"Welcome home, darling." Ignis purrs to you, his ungloved hand moving to gently grasp yours to draw you closer to him. "Pardon my apron, love, but I have been quite busy in my surprise for you for your birthday." He smiles and gently lowers his head to kiss your forehead, then lower to kiss the tip of your nose, then lower still, capturing your lips in a languid kiss. His free hand reaches up to gently pet fingers along your jaw. "Now, tell me," he smirks. "Do you want dinner, or dessert first?"
Blinking, I quietly gasp as his naked hand touches mine. I can’t help but let it rest softly near his shoulder, fingers tightening a little with each kiss received until the last one makes me move it to rest it behind his head.“The apron is not an issue. Isn’t it great to show love to the cook with a kiss?” Giggling a little, I rest both hands over his chest now, feeling the fabric of the apron under my fingers.
“What a difficult decision to make… May I ask for a little taste of that dessert of yours?” Looking up at him from under my lashes, I bite my lips in anticipation.