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[rosarianoath]

"You," he says, and since she's so close, he puts an arm around her to slide her in position in front of the seat. "It lifts you into the air so we can do..."

A pause, a flicker in his smile that has him drawing up the thought to say it aloud to her.

"Activities."

[noburden]

She goes with a little laugh. It's always so easy for him to move her where he pleases, and she loves it.

"Tell me more about these activities," she says, as if a dozen filthy thoughts didn't run through her head.

[rosarianoath]

He stoops slightly to scoot the seat under her ass and gives her a little boost into it, and then runs a hand down her leg to find the stirrup.

"Lovemaking," he says, with a blunt smile.

[noburden]

"Not fucking," Jill clarifies with a playful smile. This seems like a place where you'd fuck rather than make love, but she's not too fussed about what word is used.

She adjusts a little so that she feels comfortable sitting, eyes on Clive. She looks excited, teeth pressing into her bottom lip as he figures the rig out.

[rosarianoath]

He's heard her swear on and off over the past six months, and it still doesn't feel right to his ears, and he can't even say it's in an intriguing way. His own foul mouth feels like a bad habit, something to squirrel away in her presence, but she just says it. He has half a mind to kiss her just to not hear her say it.

Instead, he puts her foot in the sling and gives her a little push so she swings and then bumps back against him. It's just as arousing as watching the dent in the plush of her lips.

"It sounds as though you are already in the spirit of this place," he says.

[noburden]

Every swear and curse feels like a tiny rebellion. She's not sure if she likes it, honestly, but she's still testing out the words. But she does know she likes spending time with Clive, and she reaches out to rest a hand on his chest.

"I want us to have a good time," she tells him, leaning her face towards him, but not quite leaning in for a kiss. "It's all new to me, but I'm eager to learn. I trust you to not allow me to fall onto my face."

[rosarianoath]

“I would never,” he assures her, and his hands glide down her thighs — cautious, at least subconsciously, that they are in public. “Do you want to see the rest, or…?”

Stay here?

[noburden]

Her hand slides up to his collar bone, and she smiles.

"Let's explore some more, Clive. We can always come back here." Ideas are already forming into fantasies she'd like to dive into with him, but how enticing the idea of more is.

[rosarianoath]

"Alright," he says, reaching up to steady the sling from the top. As he does, another couple wanders in, chatting to each other cheerfully, and though Clive keeps his back turned to them, he has the mental image of what they would see if he was railing Jill instead of talking to her. His smile is embarrassed at the very thought. "Let us see what else this place has to offer."

[noburden]

Carefully, Jill hops down. She feels the drink for a moment, a sway in her body, and steadies herself with a hand on Clive's hip. He gets a smile before she takes his hand to lead him out so another couple can check out the swing.

"I'm already having a good time," she says to him, tugging him closer. They're in public, in a sense, but everyone seems preoccupied. "And I hope you know how desperately I want you."

Lands at lax

[rosarianoath]

If the hand on his hip — on its face innocuous, functional — didn’t strike him with desire, the conspiratorial tone of her voice certainly does. He bows his face to her but doesn’t kiss her, content to linger close to look at her, meeting her eyes with confidence.

At home, there’s unspoken rules of engagement between men and women, and even over a decade since the fall of their nation’s court, they’re hard to shake. Here, beyond it all, there’s space to explore.

In a building like this, it’s not just permission. It’s encouraged.

He swallows his breath.

“Pick a room,” he says. “I’m yours wherever you’ll have me.”

vile levels of excitement

[noburden]

"I admit, I'm curious about the third floor. No single men," she recites, and she stuffs down the petty part of her that wants to ask if that means him. Not right now, she supposes. "Why would that be? Shall we investigate, Clive?"

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[rosarianoath]

It doesn’t even occur to him that it might include him. He just agrees: “We should.”

He also gives a little shrug of his shoulders.

“Too many scoundrels, I assume.”

[noburden]

"But why that rule for that floor in particular? What are they hiding?" She teases, and she slips behind him to put her hands on his lower back, giving the most gentle of pushes forward. She's already playful--hard to tell if it's the mood of the place or the drink. Maybe both. "Let us find a way up."

[rosarianoath]

Clive moves with the push to be game, even if he could easily resist.

“Impatient, I see,” he says, seizing upon one of the offending hands and locking it in his, but he walks. “Perhaps to limit the number of men in total? Perhaps it is a harem up there.”

[noburden]

Jill scoffs, perhaps more openly than she normally would allow herself.

"A harem? I'll allow many things tonight, but I want you to myself, and it's only you that I want."

[rosarianoath]

“So what is the draw to making love here, if we aren’t to play with others?” It’s a genuine question. “To watch, or be watched?”

Where's Tifa and Cloud

[noburden]

"Watching is one thing. Touching is another," she says, and it's simple to her. "I don't like others touching you."

[rosarianoath]

He’s unsurprised, but it doesn’t quite stopper the flicker of concern on his face.

“Then no one will but you,” he says. Here, at least, within these walls, where they’re together.

[noburden]

She sees it. It makes her steps slow, and she pulls on his hand.

"... unless... that's something you'd like to explore?" Her thumb moves over his skin. "I don't like the idea of it, but that doesn't mean I'm not open to trying."

[rosarianoath]

He slows to a stop, taking the tug as incentive to turn to her fully. He doesn’t want to sour her on the evening by being… himself.

“That’s not what I’m asking, Jill,” he says. “And I certainly don’t want to cause you upset.”

[noburden]

"I won't be upset," she reassures. Or she'll try not to be upset at the very least. They're not together, after all. What right does she have?

"This is for you, too."

[rosarianoath]

He’s not so sure she won’t be, and for a beat he just glances away, ashamed that he might upset her. When he looks back to her, he’s sure.

“I don’t need to be with others to be content. I certainly do not want a harem,” he assures her. “But if the opportunity arose… I would see what would happen, if we agreed upon another joining us.”

[noburden]

"A man, too?" A thousand silly scenarios run through her head, one involving Clive bodily heaving Luis out a window, but even a little tipsy she manages to keep that amusement to herself.

She brings Clive's hand to her waist so her hands are free to cup his face and turn it to her.

"I've followed you into battle against all sorts of odds and enemies. I would follow you into bed with someone, too."

[rosarianoath]

He takes her by the waist readily, looking down at her with a terrible pang in his heart that they find themselves this… what? Afraid of each other, their desires? Is another lover like an enemy?

“Depending on the man, yes,” Clive says. That, at least, he feels confident about. “Thank you. And should you find yourself unhappy, you need only say so.”