling within her.

Ignis reclaims his grip on her hips, tossing his head back against the headrest, assisting her through the strain of the position. His pace picks up along with hers, the Regalia heard in the background, purring along with their rigorous activity, neither deeming to care to shut off the engine before they began.

Sliding a hand between them Ignis stroked her swollen clit with his thumb, she was so wet he was able to keep perfect sync with his thrusts. He praises her, allowing her release over his own and its all but a couple strokes more before the tightly wound coil of her sexual peak snaps.

In a splash of white Emery comes with a hoarse cry, his name rolling off her tongue like the most delectable dish he ever did partake. Her back curls backwards, gracefully shaped against the steering wheel. He holds her hips up, riding out her orgasm with languid strokes to her throbbing walls with his cock, her body trembling at the sensational floods of rewarding her the hightest undiluted euphoria known to man.

Just hearing her, and feeling her climax was enough to drive him over the edge and with one final deep powerful thrust he comes with her, spilling heavily and hotly within her, painting her pulsating walls with his delightful essence. The broken husky moan of his orgasm his most beautiful.

Both fall exhaustively limp against one another, breaths too ragged to get any words out. Not that any were needed at this time. Just the way he gingerly pressed satisfied lips to her shoulder or stroked kind fingers down her back were enough to tell her more than enough how wonderfully she was and that despite the circumstances he was content and appeased.

"Let us not tell his Majesty of this, please." Ignis chuckled shortly at her bizarre choice in conversation, turning his head toward the murmur of her muffled voice deeply buried into his shoulder.

Emery smiles weakly when he curls her hair behind her ear, stroking her arm and back. She hums content, unmoving, too tired were she to try honestly. So she doesn't, she merely closes her eyes and listens to his deep breathing, basking in the afterglow of the moment.

Ignis leans his head back, chest rising and falling as their heartbeats slow together. "I assure you, my lips are sealed, what Noct doesn't know surely won't kill him."

"I'll be thorough to ensure no evidence is left behind. The last thing I need is them poking fun at me and talking about matters that don't concern them. We've already been through that before. I wish to keep this memory solely between us."

"I couldn't agree more."

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A/N

Hope you all enjoyed!! Writing this was such a exhilarating experience for me as this is the very first time I've written anything in this Fandom, let alone this pairing. So I apologize if the characters are ooc. Also if there are any errors or misspellings, I promise to fix them when I have the time.

Leave your thoughts if you have any, I love hearing them, whether they be good or bad. I enjoy them all equally.