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[noburden]

She sits up to properly look at him, hand abandoning his dick to rest on his stomach.

"That's not what I asked," she whispers with a small smile.

[rosarianoath]

The absence feels sharp, confusing, like having the sheets pulled off him in bed. He looks at her, confused. Oh.

"I'd like to watch more Star Trek with you."

[noburden]

The things she does for love. Jill smiles, glad he voices what he'd like to do, and starts to crawl into his lap.

"Then we will watch more Star Trek together."

[rosarianoath]

Clive gathers her up, adjusting his knees so she can more easily use him as a recliner. He settles his arms around her waist and rests his chin against her shoulder as his attention goes back to the screen.

“I like the stories where they visit other lands…”

[noburden]

She settles back against him, warm and comfortable. As he speaks, she lifts one of his hands and puts it on her breast. He can multitask.

"I like those, too." The inside of the ship is dull.

[rosarianoath]

He paws at her breast obediently, comfortable under her weight, his half-hard cock nestled against her ass.

“I like seeing how vibrant some planets are, too,” he says, “and the peoples…”

[noburden]

"Do you like this better than your books?" She asks, ass shifting against him as she sinks in a touch more.

[rosarianoath]

Nice. He hums pleasantly, attention on the screen.

“They’re different,” he says. “I like that I can imagine whatever I please with books.”

[noburden]

"I'm very happy you've found more things to enjoy here," she says, and it's true even if his focus is on the screen rather than her tits. She takes his hand from her breast and guides it under her shirt. Maybe that will help.

[rosarianoath]

“I enjoy that we can watch together,” he says, moving with her hand. He registers the warmth, fingers closing around her supple flesh by habit. He presses his mouth to her shoulder. “Though you have plenty more hobbies…”

[noburden]

"You're my favorite hobby of them all," she replies fondly. Spending time with him in any manner is time well spent.

[rosarianoath]

“Really?” he says, but he’s unsurprised. It’s nice to hear. He distractedly continues to paw at her breast, pushing it up against the wall of her chest just to squish it. “Even more than cooking?”

[noburden]

"Even more than cooking. I do love cooking for you, of course."

She guides his other hand under her shirt. Two breasts, two hands.

[rosarianoath]

She does indeed have two breasts, and he kneads at them mindlessly, still watching the TV over her shoulder. Kirk is talking.

“I like to come home to your cooking,” he mumbles.

[noburden]

Jill sighs as she enjoys the attention, split as it may be.

"I never imagined I would have the opportunity to cook for you every day. It really is like a dream come true."

[rosarianoath]

“I want you to be happy.” Like he is, watching Star Trek. He pauses in groping her as Kirk monologues. “Mm…”

[noburden]

"Hm?" Why did he stop. Why does that man on the show talk so much.

[rosarianoath]

For a beat, he’s just looking at the screen, and then he’s embarrassed at not having an answer for her non-question. He tears his eyes from Kirk, and, in apology, gently tweaks her nipples between his thumbs and index finger.

[noburden]

She huffs out a breath. He really does love this show.

Maybe she isn't going to get laid right now. A pity.

"Hungry?"

[rosarianoath]

He can’t quite see her face, so he looks at her temple. That isn’t a turned on breath, he imagines.

“For your cooking, always.”

[noburden]

"I can make you something for the next episode," she offers.

Good wife, she tells herself. She is a good wife.

[rosarianoath]

He presses a kiss to the curve of her neck, eyes drifting back to the screen. His hands still on her breasts again.

“I’d like that.”

[noburden]

She turns to give him a kiss with a little more heat than Star Trek warrants.

"What do you want?"

He could request her, of course. Jill's always on the menu.

[rosarianoath]

He meets her kiss reluctantly, attention tempted over from the television as soon as he keys into how intensely she goes about it. He lingers in that kiss, holding her against him as he tries to untangle an answer from what Kirk’s talking about.

“Hot sandwiches,” he says, because that’s the first thing that comes to mind.

[noburden]

"And?" She asks. One more chance. Unless he means vagina when he says hot sandwiches.