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[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.

[noburden]

A surprise for them both, really. She has no idea what type of character this stranger will meet. At least she has a day to think of something that isn't terribly dull or off putting.

Jill huffs out a little groan, hand dropping to playfully pinch his side. There's more to grab there these days.

"You're going to get me worked up again," she warns, as if he doesn't know. "You fiend."

[rosarianoath]

He shivers at the pinch, a chuff under his breath.

“Are you tired?”

[noburden]

"No," she replies, as if it's obvious. "Are you?"

[rosarianoath]

"For you I could be fiendish a little longer," he murmurs.

[noburden]

She rubs herself against his thigh, gazing at him with nothing but affection.

"I think I could have you a dozen times every night and never tire of it."

[rosarianoath]

“The lady wants to be very sore, then.”

He’s steadily getting hard again, with her grinding on him.

[noburden]

She laughs under her breath. She can't be too sore for tomorrow. A different person she may be, for their fun, but the body remains one and the same.

"I do enjoy gentle," Jill reminds him, tipping her face up to kiss him softly. She doesn't always need to be railed into oblivion. "And gentle is your nature."

[rosarianoath]

Maybe it’s the time of night or all-consuming desire to please her, but the reminder feels like a surprise. Oh, yes. There’s that too. He kisses her, lazily sinking into it, his expression softening.

“Gentle it is, then,” he says, a hand roving to palm a breast.

[noburden]

She hums at his touch, fingers tracing over his cheekbone and up into his hair. He really is the closest thing to perfection. Sometimes she can't believe he's chosen her, even now.

"I like making love with you." If she sounds a little dazed, she's only just happy.

[rosarianoath]

Nose to nose with her, it's easy to sink into the softness of her gaze and remind himself that he once walked away from the chance to ever do this again. Her skin is bed-warm, her touch is gentle, and she is the most beautiful being to ever walk any earth. He is scared to hurt her. He is also scared that he ever thought he could live without this.

"I love making love with you," he replies, and his hand runs down her side, reverently.