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[rosarianoath]

Alarm passes over his face, but there’s nothing to be done about what’s already passed her lips. He just gently places his free hand over her mouth, using one hip to pin her and the other hand to keep stroking her.

“And I haven’t even gotten started.”

[noburden]

There's a whimper from behind his hand, a needy little sound that would most certainly be too loud if he didn't muffle her. Blunt fingernails trail over his skin, her eyes on his.

She loves him.

[rosarianoath]

He meets her eyes, water beating down on his shoulder, spray bouncing around them. His fingers work back and forth, firm, until he finally slips one inside her.

He can’t believe he’s doing this, as though he’s ever had such fortune.

[noburden]

The hand at her mouth is doing just as much work, keeping her noises quiet, her eyes trained on his even as she nips at his palm with her teeth. Her patience is always near non-existent when it comes to his hands on her, and she strains to move her hips.

[rosarianoath]

Holding her down is a job all on its own, the way she always wants to get at him. He idly thinks it’s a pity she can’t be tied down; there’s plenty more he could do with both hands free. But it’s pleasant, as it is, to feel her squirm under him, to feel the gentle bite into the meat of his palm.

“I don’t think my palm could quiet you if I put my cock in you,” he murmurs, brow bowed against hers.

He adds another finger.

[noburden]

There's another whimper that melts into a softer whine. He's cruel. His fingers are good, but not good enough. Nothing compares to feeling him hot and hard inside her.

Which is why he's absolutely right that his palm couldn't keep her quiet. He knows her too well.

[rosarianoath]

He presses a brief kiss to the bridge of her nose, fingers curling in.

“Do you want me to take you to bed?”

[noburden]

Jill nods quickly, fingers pressing into his skin where she holds onto him as she grinds against his hand. She wants him. She always does.

[rosarianoath]

His fingers ease out, teasing.

“Ought I carry you there wet and dripping?”

[noburden]

Another soft whine at his teasing, though her eyes are full of warmth. And lust, apparently, pupils large.

"I'll kiss every drop of water from your skin," she says against his hand. Slightly less romantic, but the intent is there.

[rosarianoath]

Clive nods, skin brushing hers, and he takes his fingers from her entirely to shut off the water. The quiet is deafening, just the drip of water off them both. His cock bumps insistently against her. He looks at her for a sober moment, calm… and then lets her go entirely to pick her up with one arm around her waist. He’s taking her right to bed.

[noburden]

She goes with a laugh, and that at least is a quiet sound.

"I hope you can always do this."

Pick her up like she's weightless, she means.

[rosarianoath]

Fuck her, he assumes. He hoists her right over his shoulder like a sack of grain and carries her off, dripping the whole way, soap bubbles still sliding down one armpit.

“Shh,” he just rumbles, and he plunks her down in bed on her back with a little too much enthusiasm to be gentle. Soft landing, at least.

[noburden]

She bounces with another small laugh, moving up the bed to give him space.

"Am I supposed to remain entirely silent?"

[rosarianoath]

"Somewhere between silence and a theater show," he says, amused, and he stands over her for a beat just to look at her, long limbs and glistening skin and all, before he crawls after her, dripping. He presses her legs wide with his body, cock bobbing between them, a particular swell to his chest as he looks down at her, a hunger in his gaze. "You wanted me to leave you sore?"

[noburden]

As he looks over her she takes him in. A strong body that's filled out over the last year, and though he's fighting beasts well below his skill and strength, he seems more muscled than ever. She loves it.

She looks up at him as he moves over her with pure adoration, reaching up to cup his cheek.

"I do. Would you like to do that to me?"

[rosarianoath]

The question makes the breath he's drawing in catch; yes, he could say, but it's harder to stave off the apprehension when she's being so sweet, so gentle. Determined not to think too much about it, he just nods, and gathers both her wrists above her head to pin them with one broad palm.

[noburden]

She worries he is thinking about it too much, but doesn't wish to dampen the mood by questioning him too much. With her hands pinned, she still tries to lean up to kiss him, settling for nipping at his lips if she can't land it properly.

"I enjoy being at your mercy," she reminds him. Even if she wiggles and squirms.

[rosarianoath]

He can be a little mean to make this work, he thinks. He keeps his face away from hers with a little huff.

“Good,” he murmurs. He lets his weight sink into pinning her, and the other is free to grasp himself. He bumps the fat head of his cock against her. “Deep breath now.”

[noburden]

It's terribly mean not to kiss her, but she likes it when he teases her even if she looks mildly affronted. He'll give in eventually. He always does.

Taking a deep breath with his weight against her isn't easy, but she does as she's told, breasts and belly rising. She can't help but smile at him.

[rosarianoath]

He drives in, all the way home, the snap of his hips mean and quick. He hunches over her, mouth dropping to hers to stifle any sound.

[noburden]

Good that he knows she'll be loud. She cries out against his lips, admittedly a little surprised he didn't relent or go for something sweeter. But this is what she wanted, and it's perfect, and she squeezes her thighs around him as hard as she can.

This is only ever for them.

[rosarianoath]

There’s a rumble in his chest as he swallows up that cry, and the way she tenses and flexes around him nearly makes him lose what composure he has with her. She’s wet — he’d seen to that — but a sudden strike is a sudden strike, and he stays where he is for a beat, pressed snugly against her.

Then he draws back just enough to drive back in hard.

[noburden]

Her nails are digging into her palms and she wishes she could hold onto him, clutch his back, drag her fingers through his hair. All she can do is flex her thighs around him, gasping and writhing beneath him with the next thrust.

She's sure to catch his eyes, let him see the pleasure in hers. The love.

"My Clive," she manages to pant off his lips, voice soft.

[rosarianoath]

My Jill. Last time he'd been rough with her, he'd had the misfortune of his mind handing the reins to his baser instincts, and it's a surprise to see –– and remember –– how much she enjoys it. He finds himself gasping, his own pleasure threatening to take over baser thought again, and he hammers away at her, again and again, his torso lowering closer and closer to hers as he sinks to an elbow to kiss her more easily.