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[noburden]

"You may."

It's easy to keep his gaze.

"But I want you to think of a request for me. Tell me a desire. I'll see if you've earned it."

She runs her hand over his side, very aware of how his mind will draw a blank. She doesn't mean for this to be complicated, and so she adds with a smile, "Please."

[rosarianoath]

She always wants to know, and time and time again, he’s resented having to consider his own desires, and the inevitable disappointment she’ll feel when he has nothing to offer. But it’s not so tonight — the answer is so close at hand that he just leans in towards her again, into that touch. He’d like to think his slow reply is more about it being embarrassing to voice than anything else.

“When you’re well and satisfied and had your fun,” he says. “Tie me up.”

It’s been so fucking long. There’s the briefest tension in his jaw, anticipation.

“Keep me as long as you have use for me, even if it’s just for my cock.”

[noburden]

There's the slightest lift of her brows--it's not surprise about the request itself, it's that he actually gave her one without her needing to dig and prod. Her smile soon follows, playful and fond.

"If you're good to me... I'll consider it."

[rosarianoath]

“I’ll be good,” he promises, and he decides to make good on that immediately. He leans back down to kiss her, again brief, this time teasing, as he immediately moves to kiss down her throat, and then downward still.

[noburden]

The brief kisses are frustrating, but she can't try to steal another when he's moving down her body. Is that being good? She's not sure. She does like the burn of his scruff against her neck.

"When I was getting ready to bed, I hoped you would come visit me," she tells him. What she did not hope for was Luis in her body, and she in his. It feels like a strange dream.

[rosarianoath]

“You must have felt me considering it,” he murmurs, against her skin. A big palm roves up her ribs, rumpling the sleek satin of her nightdress, finding a breast to grope. He presses a kiss to her sternum. He breathes in the scent of her skin. “I wanted to.”

[noburden]

She sighs, running her hand up and down his forearm. Her breast fits perfectly into his palm.

"How do you know you didn't sense my desire?" She teases. "I nearly went back downstairs to ask you to talk to me until I fell asleep, if nothing else."

To share his day and his thoughts with her. It would have been enough.

[rosarianoath]

“I would readily believe you have that power,” he murmurs, his bangs brushing her collarbone. He shifts his weight back onto his knees, freeing his other hand to join in feeling her up. “What would you have me say to you?”

[noburden]

She looks up at him, smile a little dreamy as he touches her without hesitation. She only guides his second hand over her ribs and to her other breast, cupping it. It's only fair.

"Whatever is on your mind," she tells him. "Your day, your plans for tomorrow. And perhaps you'd agree to sleep beside me if I asked nicely."

[rosarianoath]

He gropes her firmly, a thumb swiping over her nipple. His palms engulf her modest breasts, and then he brushes the hem down to expose a dark nipple.

“I want to sleep inside you tonight.”

[noburden]

The words go right between her legs. Jill breathes out, amused, and gently pulls on his arms in a silent request for a kiss.

"So closely together we lose where you begin and I end."

[rosarianoath]

“Inseparable,” he says, a thread of possessiveness on his voice. He follows her tug, laying atop her in the process, meeting her lips in a hard kiss.

[noburden]

His tone makes her purr beneath him, a leg hooking behind his as she kisses him. Inseparable. Her tongue just barely teases her mouth before she turns her face as if she needs to breathe, hand lifting to his scarred cheek.

"Is that what you'd like? To always be together, Clive?"

[rosarianoath]

Hadn't he come up those stairs earlier in the evening with reunion in mind? Fear flits through him. This could ruin everything. Bravery — and the desire to feel her hand like this always — compels him forward.

“I’ve always wanted it,” he says. He rocks his body weight against her, driving his groin against hers. “As a boy, as a lost soul, as a man facing oblivion…”

[noburden]

As a man stuck in time. Has anything really changed since December?

"It's my fate to be by your side. It's why we keep finding one another," she tells him, legs parting wider so she can fit his groin better to hers.

[rosarianoath]

He nods, a barely restrained thing against her cheek. The widening space between her legs lets him press right up against her, the denim fly of his jeans and the bulge behind it thick against the thin fabric of her nightdress.

“I need you…”

[noburden]

Music to her ears. The pressure of his arousal between her legs feels good, but hearing those words feels so much better. Best she give voice to the concerns rolling around in the back of her mind.

"I don't want you to feel used," she murmurs. "I don't want you to feel like this is all you're good for, Clive."

[rosarianoath]

He pulls back from her just to grab a pillow, take her under the knees, and lift her. He shoves the pillow under her hips and looks at her, thoughtlessly licking his lips.

“I am here of my own volition, am I not?”

[noburden]

"You are," she says with a soft laugh. He moves her so effortlessly. "And I'm so happy that you are. My best nights are the ones spent with you."

[rosarianoath]

“Let this be one of the best ones, then,” he says, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee as he takes the hem of her shirt nightgown in hand.

[noburden]

"Oh, he's eager to be tied up," Jill says, and because she rather this nightgown not suffer the same fate as its predecessor, she tugs the bottom up to expose herself to him.

[rosarianoath]

He chuckles, the rumble in his chest warm as he looks down at her bared pussy. He doesn’t hesitate to touch her, cupping her with one broad palm and stroking her gently.

“For you,” he promises, as he sinks to his knees, just off the bed.

[noburden]

Every part of her body fits so well into his hands. She smiles at him before looking up, towards the headboard, and reaching up to grab another pillow. It gets tucked under her head so she can better see over her propped hips.

"You're handsome," she tells him, "Even when you aren't between my legs."

[rosarianoath]

His broad shoulders spread her thighs wide, and he briefly leans his scarred cheek against her thigh as he kisses the flesh there. He runs his fingers along her lips.

“If it was only between your legs, I’d just have to spend more time there.”

[noburden]

"Don't make me take back what I said," she teases. "Or perhaps I can just say you are most handsome when between my legs."

No bias of course. She thinks he's handsome even when he's in a poor mood or in sore need of a bath. And perhaps it's not just when betwen her legs: it's when he's focused.