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[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.

[rosarianoath]

“I think I really will crush you someday if this keeps up,” he says, lifting his arm for her. Weird to have her do the more practical parts of bathing, but he won’t complain. He just makes an amused sound. “Starting at one of the worst places… very brave of you.”

[noburden]

Jill simply smiles for a moment as she focuses on washing him, one pit and then the other, hands roaming over his biceps as she goes along. Washing and feeling him up all in one motion.

"Brave? I often wake up with my face pressed right there," she says. "I should make sure it's safe."

[rosarianoath]

He just holds onto the curtain rod with one hand, moving as-needed. Her touch feels nice, warm and slippery and wet, and it leaves him with a pleasant hum in his heart. No one, he's sure, has ever tended to him like Jill has.

For all the touching they do, it still always feels like the first time.

"And who is to blame for that?" he says, gently teasing. "It's not me putting your face there."

[noburden]

"Oh? I slide off your chest at some point," she says, as if that is indeed his fault. "And your shoulder. This is the lowest place to land."

She gives the other pit and extra scrub, playful. That's the side she's usually curled against.

[rosarianoath]

“Are you suggesting I toss you down there?” he says, leaning to her, nose scrunching as he bites back a laugh at her rubbing at his underarm.

[noburden]

"I'm suggesting no such thing!" She says with a laugh, enamored with the look on his face. And while she doesn't mean to tickle him, her touch is light as it moves down his sides.

[rosarianoath]

His flank shivers at the sensation anyway, and he chuckles and leans in even closer.

"And yet I do not hear any confession as to where you find yourself in the morning."

[noburden]

"Lovingly tucked against my husband?" She grins, knowing he enjoys being called as such.