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[noburden]

"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."

[rosarianoath]

"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..."

[noburden]

"I want to know what catches your eye, my dear Clive," she says, letting go of him to playfully wander ahead, stopping to peer at a particular seat.

At least this one is blue. Subtle.

"Is this it?"

[rosarianoath]

Oh, he’s going to be toyed with. He follows, enjoying the extra space because he gets to look at her.

“Not finely made enough for you,” he says.

[noburden]

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."

[rosarianoath]

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.”

[noburden]

"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."

[rosarianoath]

“My lady,” he says, putting his arms up to take her into them. “I am sure I will enjoy it a great deal.”

[noburden]

"Without fear of suffocation or broken noses," she says, slipping into his arms. Not that he ever worries about such things...

[rosarianoath]

"I never feared those," he says, pulling her close so he can kiss the crown of her head. "In fact, I welcome them."

[noburden]

"You might, but I don't. Hurting you is the worst thing I could ever do," she says. Even if it were only an accident. Even if he'd happily die between her thighs, she would not be very happy. "I must handle you with care so I can have a very long time with you."

[rosarianoath]

"Thus, a chair," he murmurs, letting his nose linger in her hair for a beat longer before withdrawing. "Blue, then? It's your colour..."

[noburden]

"Blue," she agrees. Her hand finds his, holding it as she thinks. "I hope they can deliver this to the house..."

And that Joshua is conveniently out.

[rosarianoath]

"Can we not just wrap it in a blanket?"

[noburden]

"Won't that make it more obvious?"

They should have discussed logistics beforehand.

[rosarianoath]

“We could come up with a story,” he says. “Perhaps it is a box of… fertilizer, for the garden, come spring.”

[noburden]

The look on Jill's face makes it clear she doesn't think that will work.

"We could say it's... simply a chair for our room. Dull furniture. Nothing exciting. And not a complete lie."