Sorry about the wait, nothing was working the way I wanted to, so I started over with a new idea. …And then I came here and remembered the domestic bit… >_< Sorry. I can try again if you like, but here’s this.
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Wouldn’t It Be Ice?
Prompto loved ice skating.
He had said as much last week when Noct mentioned that set-up had begun on the large rink that popped up in the center of the city every year.
Not much else was said on the subject until Ignis was giving him a ride home in the Regalia. As they pulled up to Prompto’s house, he had given him a warm smile and admitted that he hadn’t been skating himself since he was a child, and had asked if Prompto might like to go with him.
Prompto had eagerly agreed. It was no secret among them (well, among Gladio, Noct, and himself) that he had a crush on the advisor larger than the citadel.
The agreed upon evening arrived, and Prompto showed up to the rink as a bundle of nervous energy. He’s just a friend, he’s just a friend, he reminded himself, even as images of holding Ignis’ hand while they skated, accidentally slipping so the Ignis could catch him and hold him close, and Ignis leaning down to press soft, gentle kisses to his lips filled his mind.
Gods, wouldn’t that be nice?
Maybe, if tonight went well, he would find the courage to tell Ignis how he felt.
“Prompto,” a voice behind him caused him to turn around. There was Ignis, bundled up in a black, woven knee-length coat. He wore a dark blue scarf, and a pair of earmuffs sat nestled on his head.
“Ignis,” Prompto said with a smile, his breath fogging up the air. Gods, he looked gorgeous.
Ignis smiled warmly at him and gestured toward the skate rental stand. “Shall we?”
After they rented and laced up their skates, they walked on wobbly feet onto the rink.
The sun was just beginning to set, casting orange and pink rays down onto the ice. It was stunning.
They did a few rounds on the ice. Ignis was a little unsteady on his feet, not having skated in many years, but he quickly go the hang of it, and was soon able to skate without his hand on Prompto’s shoulder (much to Prompto’s disappointment.)
However, just being with Ignis was nice, and Prompto found that he was honestly content just being here as Ignis’ friend, even if he still longed for something more.
But then Ignis gave him a soft smile and easily slipped his hand into Prompto’s, and he began to wonder how the hell he was going to keep his composure around Ignis from now on, now that he knew what this felt like.
Night fell and the rink was dark for a few moments until bright, colorful lights came blinkling on.
“Wow,” Prompto breathed, as he looked around. The lights had been strung up all around the rink, twinkling down onto the ice and casting their glow upon the skaters.
“Breathtaking, is it not?” Ignis said from beside him.
“Yeah,” Prompto agreed. “This would make a hell of a place for a date.”
Instead of agreeing with him, Ignis went silent and stiff beside him and slipped his hand out of Prompto’s.
Prompto turned to find him frowning uncomfortably. “What’s wrong?”
Ignis was staring down at the ice. Prompto could have sworn he was blushing, but, no, there was no way. His face was probably just flushed from all the skating. “Prompto, I…” he started.
Okay, no, Ignis was definitely blushing.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, and started again. “Prompto, I had rather intended for this to be a date…” he confessed.
Oh.
“Oh.” Prompto tried to remember what Ignis had said when he had asked him. He had been getting out of the car, and Ignis had stopped him by saying his name. He had mentioned that he used to love ice skating as well and then he had said….
“Would you like to go out with me to the rink next week?”
Would you like to go out?
Go. Out.
Oh, shit. Prompto mentally kicked himself. Gods, Ignis must be thinking he was such an idiot right now.
Ignis cleared his throat again and cast his gaze to the side. “I…apologize. I should have made it clearer. If you do not wish for this to be a date, we can simply keep skating. Or, I can take you home, if you’d prefer.”
“No!” Prompto said quickly, taking an awkward step forward. Ignis looked at him, startled by his urgency, and blushed even deeper when he realized that Prompto was suddenly less than a foot away from him., and gods if that wasn’t somehow the most beautiful sight Prompto had seen.
“No,” Prompto said again, calmer this time. “I mean, I…six, how do I say this?” He took a deep breath and he could feel his own face flushing. “I like you, Ignis. Like, a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. So…I would really-and I mean really, really–love for this to be a date. So, um…yeah…”
Ignis smiled, looking relieved. “I’m glad to hear it.” He shifted so that he was closer to Prompto. “Would it be too bold of me to ask for a kiss right now?”
Instead of answering, Prompto grabbed the ends of Ignis scarf and gently tugged until the other man was face to face with him. He wasn’t entirely sure who leaned in first, but it didn’t really matter as their lips pressed together in the gentlest, warmest way.
It was like a kiss out of a fairy tale, with the shimmering lights, and the way their lips seemed to fit together perfectly–right up until the moment Prompto’s legs turned to jelly and he fell towards Ignis, sending them both crashing onto the ice.
“Shit,” Prompto swore. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, love,” Ignis said, his eyes sparkling in amusement. “And yourself?”
“I’ll live,” Prompto said with a grin. “Not exactly how I imagined our first kiss would go, though.”
“Oh,” Ignis smiled. “You imagined this, did you?”
Prompto blushed. “Well…yeah,” he said, like it was obvious.
“I’ll admit, I have, too,” Ignis confessed.
“Oh!” Prompto squeaked. Ignis had imagined kissing him. He didn’t quite know what to do with that information. “We should…uh…probably get up,” he said instead.
“Mmm, probably,” Ignis agreed, wrapping an arm around Prompto’s shoulders to pull him in for another kiss.
Wandering Jotun / Ignis-Sassentia 