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[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.

[rosarianoath]

He looks at her dubiously, his lower lip brushing her chin. There’s a right answer here.

“… You?”

[noburden]

"... me?" Why is it a question? Jill lifts a brow at him, questioning. And blocking his view.

[rosarianoath]

He can still hear Kirk. And Mr. Spock. He looks up at Jill, painfully aware that she’s looking for something.

He’s missing so much.

He leans forward, putting an arm around her waist so she doesn’t tip backwards, and gropes for the remote. He pauses it, and then he can give her his full attention.

“I’ll have you before watching the rest of the episode,” he says.

[noburden]

"Are you certain?" She asks, hands on his shoulders. "If you're not in the mood, that's fine. You're very invested in the show."

She never thought a man would come between her and Clive and their intimacy, but this Kirk sure is trying.

But she knows intimacy is spending time together, too. Clive enjoys her company while he watches, she knows. Because of that, she leans forward to bump her forehead gently to his.

"I can make you your hot sandwich and go back to touching you, too."

[rosarianoath]

He’s known for a long time that her sex drive eclipses his easily, but rarely has he felt the need to satisfy her just to keep some peace. Even so, hurting her feelings feels like the worse crime.

“I always want you,” he promises. His half-hard cock is barely supporting that. “And I think you want that most...”

[noburden]

She knows he worries about upsetting her, and she worries about him feeling used in any manner. She also knows he so rarely says what he wants or likes because he thinks his needs are few or inconsequential.

"I usually get what I want," she tells him, hand lifting to cup his face. "Because of you, Clive. But you're not in my service. You've said what you like to do today. And we will. There's plenty of time for other activities--later. Isn't there?"

[rosarianoath]

He leans his cheek into her touch.

“Of course, but…” He trails. “Joshua may be home then…”

[noburden]

"Then we wait until he's asleep, or out again, or we're very quiet..."

Not ideal, but it works.

[rosarianoath]

Clive laces his fingers together behind her back, looking up at her with a little sigh.

“If you’re satisfied with that,” he says, “but I don’t want to abandon my duty to you so I can finish this episode…”

[noburden]

She gives him a smile, her other hand coming to cup his other cheek... and gently squish his face.

"There is no duty to me you leave abandoned or neglected."

[rosarianoath]

She’s so cute. He cracks the barest smile… and then his stomach rumbles.

Sheepishly:

“Then I’d like to eat your sandwiches and watch more Star Trek.”

[noburden]

His poor stomach rumbles, and she laughs and drops her hands to rest on his belly.

"I felt that," she says fondly. At least he can never deny when he's hungry. "Food and more Star Trek. You can eat me later."

Jill steals a far more chaste kiss before getting off of him to do something about his request.

[rosarianoath]

Hungry or not, it’s hard not to imagine his head pinned between her thighs at that suggestion. He nods, helping her off him and watching her — her ass — as she goes.