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[rosarianoath]

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?"

[noburden]

"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."

[rosarianoath]

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

"Do you want to go to the pool?"

[noburden]

"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."

[rosarianoath]

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

[noburden]

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

"No more clothing."

[rosarianoath]

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

[noburden]

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."

[rosarianoath]

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..."

[noburden]

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

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

[rosarianoath]

"Of course," he says, amused. "And not at all a distraction from our intended destination."

At that moment, a single woman walks in and gives them a very long, appraising look as she heads to her locker.

[noburden]

The presence of another, a woman especially, has Jill tensing just in the slightest. Her lips drag across Clive's skin as she slowly removes her hand from his pants so she can help him get out of them.

"I just needed something to tide me over."

[rosarianoath]

Clive glances at the other woman and then back to Jill, hooking a thumb into his waistband to pull it down. He murmurs: "Well, there's more to come, shortly."

[noburden]

"I can't wait."

She forces herself to leave him be for a moment so she can kick off her shoes and pull down her skirts.

But she does sneek a peek at him.

[rosarianoath]

He sets about undressing properly, gathering his discarded clothes and hers and putting them in the first empty locker he opens. When she peeks, he catches her eye and smiles wryly, and then offers her his hand to walk her out.

[noburden]

She takes his hand and holds on tightly. She has to fight the urge to cover herself up or hide against him. Maybe they should have had two drinks.

"What do we do when someone breaks their neck to look at you?" Jill teases, scrambling to keep her good mood.

[rosarianoath]

"Turn around so you don't have to see them," he says, fairly unbothered by the nakedness, or even the eyes on them –– in fact, he's quite comfortable, though content to walk close to her, especially with the way she grips his hand.

[noburden]

She breathes out a soft laugh.

"You're not nervous, Clive?"

[rosarianoath]

"It's not dissimilar from being in the barracks," he replies, leading her out onto the pool deck. A few people glance over, but most are busy making out on the deck chairs and padded benches.

[noburden]

The temperature is comfortable. She supposes it needs to be kept nice, or else no one would want to remain undressed.

Jill keeps her eyes on Clive.

"Do you remember when Cid took us to that brothel?"

[rosarianoath]

"Of course," he says. "You weren't exactly pleased..."

But things were different, then, and Valisthea does not particularly lend itself to pleasure without strings –– or shackles –– attached.

[noburden]

"No, I wasn't." She wanted to leap out the window, really. But the memory now makes her laugh. "Imagine what he'd think of this? Us, here? I can practically hear his laughter."

[rosarianoath]

"He would never let us hear the end of it." Thinking of Cid always feels like a fond experience, but never more than now. Clive takes them to the nearest bench and sits –– he is going to avoid the water until otherwise forced. He continues: "He would probably be the one taking us here."

[noburden]

Jill smiles warmly, forgetting her creeping apprehension about other eyes on them for the moment. Clive sits and she stands between his knees, pushing the fingers of both hands through his hair.

"Imagine? He would have the time of his life at our expense."

[rosarianoath]

She moves between his thighs and he sits up a little straighter. His eyes are level with her breasts —— starkly pale on the bright pooldeck —- and his gaze drifts down to her navel. He finds her hips with his hands.

“I think between the two of us, we could wrangle the upper hand… somehow…”