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[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.

[rosarianoath]

“I had a mishap with a monster corpse,” he says, amused. That’s a common occurrence, at least. He peels himself from her. “I’ll undress, then.”

[noburden]

Jill steps back, arms crossed over her middle. She gives him a smile. She'll watch.

"I'm sure Torgal enjoyed that."

[rosarianoath]

"He's in the backyard still rolling in it."

He starts on unbuckling his armour, leaving it on the floor where it lays so it doesn't contaminate their laundry. He'll haul it all downstairs once he's down to his underclothes.

"Did you enjoy the rest of your evening?"

[noburden]

Jill makes a face--Torgal will get a bath next--but doesn't let that detract from the view. She'll never tire of watching Clive.

"I did. I always enjoy my time with Joshua."

Joshua, who is hopefully long asleep by now.

[rosarianoath]

Clive unlaces and shucks off his vest. Underneath, his white undershirt clings damply to his skin, and he sticks a thumb in his shirt laces to loosen them, too.

“Good,” he says, pleased. “He went to bed, did he?”

He could be out with Dante.

[noburden]

She can see the line of his muscles through his shirt. It's great. As much as she misses him while he hunts, he needs to get out and burn off his energy... and at least it often means she gets to see this.

"He did. I made sure he had a big dinner."

A little food coma in their favor.

[rosarianoath]

“Perfect,” he says, and he pulls his shirt off over his head, back stretching out and abs flexing as he does. “Thank you for always taking such good care of him.”

Boots next.

[noburden]

Jill admires him openly, though his thanks has her shaking her head.

"You don't need to thank me, Clive. He's family. Having the opportunity to take care of him is truly my pleasure."

And looking after him in Clive's absence is a very important job.

[rosarianoath]

“I’m grateful just the same,” he says, and he unlaces himself out of his trousers. That always takes a minute, the loops parting bit by bit to reveal his braies and his sweaty thighs.

[noburden]

"Then I can tell you that I'm grateful for you, Clive. For taking care of us."

And letting her watch him undress whenever she pleases. Truly, a gift.

[rosarianoath]

He beams at her, stepping out of his trousers and dropping them aside with the rest, nude save for his socks and braies, the latter of which sits so sloppily on his hips that they reveal dark hair trailing upwards. He smiles.

“I’ll shower quickly, then, so I can be with you sooner.”

[noburden]

His smile still makes her heart stutter. At the mention of a shower, she steps forward with a click of her tongue, hands setting on his hips.

"Let me trim your hair before you wash it." Less shedding in their bed.