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"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."

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.

"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.

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.”

"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."

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.

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?"

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.”

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."

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.

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."

He leans in, gently pinning her with the weight of his body, his neck bent low to nose around her temple.

"I can only imagine what it would look like to other people."

He crowds her, and she sighs, enjoying the proximity. He'll never know how much of a comfort he is to her, no matter where they are.

"Concerning, I suspect," she says. "Sounds of pleasure can sound like sounds of pain."

She's heard it often enough from him. She smiles and slides her hands to his lower back, enjoying the muscle she can feel under her palms.

"I don't think anyone here would mistake them," he murmurs, and he presses a knee between her thighs. Her hands are cool, the contrast against his warmth delicious.

Jill widens her stance so he can fit, and so her weight can press her against him.

"It's always pleasure when you take me. No matter how indelicate."

It's easy to leverage her weight against the muscle of his thigh, breathing in deeply as he uses all of himself to be flush with as much of her as possible. He presses a kiss to the crown of her head.

"No matter?"

"No matter."

She replies with certainty. She grinds herself against his thigh, sighing. It's hard to move when he's against her loor this but she'd never ask for less.

"You're teasing me."

He noses around her hair for a moment, comfortable with her pressed under him.

"Do you want to go to the pool?"

"I want to go wherever I get to have you," she says, breathing him in. He smells good. "Here, the pool. I'd go wherever you'd want."

"Then we go," he says, and he eases off her reluctantly.

How cold it is without him. Jill frowns, but reaches for his belt loops to keep him from going too far.

"No more clothing."

"If that's how you want it," he replies, unbuttoning his fly, barely moving further from her than he needs to.

Of course she does. Jill merely smiles, and once his fly is down, she's slipping a hand down his pants to fondle him.

"Forgive me. My hand slipped."

He puts a hand on the locker behind her, eyes closing and head lolling forward as she takes him in hand.

"An accident, perfectly understandable..."

"You're so large, it's an easy mistake..."

She continues to touch him, leaning up to kiss his neck.

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