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[rosarianoath]

Relief and pride. He settles his arms around her, immediately content to look at her in the eye.

“I didn’t either,” he says, “but I saw a man at the bar send one, and I thought, perhaps…”

[noburden]

It was a terrible picture but she'll take that to the grave. He's learning. Jill smiles at him fondly.

"I'll have to return the favor sometime," she says. With proper lighting. No flash. Maybe he'll aspire to do better.

[rosarianoath]

“I would be on my way home in a heartbeat,” he says, leaning in to kiss her briefly. He did it! Successful!

[noburden]

She leans up on her toes to return the kiss. He's sweet.

"I admit I did hurry home," she tells him. Because she felt somehow Dion would Know what lives on her phone.

[rosarianoath]

“Really?” he says, hands drifting down to her hips, the tip of his nose running along the bridge of hers. “I hope I didn’t spoil your afternoon.”

[noburden]

"Never. You're my favorite," she whispers. "And I like seeing you try new things. You get to discover nothing bad comes of it."

The picture did his dick no favors, but she appreciates him trying.

[rosarianoath]

He nods, a twinge sheepish — how little he knows, how afraid he still is —- but it’s warming to feel her affections.

“So you’d be happy, then, if I sent one again?”

[noburden]

A hand rubs at the small of his back, soothing. All this time and he worries still.

"I would." Now is her chance for some gentle guidance. She gives him a brief kiss. "Perhaps without the flash, next time?"

[rosarianoath]

He gives her a mildly puzzled look as the kiss breaks off.

“The what?” he asks, earnestly.

[noburden]

"The... light. The one that flashes when you take the picture. It's meant for the dark," she says kindly, still rubbing his back. "It washes away some of the finer details."

His cock was just one bright, fleshy length. Sad.

[rosarianoath]

“Oh,” he says. “I thought you could see it better that way.”

He shifts slightly, pulling her with him a step further down the hall, away from the stairs.

[noburden]

Does he not intently stare and examine his own pictures? Strange. Maybe only she does it. Jill steps with him, remaining close.

"May I show you?"

[rosarianoath]

“Of course,” he says, and he gently manoeuvres her against the wall so he can kiss her again, his body against hers, the rapidly hardening stripe of his cock pressed against her lower belly.

[noburden]

She smiles, glad to be trapped, and glad to be wanted. He's nearly perfect in so many ways. He can be taught how to take better dick pics. She believes in him.

"I want an entire collection of pictures of you," she says after a kiss. "You're very handsome. Every part of you."

[rosarianoath]

“I thought it was boring to sit for paintings, as a boy,” he murmurs, smiling as he leans his forehead to hers. “For you, I could be very patient.”

[noburden]

"You're very obedient for me," Jill says, nuzzling her nose against his with a happy hum. Her hands are less innocent, pulling at his waistband, fingers slipping in to touch warm skin along the line of his hip. "I don't doubt it."

[rosarianoath]

He groans under his breath, eyes half-lidded as he looks at her, feels her touch. He presses himself against her.

“I’ll be so patient. I’ll do whatever you ask.”

[noburden]

She smiles with a cant of her head. Oh, she knows.

"Oh? Then tell me what you were thinking of, when you were taking that picture for me."

Her slender fingers gently wrap around the subject of said picture. Jill tries not to think of how she almost died opening that picture in public.

[rosarianoath]

Clive, oblivious to the psychic damage inflicted upon his beloved, tries to resist the urge to just rut into her palm.

“I wanted you to look at it,” he says. “And want it.”

[noburden]

Jill, meanwhile, resists the urge to ask if he even looked at the picture before he sent it.

"I do. I always do," she says, giving him all of one stroke before pulling her hand out of his pants. "I'd love to look some more, though."

And do a very quick lesson in dick pics.

[rosarianoath]

“You can,” he says, tucking his face into the crook of her neck and pressing a hot kiss to her pulse. “I’ll show you right now, if you’ll allow me that.”

[noburden]

"If you'll be so kind as to take me to our bed," Jill laughs, so often looking for any excuse for Clive to manhandle her. She even helps by wrapping her arms around his neck, ready to be hoisted up.

[rosarianoath]

“Yes, my lady.” He stoops just enough to scoop her up, and hesitates for a split second. He ought to take her into his arms like a bride, but the temptation to splay her legs around his waist rides high. Should he? No. Bridal style it is, and he lifts her high in his arms, holding her tight. To bed they go, just a short trip down the hall, and he sets her down on their bed like she’s made of gold.

[noburden]

Playful. Light. Important things to keep in mind as she hopes to encourage him to be a better photographer. There's mischief in Jill's eyes as she looks at him once she's placed down, and she reaches forward to yank down his sweats.

"Usually, I think myself patient..."

But they have work to do.

[rosarianoath]

He takes a sharp little breath in as she abruptly bares him from the waist — there’s nothing underneath. But it quickly turns into a chuckle under his breath, and he helps her take them the rest of the way down.

“It’s the lady’s right to set the pace.”