[She didn't anticipate him groaning. She's quickly learned his moans and encouragements make her melt. Like fire and ice indeed. This might be trouble, but her eagerness to take care of him may be stronger than her horniness. Maybe.
What else can she do but continue? And distract herself with thoughts of her not-so-dire list of tasks. Torgal needs a grooming. Always a monumental task, that...]
If I said "everywhere", [ he huffs, ] would you oblige me?
[ It's a tease. A bit of harmless (?) flirting, meant to convey that he would like to have her touch him anywhere she pleases, and that it feels good when she does. His back arches under her spread legs, the strong line of his spine bending to Jill's every whim; Founder, it feels so good to think of nothing but giving himself to her scrutiny.
Another inwards press of thumbs along the line of his back has him hiss-sigh again. ]
Lower, [ he rasps. ] Along my hips.
[ Where his travel packs usually sit, alongside his dagger and any other items he picks up during his travels. ]
I might. Just to be sure you're in good health, of course.
[He's a big man with a lot of muscles that could get sore. She'd believe it. She also believes, were she beneath him right now, she would die from lust. He feels his muscles tense and relax and she feels like the most powerful woman in the world.
His request has her scooting herself down his body, her ass finding a new home on the backs of his thighs. And his ass is right there before her, and she can't help but slide her hands over it through his pants. Those hands make their way to his hips, and then inwards, to massage alongside either side of his spine.]
[ She is the most powerful woman in the world. Shiva, the most delicate of the Eikons, with the most destructive one wrapped around her finger. A rare defiance of the laws of nature: ice, taming fire.
He arches again, when she fondles his ass, but takes care not to squirm; he's also trying not to get hard, with his cock wedged between himself and the mattress. Behave, Rosfield. ]
There, [ he affirms. ] ―Lower is fine, as well.
[ If she wants to cop a few more feels. He's a red-blooded male, and he would be lying if he also didn't stand behind Jill a few times and think about the outline of her under her skirts. ]
[Thank you, Clive. Jill's always thought Clive cut a fine form, and the years here in the Hideaway have left him lean and strong. With a nice ass. An ass she grabs with both hands, but even there she massages, approaching the base of his tailbone.]
We'll have to do this regularly, I think. You poor muscles could do with some relief.
[Can't let him get so tense he gets a cramp while on a mission. Jill is a very serious and selfless woman, volunteering for this task.]
[ So very magnanimous. He's not sure how effective having his ass groped is in terms of relaxing, but if Jill gets something out of it........
He stays still under her ministrations, only shifting when she hits a knot that's in particular need of attention: encouraging her, and melting under her touch. ]
You spoil me. [ He's spent his entire life pushing his body to its limits; even as a child, he'd trained until his hands bled all over the hilt of his training swords. He hadn't asked for massages then, and he doubts he would have asked for them now, if Jill hadn't insisted. ] I'll have to return the favor, though I doubt my hands are as deft as yours.
[ Hands for hurting, not healing. He's seen Jill learning physicking from Tarja, but has never sat down with their resident healer to do the same. ]
[He will never escape the Torgal allegations with the way he soaks up being pet. Jill sees no problem with this, of course. He's sweet. She already plans to do this regularly, because it's truly no trouble.]
You've proven otherwise.
[Yeah, no. Jill knows what those hands of his can do. But that's besides the point: she doesn't want him to begin thinking about what he can do for her. Not now.]
Just enjoy this, Clive. I am. Very much, I'll add.
[She's rubbing and touching the most handsome man she's ever seen. It's almost as good as having his hands and mouth on her. Almost.]
You do so much for everyone, and so often at the cost of your body. Even Ifrit gets tired.
[ It takes a certain set of hands to invoke the Torgal-esque reactions, and said set belong to Jill. By the time she tells him that Ifrit is also sure to experience some sort of fatigue, Clive is a human-shaped puddle under Jill's thighs.
He tries for a laugh, though, at the implication. ]
I wonder. Ifrit is always restless.
[ A consequence of being denied existence for centuries, perhaps. Or maybe it just didn't like that Clive ignored it for thirteen years. A rebellious thing, through and through. Clive closes his eyes, and feels the flame inside him flare in response; a corroboration or a demand to arms, he's not sure. His eikon is very fickle.
After he does that, he glances over his shoulder again. ] Jill. [ Asking, implicitly, if he could have a kiss. This position is nice, but he misses seeing her face. ]
[She quite likes this liquid version of Clive. She also quite likes that he wants a kiss--just the tone of his voice, that look, tells her. It feels good to be wanted. It feels good to be his lady. Loved by this man that has so much good and gentleness in his heart.
Jill carefully pushes herself up the bed so she can lay on her side next to Clive, fitting on the sliver of bed there. She take a moment to lovingly run her fingers through his hair before leaning in for a kiss, smiling all the while.
[ Founder, he loves her. Just the shift of her balance from above to beside him, the scent of her and her warmth near him are enough to make his heart flutter. He'd always known joy around Jill, but the depth of it now that he's given leave to express it takes him off-guard, every time; her mouth against his feels both novel and inevitable, no matter how many times they trade kisses.
He's still molten on the mattress, but manages to collect enough of himself to roll sideways and encircle Jill's waist with his arms. ]
Yes. [ As he nuzzles against her jaw. ] And now I've got you where I want you.
[ Playfully. Try to wriggle out now!!! She can't. ]
[Jill wriggles, but only to press closer to him. She laughs, arm slipping around him, fingers trailing up and down his back. She can't stop touching him.]
Oh. I seem to be trapped. What will you do with me?
I'll keep you here, [ is a continuation of the playful way he keeps her in his embrace, the warmth of his body pressed against hers. ] And I won't let go.
[ The sort of thing he never got to say, until now. The most selfish he's ever been around anyone, for any reason. A part of him hesitates to say such a thing even as a charade, a boyish fancy that he'll have to relinquish the moment the world is in need of him again, but he thinks Jill will forgive him for it.
His hand travels up Jill's back, and fingertips test whether he'll be permitted to snake them under her shirt, over her bare skin. ]
[The touch of his hand elicits a sound nearing a purr. She can't recall a time she's wanted to push him away--if he's like a dog, eager for affection, she's like a cat, rubbing her face against his in encouragement.]
Good. This is where I'm meant to be. You are welcome to keep me forever, if you wish.
[And just to drive the point home, she snuggles in some more.]
You know it, don't you? I'd be right here, willingly, for every minute of every day... were our responsibilities so kind.
[ She purrs for him, and he wants to hear more of her contentment. So his hand slides more firmly under her shirt, palm to the small of her back, where his fingers splay outwards. Wanting to touch as much of her as possible, marveling at their difference in build and feel. He draws small circles near her hips with his thumb, enamored by her curves. ]
I know it, and I wish it. ...Once we regain our fates, we can live gentler lives.
[ Maybe he'll never truly put down the sword― there will always be strife, as long as humans are humans― but he'll have Jill. Her steady presence, and her watchful eye.
He dips down for another kiss, longer and sweeter, until his lungs warn him that he needs to breathe. ]
...Like this, forever. [ Slightly rasped. ] No one will see one of us without the other, I fear.
[Her soft curves offset his harder muscle. His touch is always gentle, with her, and it never fails to move her. She's seen him fight. Kill. But he handles her with all the care and reverence in the world. She's glad he's never lost that part of him no matter the hardships he's endured.]
We'll grow old together.
[Dominants don't tend to grow old, not really, but their futures are an unknown. Clive is different from them all, and once their task is done--they'll have the rest of their lives to puzzle out the aftermath. She doubts the world will ever truly understand Cid's quest. They may need to live somewhere quiet and apart, or live out their years on the road.
But if they're together, that's all that matters.]
I love you, Clive.
[It feels especially good to say after a kiss. She strokes his cheek, fingertips tracing his scar.]
[ Grow old. Sometimes he can't imagine what that would even be like, with the state of their lives being what it is, but it sounds perfect when Jill says it. Like a foregone conclusion that they've always been walking towards, the cursed state of their bodies notwithstanding.
And really, all he can think about is how happy she makes him. Genuinely and thoroughly. The kind of joy he never thought he could have, not after Phoenix Gate.
So he rolls them both, with him on his jack and Jill on his front, one hand still slid up the back of her shirt, the other around her waist. ]
I love you too, Jill.
[ Slowly, with feeling. And then－
－a flurry of kisses, more playful this time around. Pressed to the underside of her chin, then to her jaw, her ear, her hair. ]
[Jill goes with a laugh, surprised, but trusting. Clive could manhandle her all he wants and she'd let him without hesitation because she knows he'd never do too much. He loves her, after all. As she loves him. There's no doubt in her mind about how strongly they care for one another.
The onslaught of kisses makes her giggle. She nearly squeals with joy between his lips and his beard against her face, and while it tickles, she only leans into his silly affections. It's a side of Clive she doesn't get to see too often--their lives don't allow it very much, but she hopes to see more and more of it.
What better way to encourage it than being silly herself. She manages to kiss the corner of his mouth, at some point, but then grabs his chin to try and keep him still.]
[ It's a light hold, easy enough to break out of, but Clive lets it keep him in place, as if Jill is using a pair of iron tongs. He stills under her, eyes soft and expectant, happy to heel. ]
Don't you always?
[ Have the advantage, he means. ] It's all I can do to find an opening.
[ A hum, knowing, and he traces his index slowly, deliberately, along Jill's perfect back. ]
[Good boy. He's rewarded for his obedience with a soft kiss, fingers trailing up his jawline. Intimacy with him has come as easy as breathing, and she's relaxed on top of him, breathing slow and even.]
Yet I still have you at my mercy. What should I do with this, do you think?
[ One day Jill will say "good boy" to Clive, and it will awaken something in him that will never go back to sleep. In the meantime, though, he basks in the sentiment of it, and rubs their noses together with warm affection.
Predictably: ] Anything you want.
[ His hand slides out from under her shirt, in a corroboration of his playful defenselessness. Clive raises both arms, hands where she can see them. ]
Perhaps I want to know what your mercy looks like.
My mercy may have looked like giving you a massage. We'll work on that, hmm?
[She teases him fondly, taking one of his hands to press a kiss to his palm. One day she'll get him to let her pamper him until he's nothing but a puddle. Oh, she'd love to bathe him, rub his shoulders, and curl up in a softer bed than this. Some day. Perhaps a strange fantasy to have, but takong care of the man that never puts himself first sounds divine.
She doesn't mean to make him feel any way about that, however. She understands. So, to keep the mood light, she playfully bites the soft part of his palm.]
I do have a complaint, however.
[Jill never complains. There's mischief in her eyes.]
[ One day, he'll learn how to accept unconditionality without immediately considering how he can reciprocate. For now, however, he'll look slightly sheepish for a breath of a moment before raising a brow in vague curiosity about her so-called complaint.
He drums his fingers along soft dove-blue hair, and tips his head. ]
[She plucks at the fabric of his shirt, like it's some alien thing.]
Why are you wearing it in bed? Our bed, at that.
[It's actually illegal. By now, Clive may have realized she very much enjoys him shirtless when they're alone. She loves to feel the warmth of his skin and to simply look at him without anything in between her eyes and his body.
Look, she's allowed to oogle him openly now, and she will. She's been polite for years.]
[ For a few seconds (longer than he'd care to admit), Clive stares down at Jill's fingers picking at his top, uncomprehending. His... shirt? It's no different from the ones he always wears, a simple white thing under his blood-red leathers. Very inoffensive.
Then, realization sits in. His eyes widen, lips parting just a sliver in a soundless oh, the question mark floating above his head replaced by a tiny exclamation mark.
Then, finally－ he laughs. Louder than usual, almost surprised that he can make the sound at all. ]
A good question. By the flames, the audacity of it.
[ He laughs again, shaking his head as he tries to sit up a bit. ] Will you do me the honors, my lady?
[Anything, to make him laugh. Jill smiles, very pleased with herself, and kindly sits so that he may sit up. It's back to straddling him, her hips on his, but she tries not to think of it overmuch as she pulls his shirt up and over his head.]
Ah. Much better.
[She throws that shirt aside. Won't need that for a while. Her eyes roam his bare abdomen and chest and shoulders before her hands follow.]
You're always so warm you must feel better without that, no?
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[She didn't anticipate him groaning. She's quickly learned his moans and encouragements make her melt. Like fire and ice indeed. This might be trouble, but her eagerness to take care of him may be stronger than her horniness. Maybe.
What else can she do but continue? And distract herself with thoughts of her not-so-dire list of tasks. Torgal needs a grooming. Always a monumental task, that...]
Is anywhere sore?
[Now she sounds like Tarja.]
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[ It's a tease. A bit of harmless (?) flirting, meant to convey that he would like to have her touch him anywhere she pleases, and that it feels good when she does. His back arches under her spread legs, the strong line of his spine bending to Jill's every whim; Founder, it feels so good to think of nothing but giving himself to her scrutiny.
Another inwards press of thumbs along the line of his back has him hiss-sigh again. ]
Lower, [ he rasps. ] Along my hips.
[ Where his travel packs usually sit, alongside his dagger and any other items he picks up during his travels. ]
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I might. Just to be sure you're in good health, of course.
[He's a big man with a lot of muscles that could get sore. She'd believe it. She also believes, were she beneath him right now, she would die from lust. He feels his muscles tense and relax and she feels like the most powerful woman in the world.
His request has her scooting herself down his body, her ass finding a new home on the backs of his thighs. And his ass is right there before her, and she can't help but slide her hands over it through his pants. Those hands make their way to his hips, and then inwards, to massage alongside either side of his spine.]
Here?
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He arches again, when she fondles his ass, but takes care not to squirm; he's also trying not to get hard, with his cock wedged between himself and the mattress. Behave, Rosfield. ]
There, [ he affirms. ] ―Lower is fine, as well.
[ If she wants to cop a few more feels. He's a red-blooded male, and he would be lying if he also didn't stand behind Jill a few times and think about the outline of her under her skirts. ]
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[Thank you, Clive. Jill's always thought Clive cut a fine form, and the years here in the Hideaway have left him lean and strong. With a nice ass. An ass she grabs with both hands, but even there she massages, approaching the base of his tailbone.]
We'll have to do this regularly, I think. You poor muscles could do with some relief.
[Can't let him get so tense he gets a cramp while on a mission. Jill is a very serious and selfless woman, volunteering for this task.]
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He stays still under her ministrations, only shifting when she hits a knot that's in particular need of attention: encouraging her, and melting under her touch. ]
You spoil me. [ He's spent his entire life pushing his body to its limits; even as a child, he'd trained until his hands bled all over the hilt of his training swords. He hadn't asked for massages then, and he doubts he would have asked for them now, if Jill hadn't insisted. ] I'll have to return the favor, though I doubt my hands are as deft as yours.
[ Hands for hurting, not healing. He's seen Jill learning physicking from Tarja, but has never sat down with their resident healer to do the same. ]
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You've proven otherwise.
[Yeah, no. Jill knows what those hands of his can do. But that's besides the point: she doesn't want him to begin thinking about what he can do for her. Not now.]
Just enjoy this, Clive. I am. Very much, I'll add.
[She's rubbing and touching the most handsome man she's ever seen. It's almost as good as having his hands and mouth on her. Almost.]
You do so much for everyone, and so often at the cost of your body. Even Ifrit gets tired.
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He tries for a laugh, though, at the implication. ]
I wonder. Ifrit is always restless.
[ A consequence of being denied existence for centuries, perhaps. Or maybe it just didn't like that Clive ignored it for thirteen years. A rebellious thing, through and through. Clive closes his eyes, and feels the flame inside him flare in response; a corroboration or a demand to arms, he's not sure. His eikon is very fickle.
After he does that, he glances over his shoulder again. ] Jill. [ Asking, implicitly, if he could have a kiss. This position is nice, but he misses seeing her face. ]
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Jill carefully pushes herself up the bed so she can lay on her side next to Clive, fitting on the sliver of bed there. She take a moment to lovingly run her fingers through his hair before leaning in for a kiss, smiling all the while.
This must be what paradise feels like.]
Is that what you wanted?
[The easiest thing to give.]
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He's still molten on the mattress, but manages to collect enough of himself to roll sideways and encircle Jill's waist with his arms. ]
Yes. [ As he nuzzles against her jaw. ] And now I've got you where I want you.
[ Playfully. Try to wriggle out now!!! She can't. ]
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Oh. I seem to be trapped. What will you do with me?
[Try to sound less pleased with the fact, Jill.]
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[ The sort of thing he never got to say, until now. The most selfish he's ever been around anyone, for any reason. A part of him hesitates to say such a thing even as a charade, a boyish fancy that he'll have to relinquish the moment the world is in need of him again, but he thinks Jill will forgive him for it.
His hand travels up Jill's back, and fingertips test whether he'll be permitted to snake them under her shirt, over her bare skin. ]
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Good. This is where I'm meant to be. You are welcome to keep me forever, if you wish.
[And just to drive the point home, she snuggles in some more.]
You know it, don't you? I'd be right here, willingly, for every minute of every day... were our responsibilities so kind.
[Unfortunately, they often are not.]
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I know it, and I wish it. ...Once we regain our fates, we can live gentler lives.
[ Maybe he'll never truly put down the sword― there will always be strife, as long as humans are humans― but he'll have Jill. Her steady presence, and her watchful eye.
He dips down for another kiss, longer and sweeter, until his lungs warn him that he needs to breathe. ]
...Like this, forever. [ Slightly rasped. ] No one will see one of us without the other, I fear.
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We'll grow old together.
[Dominants don't tend to grow old, not really, but their futures are an unknown. Clive is different from them all, and once their task is done--they'll have the rest of their lives to puzzle out the aftermath. She doubts the world will ever truly understand Cid's quest. They may need to live somewhere quiet and apart, or live out their years on the road.
But if they're together, that's all that matters.]
I love you, Clive.
[It feels especially good to say after a kiss. She strokes his cheek, fingertips tracing his scar.]
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And really, all he can think about is how happy she makes him. Genuinely and thoroughly. The kind of joy he never thought he could have, not after Phoenix Gate.
So he rolls them both, with him on his jack and Jill on his front, one hand still slid up the back of her shirt, the other around her waist. ]
I love you too, Jill.
[ Slowly, with feeling. And then－
－a flurry of kisses, more playful this time around. Pressed to the underside of her chin, then to her jaw, her ear, her hair. ]
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The onslaught of kisses makes her giggle. She nearly squeals with joy between his lips and his beard against her face, and while it tickles, she only leans into his silly affections. It's a side of Clive she doesn't get to see too often--their lives don't allow it very much, but she hopes to see more and more of it.
What better way to encourage it than being silly herself. She manages to kiss the corner of his mouth, at some point, but then grabs his chin to try and keep him still.]
Bold, to attack me when I have the advantage.
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Don't you always?
[ Have the advantage, he means. ] It's all I can do to find an opening.
[ A hum, knowing, and he traces his index slowly, deliberately, along Jill's perfect back. ]
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Yet I still have you at my mercy. What should I do with this, do you think?
[She already knows her answer.]
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Predictably: ] Anything you want.
[ His hand slides out from under her shirt, in a corroboration of his playful defenselessness. Clive raises both arms, hands where she can see them. ]
Perhaps I want to know what your mercy looks like.
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[She teases him fondly, taking one of his hands to press a kiss to his palm. One day she'll get him to let her pamper him until he's nothing but a puddle. Oh, she'd love to bathe him, rub his shoulders, and curl up in a softer bed than this. Some day. Perhaps a strange fantasy to have, but takong care of the man that never puts himself first sounds divine.
She doesn't mean to make him feel any way about that, however. She understands. So, to keep the mood light, she playfully bites the soft part of his palm.]
I do have a complaint, however.
[Jill never complains. There's mischief in her eyes.]
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He drums his fingers along soft dove-blue hair, and tips his head. ]
A complaint? I'd like to hear it.
[ Genuinely. He's very interested. ]
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[She plucks at the fabric of his shirt, like it's some alien thing.]
Why are you wearing it in bed? Our bed, at that.
[It's actually illegal. By now, Clive may have realized she very much enjoys him shirtless when they're alone. She loves to feel the warmth of his skin and to simply look at him without anything in between her eyes and his body.
Look, she's allowed to oogle him openly now, and she will. She's been polite for years.]
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Then, realization sits in. His eyes widen, lips parting just a sliver in a soundless oh, the question mark floating above his head replaced by a tiny exclamation mark.
Then, finally－ he laughs. Louder than usual, almost surprised that he can make the sound at all. ]
A good question. By the flames, the audacity of it.
[ He laughs again, shaking his head as he tries to sit up a bit. ] Will you do me the honors, my lady?
[ Strip him, please. ]
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Ah. Much better.
[She throws that shirt aside. Won't need that for a while. Her eyes roam his bare abdomen and chest and shoulders before her hands follow.]
You're always so warm you must feel better without that, no?
[Totally for his own benefit.]
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apologies for the slowness...! finally back from work-related traveling 🙏
welcome back!!! did you see the logos video the 16 team dropped yesterday 👀👀👀
I DID and i'm begging at SE's altar for content... clive journals about jill... ben starr please
if he doesn't go on about his wifey it's on sight, ben starr
i refuse to believe that clive's journals aren't 95% about wanting to kiss jill
this is canon tbh
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dear diary: we did it 💖
dear diary: we fucked and i cried about it 💖
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