Clive gives a quiet rumble of acknowledgement, briefly closing his eyes and smiling.
“Founder, I hope so,” he says, willing himself not to think about it too much. He could salivate like a dog if he let himself. “I want to be under you for hours…”
"Hence our quest," she reminds him with a fond hug of his arm. "You may be the end of me, but you seem sure it's what you want..."
Such torture, to be wanted so desperately. She tugs him along a little quicker, but her eyes are constantly darting over to this and that. If he can spend hours under her, she could spend hours here, finding curious new things to try.
"Oh, please do. He'll make me the happiest," she teases, and pauses briefly to pull him in for a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. Nothing too sensual, given their mission, but she can't help it when he's being cute.
"Then I must take this home with me," she laughs, holding onto his arm tighter and tugging him along with her as she marches on towards the edge of the store. "This, and an accessory."
"The furniture is the accessory." Jill nods, because it makes sense in her mind. She can see benches along the wall, perhaps for comfort or leverage, though some are a little too much for her tastes with their neon colors.
"Unless you'd like to pick something else up as well. We have nowhere to be but home."
"An accessory sounds like something you wear," he says, but whatever she says goes. He sees the benches too, and the colours seem to beg people to notice them, to ask about them. Embarrassing. It'll live in their closet. "I suppose if something catches our eyes, we might as well, while we're here..."
She looks to him fondly, hands folded behind her back.
"I already have a favorite seat that is perfect in every way. This one is just... for fun," she adds. It's him. He's her favorite seat. "It needn't be made of gold."
He chuckles under his breath, looking away under the guise of checking out the seats. Her tits are more obvious when she does that, and the mental images she’s giving him are enough to get his imagination going.
“But there’s no harm in it, if it’s to be your throne.”
"Choose a worthy one for your..." Queen? No, she hates it. Jill makes a face before she laughs, returning to his side. "For us. That's what it is, after all. A thing for us both to enjoy."
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He could will himself to like anything she likes.
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"Don't worry. Even if we don't take it home with us, you'll still end up where you're meant to be by the end of the night."
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“Founder, I hope so,” he says, willing himself not to think about it too much. He could salivate like a dog if he let himself. “I want to be under you for hours…”
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Such torture, to be wanted so desperately. She tugs him along a little quicker, but her eyes are constantly darting over to this and that. If he can spend hours under her, she could spend hours here, finding curious new things to try.
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“I’m very sure, I assure you,” he says. “And perhaps there’s something here you would want…”
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She's trying so hard not to get distracted.
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"Well, I've wondered how to bring it up with you," she teases. "Kind of you to save me the hassle, Clive."
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"You'll have to study the mirror to learn what is handsome to me."
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“Dark hair, I think,” he says. “On the shorter side.”
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A wall of gags and blindfolds really doesn't suit the tone, but she only flicks her gaze to them once before smiling up at Clive.
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“That should narrow it down,” he says. “I’m sure I could find someone who suits that description.”
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“I’m glad. You deserve every happiness,” he says. “And anything here you desire.”
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“An accessory?” he wonders. “Not just furniture?”
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"Unless you'd like to pick something else up as well. We have nowhere to be but home."
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At least this one is blue. Subtle.
"Is this it?"
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“Not finely made enough for you,” he says.
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"I already have a favorite seat that is perfect in every way. This one is just... for fun," she adds. It's him. He's her favorite seat. "It needn't be made of gold."
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“But there’s no harm in it, if it’s to be your throne.”
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