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[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.

[rosarianoath]

“I’d enjoy that,” he says, taking another big bite of the sandwich. He wolfs it down. “And then what?”

[noburden]

After all this time, his appetite never fails to amuse her. It's been a joy to make him meals and watch them disappear into his belly. A belly she can't help but rest her hand on, giving an affectionate little rub.

"I think your hair is due for another trim," she says, looking at it. "I'd do that... and then you'd need to have a wash, I think."

[rosarianoath]

“Hmm?” He seldom gives his hair much thought, beyond noticing it’s starting to brush his shoulders again. “Is that really a day for you, then?”

[noburden]

She reaches up to run her fingers through his mop. She knows it's time when it's a little harder to see his eyes.

"A day with reason to touch you? Oh, that's very much a day for me."

[rosarianoath]

“It’s your day,” he agrees, even if it doesn’t seem particularly exciting to him. “Whatever pleases you most, Jill.”

[noburden]

"Spending time with you pleases me most. Oh, we'd have one another at some point, but I assumed that was a given." She drops her head onto his shoulder with a smile. "My perfect day is spent with you. It doesn't matter what we're doing."

[rosarianoath]

He hums in agreement, finishing the sandwich and setting the plate aside. With one hand for her and the other with his beer, he can run a palm up and down her side.

“I’m glad I haven’t bored you.”

[noburden]

"Not for a single moment."

She's felt a range of emotions with Clive from heartbreak to joy, but boredom has never been one of them. She slips her hand under the hem of his shirt to feel his warm skin, but the touch is politely above the waistband.

"I hope you haven't been bored. I know life here is slow."

[rosarianoath]

“I’m not bored with you or Joshua is our life together,” he says, a little shivery twitch of his abs as her cool palm drifts over them. “But it is very slow. I’m getting bored of the hunting game.”

[noburden]

She rubs her thumb over the edge of an ab, surprised to hear that.

"I suppose you would. Little here is a challenge for you. I know you think yourself good at little else, but perhaps it's time to find a new hobby to occupy yourself? You needn't be good at it. Just... enjoy it."

[rosarianoath]

“But my hobby is hunting,” he says. That or Star Trek or bringing home badges, but there’s not much to be done about that here. “I don’t want another hobby…”

[noburden]

"Then I suppose you will have to make it more interesting by letting me and Joshua accompany you," she says, and before he can brush her off, she slides her hand over his stomach to pinch his side. "We could do with the excitement, you know."

[rosarianoath]

He twitches at the pinch, and takes the offending hand so he can kiss it.

“I know you could,” he says. He gets it, even if the idea of either of them being in harm’s way fills him with fear. “I’ll think about it.”