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[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.

[noburden]

It's the real kitchen upstairs where she can make him a hot sandwich, cobbled together with whatever meat and bread and cheese they have on hand. Luckily, there is very rarely a shortage of meat or bread, given two of the residents of the household.

Since he's hungry, she's sure to stack his sandwich, and sometimes that means she needs to keep the structural integrity intact with the help of a few toothpicks...

Jill takes her time in case he'd like to go back some minutes of his episode. She did distract him, after all.

[rosarianoath]

By time she’s back downstairs, he’s back into Star Trek, slouched low in his seat and with an arm thrown across the backrest. He does at least look at her when she comes down.

“Thank you,” he says. “Do you want me to restart the episode?”

[noburden]

Jill shakes her head before handing him his plate. And a beer. Because she's a good wife.

"No, let's keep going. I don't want you to lose any time."

Also, she doesn't think it's that important to see every episode herself.

[rosarianoath]

She is a good wife. He takes his spoils and sits up a little more so he isn’t eating off his own stomach like an animal. He rests the plate against one knee, his lap already occupied by the tent in his sweatpants.

“If you’re sure,” he says, taking a big bite of the sandwich.

[noburden]

"I'm sure, my love," she promises, and reclaims her spot beside him, flush against his side. "This is your day."

[rosarianoath]

He puts his arm around her.

“What are we going to do for your day?”

[noburden]

"I might want something like this," she says, carefully leaning into him. "Perhaps we'll watch a movie."

No more Star Trek.

[rosarianoath]

He takes a big swig of beer, pulling her in close.

“What movie?”

[noburden]

"I don't have one in mind. We should find something we both haven't seen."

Which is still quite a lot.