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[rosarianoath]

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.

[noburden]

She runs the fingers of one hand through his hair, glad to not be trapped.

"Is the room spinning? Rocking?"

[rosarianoath]

“Swimming,” he says, though he hasn’t swam… ever. “Sleep beckons me.”

[noburden]

"Then I'll hold onto you so you don't drown," she says, still terribly amused by him.

Not that she can swim, either. She reaches a hand around to rub his back.

[rosarianoath]

He hums comfortably, nestling his face in the crook of her neck.

Within a minute, he's out like a light.

[noburden]

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.

"Clive," she says. She has to piss.

[rosarianoath]

He just grumbles, mostly asleep.

“Mm?”

[noburden]

"I need to get up," she tells him, patting his shoulder.

[rosarianoath]

Clive, being stupid, just shifts to snuggle in closer, as if they weren’t already nested tightly together.

“In a bit,” he mutters.

[noburden]

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.

[rosarianoath]

“What?” he grumbles, eyes still closed — in fact he grimaces, eyes squeezed tighter shut, refusing to risk waking.

[noburden]

"Move," she says a little more forcefully. "Or else I am going to piss the bed."

The price of staying hydrated.

[rosarianoath]

That gets him up with a start, his eyes snapping open. He leans to his side, just enough to roll his weight off her. Oops.

[noburden]

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.

That was close.

[rosarianoath]

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.

[noburden]

"Oh, hush," Jill laughs softly, arms resting atop his, fingers tracing the back of his hand. "I was only gone a minute."

[rosarianoath]

He rests his chin on the top of her head and presses his knees into the backs of hers.

“It felt much longer,” he says. “But I suppose you sounded fit to burst.”

[noburden]

It did feel much longer. Especially with all that piss.

"Heard that, did you? Believe me, I wouldn't have gotten out of bed unless it were urgent. You're so warm."

[rosarianoath]

“You’ll struggle to find another excuse to leave me,” he murmurs, pleased. “I thought you were merely tired of me crushing you.”

[noburden]

She hums, eyes closed as she enjoys the warmth of his chest against her back.

"Never. I would have stayed there forever, had my body not betrayed me."

[rosarianoath]

"Then I suppose we can make up for lost time..."

One of his hands idly roves down her ribs to settle between her legs, just holding her.

[noburden]

"Oh?" She chuckles under her breath. "You said you wanted your wife last night. What happened?"

[rosarianoath]

"Did I?" No idea what she's talking about. He breathes in her scalp.

[noburden]

"Do you remember coming home and coming to bed, Clive?"

He was so cute. She doesn't mind if that memory is hers alone.

[rosarianoath]

“More or less,” he says. He can’t imagine it was much different from any other night after a few drinks. “Don’t I have my wife?”

He’s holding her right now, after all.