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[rosarianoath]

He nods fervently, kisses her wrist and pairs the thrust of his fingers with the insistent press of his hard cock against her. The way she writhes in his arms has him sweating, heart pounding in his chest.

“Every drop,” he breathes. “All yours, tonight and any night.”

[noburden]

The ease of his promise and the heat of his cock and the practice of his fingers has her in spasms before her brain can even register she's about to tip over the edge. She comes hard around his fingers, legs squeezing together around his hand. There's an attempt to look into his eyes--but it's too overwhelming, and so she's left with burying her face against him. He'll understand.

By the end of it, she's struggling to catch her breath.

[rosarianoath]

He stills as she locks him in with her thighs, keeping a gentle pressure against her as she pants through her orgasm. Undistracted by his own, it’s easier to appreciate the way she trembles in his arms, the way her body seems to spasm against his touch. He breathes out a long, hungry sigh, gazing down the length of her body.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “My lady…”

[noburden]

"Me?" Jill asks after a moment, breathless, but a laugh in her voice. "Perhaps."

Obvious teasing. She's always been his lady, and forever will be. It's fate, even if they take the long road to get there.

[rosarianoath]

He extracts his hand from between her thighs and runs it to her knee instead. He noses against her temple.

“There has never been anything more certain.” He reaches to drape her legs over his hip so he can curl himself around her tightly, one strong thigh right against her ass. “Thank you, for showing me your pleasure.”

[noburden]

"It's only possible because of you. Thank you, Clive."

She likes this position and how much of him is around her. If there's any sort of chill in the air, she can't feel it.

"This is nice," she tells him. Might as well. She smiles softly before nosing him back, beard against her face.

[rosarianoath]

He closes his eyes, comfortably warm, comfortable in the intimacy of holding her this way. He could sleep here, if he wasn’t too turned on to ignore it.

“You’re most welcome,” he says. “I could lay with you like this for years on end.”

[noburden]

"How wonderful that would be," she sighs, tipping her head go be able to kiss him. Softly, for now. "You could tell me about every day I've ever missed with you."

[rosarianoath]

Clive takes that kiss and meets it sweetly and slow, the flat of his palm gliding up her belly to rest on her ribs.

“I’ll tell you anything you want,” he murmurs. “Just to talk with you.”

[noburden]

"It's all important to me, just as you are," she tells him. Every experience, every thought, every emotion. "Treasured above all else."

Even now.

[rosarianoath]

He smiles, but for a second, the look in his eyes is faraway. He just kisses her again, his grip on her tightening gently.

“I love you, Jill.”

[noburden]

She catches that look in his eyes. Hard not to, when she's only been looking into them, studying his face. She returns the kiss, smile warming when he tells her he loves her. She knows.

"What thought crossed your mind?"

[rosarianoath]

Caught. He doesn’t feel too poorly about it, at least.

He admits:

“I haven’t always put you first, when I should have.”

[noburden]

She knows. Hearing him say it, however, makes her eyes sting, which catches her off guard and makes her gaze drop to his chin. She thinks she knows where she stands in his life, but that doesn't mean she doesn't wish she sat higher.

"Saving the world understandably comes before me," she says, managing some humor in her tone. The rest? Well, some of it is up for debate.

[rosarianoath]

“Saving the world meant having a place for you to live in it,” he replies. It’s a sad fact out of him. “You are my world.”

[noburden]

She nuzzles her face against his.

"I know. You don't need to explain yourself, Clive."

[rosarianoath]

He hums some acknowledgement and closes his eyes briefly, letting the press of her skin stave off any inclination to mourn.

“I won’t let such thoughts spoil the mood,” he promises. Not when there’s more enjoyable thoughts close at hand — the head of his cock still rubs against the underside of her thigh, and he tilts his hips to press against her more deliberately.

[noburden]

"The past is the past," she agrees. What's done is done. They have one another now, and she knows he's trying his best to make her feel loved despite the fumbles. "We're together now, and if I recall, you promised to fill me again."

But she sneaks in one more kiss, soft and sweet against his lips.

[rosarianoath]

“I did,” he says, and there’s a touch more eagerness in his voice, even before he loops an arm under her knees and hugs them towards her chest. No sense in changing position when he’s already right there, primed to bump the head of his cock against her slit. He nuzzles his face against hers, having comfortably locked her into his arms.

“Guide me in.”

[noburden]

She's glad to hear him excited, knowing he's enjoying himself. It's such a simple joy. Just like this position, gathered up against him, able to easily kiss him as she reaches around her thighs to help position him with her fingertips against his shaft.

"There," she tells him. "Now get yourself where you belong."

[rosarianoath]

She’s still so wet, and he breathes comfortably when his head presses against her parting lips.

“Yes, my lady,” he says.

He braces a foot against the bed and tilts his hips against her and slides in a few inches, and he shifts her down against him to slide in a few more —- like she’s weightless, meant to fit there.

[noburden]

Jill sighs happily, fingertips tracing the line of his jaw.

"It's always such a relief when you're inside me, Clive. Does it feel that way for you?"

[rosarianoath]

It's a pleasant thing, settling into her to the hilt, feeling the squeeze of her around him.

"I never seat myself within you without remembering how long I've desired you," he murmurs. "How fortunate I am to live that dream."

[noburden]

"Do you think that will ever change?" She asks. Her fingers trace his scar before slipping up into his hair, playing with the strands.

[rosarianoath]

"No," he says, breath coming a little sharper as he draws back out and strokes back in, slow but hard. "I am a lucky man each and every time."