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[rosarianoath]

He hums comfortably at the stroke of her hand.

"I spent so long trying to please her," he muses, straightening up again. "You deserve to be petty, and I deserve to displease her..."

[noburden]

"We do," Jill agrees with a smile he can't see because he blocks her entirely in the mirror. She combs through his hair with her fingers before trimming, using the very valid excuse of hair getting caught in the curve of his ass to lightly swat it.

[rosarianoath]

Clive looks back at her over his shoulder when she swats him, startled but not surprised, and he laughs under his breath.

“Forget petty. You spite her, laying your hands on a prince of Rosaria in such a manner…”

[noburden]

Jill laughs and reaches around him to put the scissors back onto the counter. She takes the opportunity to wrap her arms around Clive's middle from behind.

"I claim this prince as my own."

[rosarianoath]

He braces himself against the counter so she can lean her weight into him. Her arms are snug around his waist, and he feels his dick brush the counter’s edge.

“He’s yours, my love.”

[noburden]

"And every day he makes me happy and proud to be his lady."

She hopes Anabella is shrieking, wherever she may be.

"I suppose I'll let you clean up now that I can see your face again."

[rosarianoath]

“I’ll be quick,” he promises, shifting to lay a hand over hers and give it a quick squeeze. “Next time you should wait until I get home to bathe… we could spare the water, showering together.”

[noburden]

"Is that all?" She asks with a kiss to his shoulder. A mistake. She splutters to get the hair off her lips.

[rosarianoath]

He cranes his neck to look at her. Babe, Joshua is sleeping.

“There are other perks…”

[noburden]

Bleh. Jill wipes her mouth, no effort to be ladylike before Clive.

"Such as?"

[rosarianoath]

"I could wash you," he says. "Or if I was too unclean to do so, at least watch you wash yourself..."

He most certainly spent a handful of years attempting not to get a hard-on just knowing she'd gone to the nearest creek to bathe, and imagining what that looked like.

[noburden]

She hums.

"And if I wish to wash you... it's no crime to bathe twice, is it?"

[rosarianoath]

"I suppose not," he says, and he turns in her arms so he can hold her, too. This requires his very thinly clothed cock to smear against her hip as he turns. "I suppose if I press myself to you long enough, you'll have to."

[noburden]

She leans into him, and into his dick. Not her fault it's right there.

"I do think I must smell like you by now."

[rosarianoath]

"Then you'll have no qualms if I do this," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her tightly, making sure his pits end up right on her shoulders.

[noburden]

Disgusting. She laughs and doesn't even try to move away.

"You're pungent!" She says lovingly.

[rosarianoath]

"You wanted to cut my hair first, now you must endure it!"

He arches his back a little, just enough to put his sweaty chest in her face, too.

[noburden]

Most days she loves suffocating herself against his chest, but today the smell threatens to steal the kill.

"It's coming from your pores!" Ew.

[rosarianoath]

"I am no Harpocrates, but I do think that's where it comes from," he says. He rests his chin on the top of her head, like he might settle in for good. "Are you pungent enough to bathe with me, then?"

[noburden]

"Did you eat the carcass?" She teases. "I would bathe with you anyway, I think, to properly scrub you."

[rosarianoath]

"I would enjoy that as much as I enjoyed nibbling on that monster."

He loosens his grip on her, but only slightly.

[noburden]

"You're quite the monster yourself right now. I might decide to nibble on you," she laughs, and though she might be able to slip away, she doesn't. "See what all the fuss is about."

[rosarianoath]

He hums his agreement, ducking his head to the side to nuzzle into the side of her neck, nosing around her ear.

"What if I taste worse than I smell?"

[noburden]

She used to smell clean. There might be some remaining scent of soap left on her skin.

"I'll have to find a new man, I suppose."

[rosarianoath]

Odd, how a year ago he’d suggested just that and ruined her joy for what had seemed like forever. Now she jokes so easily, and the sting he feels thinking about it is hidden by his face against the side of hers.

“I hope he isn’t bigger than I am.”