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[noburden]

She smiles and nuzzles into his chest.

"Do you love me more than that cheeseburger from down the road?"

[rosarianoath]

“I love you more than all the cheeseburgers combined.”

[noburden]

"Ah. Now I know how deeply you cherish me," she says, hugging him. "A cheeseburger would have gone well with your drinks, I bet."

[rosarianoath]

“I had one,” he mumbles. “I thought you’d be sleeping and wouldn’t make me one.”

He stretches his back a bit, grinding against her in the process.

[noburden]

She laughs and runs her hand over his side, his hip. Then over to his back, fingers pressing into muscle. She leans more of her weight into him, leg pressing firmly against his drunken boner.

"I don't sleep deeply unless you're in this bed."

[rosarianoath]

He groans comfortably, following the press of her leg with a more deliberate grind.

“Are you going to sleep deeply tonight?” he asks. “If I’m keeping you awake…”

[noburden]

"I have nowhere to be tomorrow." And he's warm and cuddly and drunk and she's enjoying this Clive. She presses a kiss to his collar.

"Besides, my husband can keep me up all he likes."

[rosarianoath]

"I'm your husband."

His hand strokes down her side until he can reach her thigh, and he pulls it up and around his so he can grind in between her legs... or as close as he can clumsily get, anyway.

[noburden]

"That you are, my love."

He's sort of more against her inner thigh, but that's fine. Jill quietly shifts her hips so he's flush against her. Better.

"I would like to go hunting with you before the year is over."

[rosarianoath]

He moans quietly, squeezing her thigh as he ruts against her.

“I’ll take you.”

[noburden]

She lifts her head to press her lips to his neck.

"Perhaps you'll share a drink with me, next time."

[rosarianoath]

"I'll buy you whatever you want."

He's drunk, she can have whatever she wants.

[noburden]

He's very agreeable and she knows it. No harm in having some fun.

"Whatever? Really? So, I was thinking Torgal could use a friend..."

One hound is more than enough for them, but she can't help herself with the teasing.

[rosarianoath]

"Our baby will be his friend." The way he's rubbing himself against her, he'd be lucky to have a baby on the way at all. "As soon as possible..."

[noburden]

Jill's breath hitches on the edge of a laugh, and it's such an abrupt sensation it makes her need to cough to right the air in her throat. He's wasted. Cute, but wasted.

"You are incredibly precious right now."

[rosarianoath]

He slows his roll against her as she coughs, a hand roving up and down her back to soothe her.

"I'm always precious to you," he says. "As you are to me."

[noburden]

True. Jill laughs, able to breathe again.

"How much thought have you given that, exactly?"

Even if he's drunk, she can't help but be moved. This time last year, he would never be able to have this conversation, even with a whole bar's worth of bottles in him.

[rosarianoath]

“Thought about what?”

Babies? Being precious?

He rolls her over so he can be atop her.

[noburden]

"Our future. A baby." Or two or three, whatever. She doesn't fight being rolled, reaching up to run her hands over his body wherever she can reach once on her back.

[rosarianoath]

He pins her with his hips and belly, weight on his elbows. He looks down at her fondly.

“All the time,” he says. “I want to fill you up with babies.”

[noburden]

Oh. Jill looks up at him, amused.

"One at a time, please."

[rosarianoath]

“I only have one to give at a time,” he says.

[noburden]

Cute. So very cute. She taps the tip of his nose with her index finger.

"I always thought we'd name our child Elwin." Because Jill has thought about this, and she has decided their firstborn will be a son, and they will name him after Clive's father. A thing she thinks safe to admit to a drunk Clive.

[rosarianoath]

He looks at her with genuine surprise, and a growing tenderness — how perfect is she?

“That is exactly what I would want,” he says. “My father would like that.”

[noburden]

"So would I. I'll let you name the one that follows," she teases. "We'll take turns."