He loves her, and in this particular moment loves the softness of her mouth, and he kisses her as long as he can drunkenly support himself above her. Then he sinks down, having the decently to list to one side so his weight isn’t entirely on her.
Jill sighs, the solid weight of his head against her welcomed. He gets another run of her fingers through her hair before she closes her eyes and wills herself to sleep.
At least until her bladder wakes her in the early hours of the day, sunlight just peeking through the curtains. She grunts softly.
Oh, how sweet he is, cuddling up like she always adores. It just puts that much more pressure on her bladder. Jill grunts and clenches down.
"Clive, please," she says, and starts to wiggle out from under him. Even a portion of his weight can feel like the mattress is on top of her rather than beneath.
Thank the Founder. Jill quickly slips out of the bed and goes into their bathroom.
It's a loud piss. She really had to go. Luckily, after so much time on the road with Clive, she's not particularly shy about this bodily function. By the time she's finished, flushes, and washes her hands, she's stepping out of the bathroom with a sigh and flopping back onto the bed.
He’s not so sure he always likes these porcelain toilets, listening to that with a headache, but when she returns to him he puts an arm around her waist and drags her back to him without any preamble, her back to his chest.
“I wouldn’t have minded if you went right here,” he mumbles.
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“That is exactly what I would want,” he says. “My father would like that.”
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"I'll ask you in the morning."
He's going to have one hell of a headache.
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"Is the room spinning? Rocking?"
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Not that she can swim, either. She reaches a hand around to rub his back.
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Within a minute, he's out like a light.
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At least until her bladder wakes her in the early hours of the day, sunlight just peeking through the curtains. She grunts softly.
"Clive," she says. She has to piss.
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“Mm?”
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“In a bit,” he mutters.
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"Clive, please," she says, and starts to wiggle out from under him. Even a portion of his weight can feel like the mattress is on top of her rather than beneath.
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The price of staying hydrated.
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It's a loud piss. She really had to go. Luckily, after so much time on the road with Clive, she's not particularly shy about this bodily function. By the time she's finished, flushes, and washes her hands, she's stepping out of the bathroom with a sigh and flopping back onto the bed.
That was close.
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“I wouldn’t have minded if you went right here,” he mumbles.
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“It felt much longer,” he says. “But I suppose you sounded fit to burst.”
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"Heard that, did you? Believe me, I wouldn't have gotten out of bed unless it were urgent. You're so warm."
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"Never. I would have stayed there forever, had my body not betrayed me."
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One of his hands idly roves down her ribs to settle between her legs, just holding her.
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