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.
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.
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."
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.
"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.
"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.
"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."
"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."
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."
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…”
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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."
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"Do you want to go to the pool?"
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"No more clothing."
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"Forgive me. My hand slipped."
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"An accident, perfectly understandable..."
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She continues to touch him, leaning up to kiss his neck.
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At that moment, a single woman walks in and gives them a very long, appraising look as she heads to her locker.
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"I just needed something to tide me over."
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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.
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"What do we do when someone breaks their neck to look at you?" Jill teases, scrambling to keep her good mood.
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"You're not nervous, Clive?"
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Jill keeps her eyes on Clive.
"Do you remember when Cid took us to that brothel?"
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But things were different, then, and Valisthea does not particularly lend itself to pleasure without strings –– or shackles –– attached.
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"Imagine? He would have the time of his life at our expense."
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“I think between the two of us, we could wrangle the upper hand… somehow…”
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Though there's a quirk of her lips--she can imagine Cid finding some way to use that to embarass them both.
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