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[rosarianoath]

He nods against her, breathing out contentedly.

“It’s like training,” he murmurs. “One does not succeed if one does not try.”

[noburden]

"It is," she agrees, amused. "But I know you worry about hurting me."

He gets a kiss on the side of his face for it.

[rosarianoath]

He considers his options, closing his eyes comfortably.

“Perhaps there’s another way,” he says. “Perhaps we take another outing together… this time to one of those shops.”

[noburden]

She continues running her fingers along his back, humming thoughtfully.

"And then?"

[rosarianoath]

“We buy a special potion.”

It’d help more than spit.

[noburden]

She laughs with a small nod against him.

"We'll be better prepared."

Impulsive as they can be, they're remarkably consistent with it.

[rosarianoath]

“Yes,” he agrees, shifting a hand to palm her ass. “We both will be.”

[noburden]

Jill lifts her head to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then properly on the lips, slow and sweet.

"I missed you terribly while you were out."

[rosarianoath]

He savours a moment of making out before replying:

“I think about you constantly when I go.”

[noburden]

"I just think about you constantly," she teases, though it's entirely true. "I'm always waiting for the next moment I can throw my arms around you and hear you speak to me."

[rosarianoath]

“How do you restrain yourself in public, I wonder?” He kisses the side of her nose. “It’s a shame I ever have to go anywhere.”

[noburden]

"Oh, it's not easy. You have no idea how much I struggle when out with you. Even at home... I'd be on you every given moment if I could get away with it."

Alas, they must keep it to the bedroom.

[rosarianoath]

He runs a finger down the cleft of her ass, a pleased little rumble in his chest.

"We should go back to that club."

[noburden]

"What do you like most about that place?" She asks, kissing along his cheek, because that will surely help him think.

[rosarianoath]

Clive closes his eyes, relaxing.

“I like… the anonymity. And that there is no judgment.”

[noburden]

She smiles against his skin before whispering, "Shall we pretend to be strangers when we go?"

[rosarianoath]

The hair on the back of his neck stands up.

“Both of us?”

[noburden]

"Both of us. We can be ourselves, or be someone else. If you think that sort of play would be enjoyable."

Surely the theater nerd would like that.

[rosarianoath]

The thought is intriguing. Concerning, in its own way, too –– he looks at the crown of her head, wondering.

"I think we should try it."

[noburden]

"Let's try," she agrees. They can easily abandon it if it's too strange. "I'll do my best not to be terribly jealous of myself."

[rosarianoath]

"Perhaps that's the good sort of jealousy," he murmurs, kissing the top of her head. Then: "When?"

He'd go now, if he wasn't rapidly losing steam.

[noburden]

Not now, when she's looking forward to curling up with him for the night. Jill's hand moves to trace along his arm, around the curve of his bicep.

"Tomorrow? If you're not busy."

[rosarianoath]

"Clive will be busy." He tangles a leg between hers, thigh pressing up against her wet cunt. "So someone else will be there to meet you."

[noburden]

For half a moment she looks confused, but then she laughs, charmed that he's playing along so soon. She wiggles so that she's flush against his thigh, pleased.

"Not to meet me," she teases back.

[rosarianoath]

"To meet a surprise," he confirms, smiling into her hair, deliberately grinding against her.