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[noburden]

Oh, he's very invested. Not that is normally isn't, but given how preoccupied he was with his show, she didn't think she'd have him diving between her legs like this.

"Have you missed me?" She laughs, teeth pressing into her bottom lip as she tugs on his hair.

[rosarianoath]

He comes up for air, gaze flicking to her face.

“Always,” he murmurs, and he pops a finger in his mouth to wet it before pressing a finger to her hole. “I could live between your legs.”

[noburden]

Jill moans, willing to be loud knowing they're alone. Clive deserves to hear how he affects her, though the desperate little strain of her hips might do it, too.

"You should. I'd let you."

[rosarianoath]

Thank the Founder no one is home, the way she goes off. Clive presses a brief kiss to her, the pad of his finger running along her entrance.

“Would you let me fall asleep inside you, and wake with your thighs gripping my head?”

[noburden]

"And smother you? But of course," she laughs, and tries to playfully trap his head between her knees. "I know it to be your heart's desire."

[rosarianoath]

Clive hums against her as she boxes his ears, and he reaches up to hold her thighs exactly where they are. Let his renewed mouthing be his agreement.

[noburden]

Jill does squeeze his head between her thighs, briefly, moaning his name as she tilts herself towards him.

"You've been starved, poor man."

[rosarianoath]

Famished.

His grip on her tightens, and he presses his tongue to her clit.

And he thinks, like an idiot: To boldly go where no man has gone before!

[noburden]

Thankfully he doesn't say those words aloud. Jill wouldn't only have to correct him and bring up some miserable times between them, but also ask what the fuck.

As it is, she simply moans, tugging on his hair harder in encouragement. She's feeling quite spoiled.

[rosarianoath]

Look, Kirk doesn't have many quotable lines that refer to eating pussy. He's trying!

It's easy to get as engrossed in this as he is in his favourite TV show, a rumble of a moan in his chest as he locks an arm around her to hold her firmly in place. He slips one finger into her, and then two, palm up, dragging the pads of his fingers inside her. She deserves a spoiling.

[noburden]

Jill gasps, thighs pressing in against him again, soft praises on her lips for him.

"Those fingers of yours, Clive, they're--"

Her words catch in her throat as she tenses. Was that a creak of the floorboards? The house settling? She glances upwards as if she could see if she's missed the front door opening and Joshua's return.

[rosarianoath]

He doesn’t catch the sound, wholly engrossed in her, ears handily muffled by her pillowy thighs. He only stills when he feels her tense, and stops entirely at the look on her face.

“What is it?”

[noburden]

Nothing? Maybe. Except she knows Clive would be mortified to be caught like this.

"I thought I heard something. Torgal, maybe."

[rosarianoath]

Clive sits back on his heels, two fingers still inside her, listening.

Footsteps above, and without the click of Torgal’s claws.

[noburden]

Jill frowns. Not too deeply, mind you, for she's grateful to have Joshua with them. Of course.

"He's early," she says.

[rosarianoath]

Joshua will probably want to watch Star Trek, he figures, and though he is sorry to not have Jill coming on his face, he’ll still have a good night for it.

“Perhaps later, then?” he says, and he withdraws his fingers from her and briefly sucks them clean before leaning over to give her a quick kiss.

[noburden]

Jill sighs, but it's with a smile. If anything could cockblock her without annoyance, it's an opportunity for the brothers to spend time together. She steals an extra kiss before sitting up and looking for her panties.

"I expect you to leave me sore."

[rosarianoath]

He looks, briefly and guileless, flustered, but it comes with a little smile of his own.

“I will be prepared for the task,” he says, getting himself up off the floor. Might as well go up and greet the boy. “And keep you quiet, at that…”

[noburden]

"I'm not that loud," Jill feels the need to say, amused regardless. "But there are plenty of ways to keep my mouth occupied."

[rosarianoath]

“You aren’t quiet, either,” he says, but then again, any noise at all is too much with Joshua in the house. (Ignoring his own role in the noise level, of course.) He moves towards her for a quick third and final kiss before heading off up the stairs. “I’ll keep him occupied.”

And in the small hours of the morning, after four more rousing hours of Star Trek, dinner, a nap, and a brief hunting trip, Clive creeps upstairs to their bedroom.

[noburden]

Jill's up and awake, sitting at her mirror and brushing out her hair after a bath. It was a way to pass the time with Clive out, and escape any late night chats with Joshua about Star Trek. As much as she loves both brothers, she is really tired of talking about Star Trek.

At the sound of his footsteps, Jill gets up to greet him with a hug and a smile.

[rosarianoath]

He meets her with open arms, folding them around her tight, burying his nose into her damp hair. She smells nice. A pity he doesn’t. He kisses her scalp.

“Bathing without me?” he murmurs, with a squeeze.

[noburden]

He stinks. She's used to it. It does nothing to deter her from returning the embrace tightly, always pleased to be in his arms.

"I took care of me so I can take care of you."

The scissors are on the bathroom counter.

[rosarianoath]

“I thought I was coming home to ravish you,” he says, but maybe that can be after a shower.

He kisses her temple next.

[noburden]

"You are. But I can barely see your eyes under all that hair, and... you reek, Clive."

She laughs and squeezes him regardless of the smell.