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[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.”

[noburden]

So maybe no calling up Luis. Jill lets go of Clive's face to rest her palms against his chest.

"That goes for you, too. I know I get jealous." And now she has no right. "I don't want that to ruin our night."

[rosarianoath]

“I don’t want you to be jealous of anyone,” he says. “Perhaps it’s best we take this slowly. Tonight, it’s just us.”

[noburden]

She smiles fondly, happy to hear that. They should ease into it, regardless. Bringing in a third person complicates everything.

"Easier said than done. I envy anyone that has your attention. I always wonder if they cherish it as much as I do."

[rosarianoath]

He chuckles under his breath, pulling away just to pull her with him, to tug her towards the stairs to explore the next floor.

“I doubt anyone cherishes it as much as you,” he says. “I’ve never had anyone else in my life care for me so deeply.”

Sorry had to find Canadians

[noburden]

"Fools, all of them."

The smile is in her voice as she follows after him. And as they go up the stairs, she gives his ass a grab. To lighten the mood.

[rosarianoath]

He feels her cop a feel and gives her a look, surprised but thoroughly amused.

“Touching,” he says. In both senses.

[noburden]

"I can't help myself," she says. On both counts.

[rosarianoath]

“Such poor impulse control,” he says, vaguely teasing as he takes the offending hand. “What would your governess say?”

[noburden]

"She'd tell me I'd never be a decent wife. But she also told me to apply myself to all that I do, so..."

She wiggles her fingers in his grasp. Let her grab you, Clive.

[rosarianoath]

“Fortunately there are vocations that allow women to be so handy,” he says, amused, reaching the top of the stairs and directing her in front of him.

The next floor is busier, lighter — change rooms to one side, a door to a rooftop pool to the other, and then more lounge space ahead. Everyone up here is nude.

[noburden]

"... have I mentioned I feel very overdressed?"

She peers out from behind Clive and to the changing room. "Shall we?"

[rosarianoath]

“Do you want to swim?”

He leads her to the change room.

[noburden]

"I can't say I'm a strong swimmer, but I'd like to be in the water with you."

Sorry, Ifrit.

"More room than the tub."

[rosarianoath]

He does not want to swim. He ponders how deep it is and decides it does not matter — he certainly does not want to flounder in the water in front of a bunch of naked people. He’ll have to be very careful.

“I’m sure I can put my feet down,” he murmurs.

[noburden]

"And then what?" She asks coyly, and abruptly stands before him to lift up his shirt and slide her hands under to pass over his abdomen. She'll help undress him, of course.

[rosarianoath]

It takes a beat for him to assist, lifting his arms over her head and helping the shirt over his head.

“And then,” he says, bending slightly to kiss her, “I think about you, not drowning.”

[noburden]

"You'll do more than just think about me, I hope," Jill says after the kiss, shameless in the way she lets her hands roam over his chest and abdomen. "I spend so much time thinking about you."

[rosarianoath]

Her touch pulls his attention, their surroundings a pleasant little buzz — the change rooms muffle the conversation and fornication around the pool. Clive feels himself grow hard.

“I’ll touch you, too,” he says, dropping his shirt aside and reaching for hers.

[noburden]

It's alarmingly easy to forget that there are so many others around. Jill lifts her arms so Clive can lift up her shirt without trouble.

"Thoroughly?"

[rosarianoath]

He drops her shirt onto his. There are lockers for them, but they can wait just a minute. He palms a breast now, pressing it up against the wall of her chest just to feel it in his hand.

“Every inch of you.”

[noburden]

The man has two hands, and Jill smiles, bringing up his other hand to palm her other breast.

"I always feel so small in your hands," she tells him. "So I suppose I understand why you treat me so delicately at times."

[rosarianoath]

He hesitates to think too much about how much stronger he is than her, especially when he has his hands on her, but when she puts it right under his nose his smile flickers.

"And you like it when I'm indelicate," he remarks, pressing her back against the lockers.

[noburden]

When her skin touches the metal it's cold enough to make her shiver. Yet it does little to deter her. Not when his hands can warm her, and she can run her hands over his sides and feel the heat of his bare skin.

"Sometimes. You drive me mad with both," she says with a laugh. "Sometimes I only wish for you to take your pleasure. It's a wonderful sight."