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[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.

[noburden]

"You do. And she's very happy to not feel the morning chill."

Impossible when he radiates warmth.

[rosarianoath]

"There is no chill in our house," he murmurs, and he lazily runs a finger along the seam of her panties.

[noburden]

"Not when you're home," she corrects. She also nestles her ass against him, sighing. "These are my favorite mornings."

[rosarianoath]

"Mine too," he says, and he nuzzles his nose into her hair as she fits herself tighter against him. His fingers rest on the elastic of her panties, on the edge of slipping inside. "May I...?

[noburden]

"If you're feeling up to task. You're awake?" She asks as she runs her fingers up and down his arm. She thought he might want to curl back up and sleep until the sun was higher in the sky.

[rosarianoath]

"Barely," he says, but it doesn't matter: something else is quickly being roused from an alcohol-soaked slumber. He kisses her scalp and slips his fingers under the fabric to gently stroke her with thick fingers.

[noburden]

She moves a leg back to hook over his, making room for his hand.

"I'm glad you still desire me even when you're barely awake. I'm lucky."

[rosarianoath]

"It's rare to not desire you."

He slips a finger between her lips, still slow, still lazy.

[noburden]

"Especially these days, hmm?"

Now that they're determined to be together and share this bed.

[rosarianoath]

"Now that there isn't anything between us," he says, and it doesn't occur to him until right then to glance over his shoulder and check that their bedroom door is closed. Safe. He exhales slowly.

[noburden]

She feels that glancd and can't help but double check herself.

They both know why. Jill laughs once she sets her head back down.

"No accidents."

[rosarianoath]

"Yes," he says, "no accidents."

He slips a finger just inside her.

[noburden]

Jill sighs, smiling.

"What a problem to have."

[rosarianoath]

"Mm."

Touching her never gets old, and still being tired enough to go right back to sleep makes it easier to just mindlessly play with her, untethered from any self-consciousness. He groans quietly into her hair as he touches her –– he's so lucky. The luckiest man alive.

[noburden]

"That's nice," she sighs. She could doze off herself, warm, cradled against him. "This is my favorite place to be."

[rosarianoath]

"I like being here," he murmurs, near dozing, fingers slipping back out of her to rub circles around her clit.

[noburden]

Jill presses back against him again, just barely. "I think you like being inside me even more."

[rosarianoath]

He presses back, his cock stiff against the underside of her thigh.

"I want to be..."

[noburden]

"You could. If only just to be closer..."

It wouldn't be the worst way to cuddle.

[rosarianoath]

"I don't want to stop touching you," he mutters, continuing to rub circles, firmer now. His other arm, pinned between her and the bed, folds in tighter around her chest. "Guide me in."

[noburden]

"Greedy."

She clicks her tongue as if she isn't. Jill reaches down to move her panties lower, then reaches behind her thigh to stroke him. She takes a moment to simply touch him, too.

[rosarianoath]

He chuffs quietly into her hair, and the touch of her fingers sends a little shiver through him; her hand is cool, the press of her body against him invigorating. He tilts his hips against her, pressing into her hand, blindly towards her.

[noburden]

She hums quietly as she guides him between her thighs. Not inside her, not just yet, but a warm space near his fingers.

[rosarianoath]

It may not be inside her, but it’s friction nonetheless, and he rubs his cock against her mindlessly, breathing heavily against the top of her head.

“Jill…”