inbox

[noburden]

video | audio | text | action

Comments

[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…”

[noburden]

"I could give him details on how passionate a lover you are," Jill says, voice dropping. "Tell him how thoroughly you satisfy me."

Though there's a quirk of her lips--she can imagine Cid finding some way to use that to embarass them both.

[rosarianoath]

He leans towards her just a bit, nose nearly skimming her sternum.

“Is the goal to make him jealous, then?” he says. He feels cautious and careless at once, tiptoeing around her own jealousy, but it’s a rousing thought. “That I can satisfy you in ways an older man can’t?”

[noburden]

She smiles.

"Perhaps. You satisfy me in ways no one can," she tells him, leaning in so that his face can fit between her breasts, fingers still carding through his hair.

And then she laughs.

"He would be very flattered right now." To speak of a dead man during foreplay.

[rosarianoath]

He presses a kiss to her skin, cheeks fitting right between the gentle swell of her breasts, and he laughs under his breath, too.

"He would be," he says. "The stories and innuendo I've heard over the years..."

[noburden]

She hums softly, heartbeat steady.

"I think you should use whatever you've heard as inspiration for what we do here. Stories to share, should we meet Cid again."

Nevermind that he'd likely have some opinions on their whole relationship and what's become of it.

[rosarianoath]

Order heard and received. Clive's eyes flutter shut. It is easy to imagine particular faces amongst the people here, any of whom might look over. He kisses her again, lips dragging as he moves a little south, one hand roving down to grab and squeeze a handful of her ass.

[noburden]

Jill leans her weight into him, knowing it's such a slight thing to him.

"I love your hands, Clive," she murmurs. All of him, really, but he knows just how much strength to use when touching her. It's a talent. "I fill them perfectly, don't I?"

[rosarianoath]

The other hand joins the first and he gives a hum of agreement. His tongue runs a brief stripe towards her navel.

"Everything about you is perfect," he murmurs against her skin. "I could worship at your feet at any hour, any day."

[noburden]

That sounds horrific. Now and then, she thinks about the life she could have lived--a queen in the north, or some princess by marriage, and she thinks perhaps she wouldn't have found satisfaction with the attention those roles demand from others. She's only ever wanted attention from Clive, at her side.

"You worship me by spending time with me. By thinking to surprise me." A field of flowers or dinner or even this place. "I'd rather you in my arms than at my feet."

[rosarianoath]

He glances up at her, fleeting but tense. He doesn't need to worry about having misstepped because he knows he has, but he can follow her curve. He refocuses. Cid wouldn't say that shit.

"Wherever you want me," he says, a hand sliding down the back of her thigh. "Whenever you'll have me."

[noburden]

That glance gives her pause. She knows him, and while she feels like she's been relearning him lately, she catches the look in his eye.

"I could be your mistress, for the night. Your master. Does that..." Help? No, there's nothing to be helped, is there? "Does that sound appealing, Clive?"

Some level of compromise.

[rosarianoath]

"It does, and very much so," he admits. "But one thing at a time, I think. You've never..."

To his knowledge, she's never had sex in public before, and the thought of throwing her in far deeper than she's prepared makes him apprehensive. What if it spooks her entirely? They never talk about these things until they're in the moment.

"I want to discover what you want."

[noburden]

"You worry about me too much," she says fondly. "But if you wish to lavish me with your affections tonight, I won't argue."

She's teasing, but she means it--no arguments tonight. No upset.

[rosarianoath]

"I want to," he says, earnestly, hands spanning down the backs of her thighs and right back up to her ass. "I want you to think about this for days. Weeks."

[noburden]

She arches her back so that he has more to hold.

"Whenever I have you, I think about it for days. Until the next time I am so fortunate."

He really has no idea how deeply she desires him.

[rosarianoath]

He breathes in against her skin, like he could clutch her to his face and breathe her in.

"Do you touch yourself when I'm not there?"

[noburden]

"Most nights," she admits, shameless now that they find their way to her bed on occasion. "It often leads to more frustration. I can't reach as deep, nor fill myself quite like you do."

She can get herself off, but it's not the same. All she ever craves is him.

[rosarianoath]

"Your fingers are narrow and delicate," he says. He thinks about it every time she has to wrap both hands around his cock to jerk him off. "Mine aren't."

He kisses his way between her cleavage, and he could take her hand to compare to his, but instead he withdraws just enough to run his hand down her front. He rests the heel of his hand against her groin. His fingers reach all the way to her navel. See?

[noburden]

Jill looks down and wonders if that has any right to be as hot as it is.

"Nor is your cock," she adds with a soft laugh, though that's a given.

[rosarianoath]

"Far from it," he agrees, gaze roving up to her face again. The baser part of him jumps at the idea of her needing him so badly that her own hands won't do, but reason has never liked feeling used. The look in his eyes is heated anyway; they're in a place where they can do whatever they want. "Let us make some memories, then."