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[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.

[noburden]

There's the tiniest scrunch of her nose as he one ups her. She steals a kiss, slow and gentle, pressing closer to the heat of his body.

"I love doing anything with you." So there. Watching Star Trek, maintaining their home, or simply curling up together. She couldn't ask for more.

[rosarianoath]

He pulls her in, a strong arm fully enveloping her waist.

"And you get to," he whispers, with another kiss before he continues: "Forever, and always, for the rest of our lives."

[noburden]

"Happily ever after, if you will," she smiles, and it's her turn to kiss him again.

"Nights like these with you are all I ever dreamed of."

[rosarianoath]

"Happily ever after," he agrees, and he rolls her under him, just enough weight on his elbow to press her into the mattress with the length of his body. He looks down at her, damp hair hanging in his face. "This is all real."

[noburden]

Jill looks up at him with a warm smile. Both hands go up into that hair, gently gripping at the roots.

"Good. I look forward to every day with you. Even if you do sometimes come home reeking of monster intestines and rub it on me."

Torgal does it too.

[rosarianoath]

Her fingers are wonderful, her touch is wonderful. All of her is wonderful.

"Is there much to complain about when you can then coax me into the shower?"

[noburden]

"Complaint? That was no complaint. Only stating a fact. I have no complaints about you, my love," she says. "Just as I know you have no complaints about any cold feet finding you in the middle of the night."

[rosarianoath]

“They’re freezing,” he says, fondly. “But I’d have them poke between my calves any night.”

[noburden]

Her toes are only a little chilly when she tries to press them to his calves, Jill's laugh a mischievous little giggle.

"They only feel so cold because you run as hot as flame."

[rosarianoath]

"I've felt you press closer on winter nights, and your reluctance to draw away in the summer," he murmurs. Fewer nights than there ought to have been, but enough to see the trajectory of their future unspooling ahead of them like yarn.

[noburden]

Summer has never been her favorite season. Worse when it nearly prevents her from cuddling up with Clive.

Nearly. She tries to endure, even if she ends up with her hair plastered to her skin from sweat.

"I prefer winter," she says, and kisses him. "I've forgotten what cold feels like."

[rosarianoath]

"I would have you forget entirely, consign it to the past," he whispers against her lips, a hand drifting down her side, down her thigh.

[noburden]

"I need to remember it so that I remain grateful to you," she smiles, kissing him again. "I can't take you for granted."

[rosarianoath]

He gently splays her knee wide, hoisting it around his hip.

“You never would,” he assures her. “Not for an instant.”

[noburden]

It's good that he knows, without a doubt. Jill spreads her thighs for him, leaning up to kiss him again, hand slipping to the back of his neck to keep him in place so she can be thorough.

[rosarianoath]

He presses against her once more, content to make out with her with his body weight grinding her into the mattress, heart surging. After everything, they have this.

[noburden]

Jill's thoughts are similar. This is their life, their love. Between kisses she can't help but laugh.

"You're in love with me," she whispers, like it's some sort of secret she's discovered and is immensely pleased to share.

[rosarianoath]

He smiles, gazing down at her, his imagination filling in the joy on her face where the dim lighting denies him a full view.

"Madly so," he says. "And completely transfixed by you, from head to toe, in my body and in my soul."

[noburden]

"As you should," she says, feeling giddy enough to be silly. "I'm the only one suitable for you."