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[noburden]

She nuzzles the side of her face against his. Nowadays she feels so comfortable and sure about what they have that she can joke, knowing he's the one.

"There would be the problem. No man can compare to you."

[rosarianoath]

“Really,” he murmurs, and he withdraws to face her, just enough that their noses brush. “How much smaller do they run, you think?”

[noburden]

"Hmm. By half," she says, lifting her chin to bump their noses together. "I shouldn't be so quick to dismiss a man that was made for me."

[rosarianoath]

“And I wouldn’t want my lady to be disappointed with only half what she is owed,” he says, both hands sliding down her back to rest on her ass.

[noburden]

"When you are everything I could ever want and then some," she says, squeezing him in her arms.

[rosarianoath]

He kisses her, deep and adoring, and as he does so he lifts her up to carry her with him right into the shower.

[noburden]

Jill meets his kiss with a happy sigh, only giving a small laugh when he lifts her.

"Oh. I was just about to carry you into the shower," she jokes.

He smells ripe.

[rosarianoath]

"I'm sorry to have denied you the opportunity," he murmurs against her chin as he steps over the side of the tub, leaning his shoulder into the wall as he sets her down. It's still wet from her own bath, and neither of them are fully undressed, so he just tugs at her nightdress.

[noburden]

How she loves the way he paws at her. Jill pulls her nightdress off over her head, tossing it clear of the shower.

"Next time."

[rosarianoath]

"I'm looking forward to seeing you try," he says, hands roving up her body the moment she's rid of the dress, cupping her breasts with both hands.

[noburden]

"I think I can manage it."

Absolutely not. That she can move him at all in their bed is only because he humors her. Glancing down at his hands on her breasts, she reaches out with a cheeky smile to plant her hands on his chest. Ha.

[rosarianoath]

He looks down at her hands, momentarily confused by the symmetry between them, and then chuckles under his breath. He looks her in the eyes with a matching smile.

"Now what do you think you'll do with those, my lady?"

[noburden]

She's just barely containing her laughter.

"Well... these are my pillows, sometimes," she says. "But here? The possibilities are endless."

But she just squeezes them.

[rosarianoath]

"I'm surprised you'll touch them at all, sweaty as they are," he says, and he flexes them, just for her.

[noburden]

Jill's eyes light up as she laughs.

"Oh, I'll touch all of you, sweaty or bloodied or covered in guts."

[rosarianoath]

"I think I ought to take the last of my clothes off, then," he says, "so you can start in earnest."

[noburden]

"Please do. I should make sure you're washed properly."

Like the man can't do it himself.

[rosarianoath]

He lets go of her long enough to take down his braies, and he flings them off his foot to some corner of the bathroom before reaching for the tap.

[noburden]

"You're very handsome," she says, watching him with a smile. Rare for her to say it so plainly, but she's in a mood. He knows she adores his heart and his bravery, but she's also just a woman desperately attracted to his body, too.

[rosarianoath]

She's so complimentary tonight that it could bring a flush to his face. He looks at her amused, even as cold water blasts his back.

"I always hoped to be handsome to you," he replies.

[noburden]

"And you always have been." She fancied him the moment she saw him, and it's only gotten worse. She reaches for the red loofah (hers is blue, of course) that she bought for him and is unsure he even uses.

"Even when you stink."

[rosarianoath]

"I'm starting to think it was the smell that drew you in," he replies, shifting the angle of his head, the water bouncing off the back of his neck. He has most certainly never touched the loofah. "Even when I was narrow and thin, I came home smelling of morbols and their ilk."

[noburden]

"I would say you took my breath away, but really, I was just holding it around you."

She smiles sweetly at him before lathering up the loofah with her body wash, some floral scented gel, and passing it over Clive's chest.

Her free hand brushes over his belly.

"You're far from narrow and thin these days."

[rosarianoath]

Her hand passes over the thick swells of abdominal muscles. What water comes over his shoulders runs between them, chasing soap bubbles down.

"I'd thought I grown heavier in my first months at the Hideaway," he says, "but that had nothing on what you've done for me this past year."

That extra weight does him good, filling out his chest, his sides, his thighs –– what she bought for him when they first arrived strains to fit on him now.

[noburden]

She's proud to have filled him out.

"You look healthy," she says, voice fond. A well-fed, well-loved man. "There's more of you to wrap around me."

Speaking of which--she grabs his arm to lift it so she can scrub his pits. They were dank.