[That slight shift makes her moan, eyes half-lidded as she feels his cock snug against her walls. Fingers press to his hip, to his back, smoothing over the dips and lines of muscle. The thought of how they must tense and flex while fucking her has her fighting the desire to beg for it. In due time.]
Mmm, I wouldn't be upset. You could dote on me until you're ready to be inside me again.
[Come on, Mythos. The refractory period has to be lessened, surely.]
I'm afraid I won't be able to stop thinking about this. You've ruined me.
[ Clive really deserves a lightning-quick refractory period to make up for all the cosmic horrors happening under his skin, and thus, we will grant them to him. Actually, Jill deserves the lightning-quick refractory period after dealing with Clive's bullshit for five entire years.
That said: all Clive wants to do is give Jill what she deserves. Which is this, their mutual pleasure, and the push and pull of their bodies. So Clive starts a rhythm, slow and gentle to start, eyelids fluttering at the mind-numbing fullness of just feeling Jill clench around him. He thinks he could fucking melt. ]
Not yet.
[ Teasing, about the ruining bit. He hasn't even started. ] Come on, Jill. We've yet to destroy each other fully.
[ Because it'll be mutual, them being a complete mess. They're barely started to make friction, and Clive can already feel his heart hammering a mile a minute. Ifrit is sitting just under his skin, venting heat and aether, calling for Shiva. ]
[Jill thinks she could die right in this moment and be content with her final moments. Clive barely moves and she moans, and moans louder still when he doesn't stop. Distantly, there's a sting, some pain, but it's so quickly replaced by absolute pleasure that she hardly notices. Belly to belly, she pulls him down for another kiss.
Her hips strain upwards to meet his, and she moans again, the volume getting dangerously close to something that would be heard well outside the room and the half-standing walls. Generally, Jill is good about keeping quiet.
Not so much when the love of her life is balls deep.]
[ A full-bodied tremor, as Jill strains and moans for him, and Clive surges down to kiss those sounds out of her mouth, to taste her and feel her shake against his lips. The world outside of his quarters has ceased to hold any of his attention, and so the gesture has nothing to do with quelling her everything to do with wanting to receive her in whatever way he can.
If their collective huffing and panting doesn't give them away, the rattle of Clive's headboard against the cobbled-together wall and crates will. Bedsprings creak, and Clive distributes his weight onto his knees for a harder thrust inwards, making the mattress shift under him, riding both of their bodies up along the sheets. ]
Jill, [ he moans alongside her, one hand gripping the top of his headboard to keep himself from holding her hard enough to bruise. ] Relax for me, love.
[ Another long, deliberate drag of his hips back, followed by a quick forward push. God, she feels absolutely perfect. ]
[Once time and opportunity afford them: walls, and a new bed. Were it just hands and mouths at work Jill may pay more attention to how loud they're being, but she can barely remember to breathe. She's never felt so warm without overheating, or so comfortably pressed down into a bed.
Every movement gets a moan or a whimper, but there's smile on her face when he grabs the headboard. Quite the view, that. Both hands slide up his body and over his chest. She thinks of how it might look were she on top of him, seated, able to look down upon his body as she rides him.
He says relax, and it takes her brain a full two seconds to process what that means. Her smile is goofy as she breathes out, only to follow with a sharp intake.
Oh, she likes that push of speed.]
If I--relax any more, you'll need a mop and bucket.
[ He feels delirious with affection, but has enough presence of mind to not make some cheesy joke about Shiva and ice and melting. Keep it sexy, Rosfield. Whether or not he's succeeding is debatable, though, given the spread of his own smile on his face, only slightly strained due to doing his level best to keep himself regulated. ]
The most beautiful puddle I've ever seen.
[ Okay, maybe he's not the best at being sexy. He'll work on it. A breath in and out, and he starts to move in earnest, keeping that strong handhold above so he has the freedom to snap his hips with faster, less careful movement, knees hitting thighs, waist to waist. Deep, deeper, until he breaks the rhythm with intermittent shallow thrusts, getting her acclimated to the faster pace before he changes that up, too.
Seeing what Jill likes, seeing what she responds to. Funny, that he's the one filling her but also feels so full in return, like his aether and love might spill and burn Jill if he's not careful. ]
[Clive could yawn and Jill would find it sexy. Everything about him is. She may find some things less sexy now that they'll share this room, or one day when they might have a home together, but the honeymoon stage has been with her since the moment they met.
He fucks her, makes love to her, and her back arches and hips lift to meet him. She's at his mercy, and happily so. The sounds she makes range from mewling to gasps of pleasure to her lips pressed tightly together to keep from calling out his name too loudly--though they part so she can pant.]
Oh, Clive. I'm so close...
[What was that about him finishing early? She digs her fingers into his sides, his back, lost in him.]
[ A kiss against those tightly-knitted lips, even though they should be careful about noise. Clive still pushes into her, keeping a steady pace now that he can feel that Jill is close, wanting to do nothing but meet her at the edge of that cliff. ]
Let me hear you, [ he murmurs, and it's less a tease and a request; he could listen to Jill's sweet sounds until the rest of time. ] I'm close too, Jill.
[ The bed strains under their weight, and Clive barely cares. Skin on skin, chest to chest, he also loses himself in the woman he loves more than anything, in the reality that they're joined as close as they can be. For a few blissful moments, all he can think about is her, the only thought in his love-addled head the shape of her name.
It manifests in the form of his thrusts getting more desperate, faster. ] Come for me, Jill. I'll be there with you.
[ This man is not practicing safe sex― he should pull out― but only after Jill hits her orgasm. ]
[When he's pressed so snugly to her, inside and out, Jill thinks this must be the best feeling imaginable. She's quickly proven wrong when her whole body begins to shake and tremble beneath him, orgasm coming on so strongly she couldn't stop herself if she tried. She moans against his mouth, his name, and a number of sounds she won't recall. There's no room for thinking, cunt pulsing so hard she holds onto him for dear life.
Safe sex is clearly not on her mind as she pulls on his hips, wanting him deeper, wanting to feel what it's like for him to come inside her. It's an animalistic part of her mind, instinct, and she presses her teeth into his shoulder as she continues to ride out the waves of ecstasy.
There will likely be a worried conversation with Tarja in the near future.]
Jill comes for him, snug and shaking and begging him to come alongside her with the breadth of her entire body, and fuck, how could he refuse? He only lasts for a few more shuddering breaths after she clutches at him and bids him for his release, and instead of doing the smart thing－ drawing his hips back, pulling out－ he spills inside, hips pressed close into the deepest part of her.
It feels perfect. She's perfect. Clive's brain is a gelatinous mess, fuckstruck and lovestruck, and all he can do is make soft noises against Jill's hair as he starts to bask in his afterglow, face nuzzled against Jill's with his lips seeking out her mouth.
A big, unruly, besotted hound. His weight settles, sweaty body laying over Jill like a warm blanket, enveloping her completely. ]
I love you, [ is the first thing that he can think of to say. ]
[Somehow, she feels like she's floating despite Clive's heavy weight pinning her to the mattress. They're sticky and damp and hot and it's perfect. She hums, returning his kisses and giving lazy ones in turn, hands in his hair and his seed pooling inside her.]
I love you, too.
[Getting knocked up by Clive wouldn't be the worst thing, but that's a fuck-drunk thought that Jill immediately forgets in favor of kissing Clive again and again, cunt still throbbing around him.]
That was... [Perfect? Is it too much to say that?]
[ The feral part of Clive's brain relishes being the one to fill Jill like this, but the responsible part of him will kick in later and ask him what the fuck he was thinking. The answer is that he wasn't thinking at all, and let his dick dictate his actions.
Only Jill can reduce him to this molten, stupid state. She still feels utterly amazing around him, even without the urgency and even despite his cock feeling hypersensitive post-orgasm; he shifts a bit, still seated in her, and rumbles happily in the back of his throat. ]
Perfect.
[ Finishing that sentence for her, he cranes up just enough for a better view of Jill's face, flushed and pretty with some bits of all that beautiful hair sticking to her face. ]
I could go at it again, [ he teases, and kisses the bridge of her nose. ]
[Her eyes close at the sweet little kiss, and then she looks up at him, arms lifting to reach for his neck so she can pull him back down against her. Perfect, even if she feels her contributions were small compared to his. Next time, she'll return the favor.]
Mm, you could. But I quite like this, too.
[Simply remaining close. Being able to hold him. He smells like sweat and sex when she buries her nose into his hair, and she breathes him in deeply, sighing quietly after.]
[ God, he really is the luckiest man in the world. Hips shift, and he finally draws out of Jill to tangle around her, displacing some of his weight sideways onto the mattress, sweaty limbs around her trim middle.
His moon, his star. The one woman he wants to hold close, and the one woman who saves him as much as he wants to save her. His safe haven. ]
Don't tell Tarja, [ he murmurs, warm and relaxed. ] She'll have my head.
[ (She'll have it anyway, in a few hours. A pet-shaming sign around his neck: "I am a fool who needs to learn to be safe.") ]
[She groans softly at the loss of his cock inside her, but all good things must come to an end. He came inside her, and she can feel his spend slowly seep from her, and then he mentions Tarja and it's like she's been pushed into a snowbank. A chill runs down her spine, and a frown appears on her face, but it's easy to keep from Clive with the way they're cuddled together.
He came inside her. Deep inside her. Seed doesn't always take to soil, but it could. And what would that look like, here, now? Impossible.
She kisses his head and runs her fingers through his hair and knows she's going to have a very awkward conversation with Tarja in the morning. Tarja will have both their heads.
Clive says something else and Jill misses half of it.]
Hmm? [She sounds, dropping another kiss to his head to buy her a moment.] I wouldn't know how to be anyone else.
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[ All of Clive's awkward conversations as a child with his tutor regarding not sowing his seeds willy-nilly, forgotten out of fuckstruck love. He does, in fact, miss the way Jill frowns because of how he's tucked his face against her hair, but he pulls away just a sliver to pull blankets around their sweat-flushed bodies.
If she sees her looking distracted then, he'll lift one brow and mirror her expression. ]
―No, I suppose you wouldn't. [ A light kiss, to the crown of her head. ] ...Does anything hurt?
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[Jill helps pull up the blankets, though she's sure she could survive a blizzard with just his warmth against her. At his question, she sighs softly, taking quiet account of her body. Her lower back might feel tight from tensing, arching, and she might feel a little sore from taking a man of his size for the first time. All natural things, surely.]
I imagine I might feel a little tender, tomorrow. Nothing debilitating. [She smiles, cupping his face, not wishing to worry him.] You take such care with me, Clive. Every moment was exactly what I wanted.
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[ Another slight shift, so that Jill can keep her weight off her back and mostly on top of him, with her limbs loose and relaxed. They've been through far worse over the course of their travels, but still― there's pleasure in fussing around, if only because it keeps Jill at the fore of his mind.
Invisible dog ears perk up at her reassurance that this was what she wanted, though. Pleased, impossibly so. ]
I'm... glad to hear it. [ A little bit of a shy stumble, though he keeps poise. ] I almost forgot myself, lost in how beautiful you are.
[ Maybe he can learn to be less careful as they get more used to intimacy. (He might burn the entire Hideaway down in the process.) ]
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[He might shift away, slightly, but she seems to tuck herself in closer. She certainly tries to pull him in, enticing him with a soft kiss to his lips.]
One day, I'd encourage you to take me as you wish. [Jill says with a soft purr to her voice, no way of knowing it's a thought he shares at the moment.] Once we've had one another enough to feel comfortable with being a little less careful, hmm?
[... but maybe a little more careful in other ways. Though Jill has no idea how either of them are supposed to have enough clarity of mind to separate when he's about to spill. Practice makes perfect?]
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[ and maybe Jill should find one of his journals one day and read his embarrassing poetry about her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If Dion gets to write love letters, why can't Clive also have written them in private too!!!!!!!!!!!!
―Anyway. She mentions being less controlled, and he laughs about it. ]
"Less careful" might end badly for the bed. [ He drums his fingers along Jill's shoulderblades, contemplative. ] ―I felt Ifrit calling to Shiva, more than once.
[ Running aether over Jill's bare skin, to demonstrate. Just the barest suggestion of flame, warm and glowing instead of scalding. ]
[If Jill ever found his journals, she would politely pretend it didn't call to her like the One Ring. She would never violate his privacy--but she might mention he should put his things away lest one of the Hideaway children wander in on a dare and find it.]
You need a new bed. [She's pretty sure everyone heard it creaking. She's too happy to feel shame.] Do you think they knew one another, in a different life?
[The touch makes her smile, still completely at ease beneath him. Every molecule of her body trusts him--and Ifrit. Shiva seems to have no concern about fire.]
[ 100 pages of "Jill Rosfield" written inside hearts, tbh. (But, in all seriousness, if those journals are about the things that Clive wanted to commit to memory in all the years that he spent either feeling numb or being so busy preoccupied with doing instead of sitting and remembering the present, there is absolutely no way that a healthy chunk of his entries aren't about Jill: how she kept him human through the worst of his days, how he wanted to immortalize even the briefest conversations with her, to make sure he remembers 'Clive Rosfield' and not just 'Cid the Outlaw'.)
He loves Jill so much. He sweeps his fingers through her hair, covetous and indulgent, as much for his own sake as the gesture is for hers. ]
They might have. [ (Ifrit and Shiva, always lovers in all the other universes.) ] Or we could simply have defied our odds, as we've ever been doing.
[ Fire and ice, usually never to meet. Fuck that, honestly. ] My aether calls to yours. Every part of me belongs to you.
[Jill's smile is warm and serene as she holds his gaze. What she did to deserve this man, she doesn't know, but she wants to be worthy of his love every day. She wants to make him feel loved and cherished, always.]
And I, you. Never will I take what you've given me for granted, Clive.
[They both know how fragile life is, after all. Stability could be lost in a moment. Lives, ruined. The backs of her fingers trail over his cheek.]
I always wanted to be your wife.
[Because, fuck it, they're practically married. He can find the right moment and she won't rush him, but she's sure the feeling is mutual. Even if she doesn't know the contents of any journals.]
[ Oh. His wife. He'd gotten flustered over the lack of a ring earlier that day, but how Jill phrases it now― always wanted to be his wife― makes his heart stutter in his chest.
Please, don't make him cry. He feels like he does so much of it around Jill, but he can't help it; she inspires so much emotion in him. ]
I never dared hope. [ Not even when he was a child, when marriage prospects seemed so far away. It'd seemed like Anabella was just waiting for the day he would trip and break his neck so that she wouldn't have to deal with even speaking his name, let alone arrange a future for him. ] But, if you were―
―'Jill Rosfield' does have a certain ring to it.
[ Misty-eyed. All these years spent aura farming around Valisthea, and he's still just a boy in front of the woman he loves. ]
[Oh, Clive. Don't get misty-eyed about this particular thing because Jill will follow suit. There are a lot of emotions today, most full of love and joy, but some are bittersweet. They should have never lost any time together. The future will have to make up for the past.]
It does, doesn't it?
[She says softly, fingers carding through his hair before resting at the back of his neck. If she was to be anyone's wife, it would be his. In another life she was married off to some minor lord, returning to Rosaria rarely, and her heart would break each time she saw him.
At least they avoided that. The only silver lining to the violently abrupt end to their childhood.]
Husband would be quite the new title for you. Not too dull of one, I hope.
[She teases him, hoping to steer them both away from tears.]
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Mmm, I wouldn't be upset. You could dote on me until you're ready to be inside me again.
[Come on, Mythos. The refractory period has to be lessened, surely.]
I'm afraid I won't be able to stop thinking about this. You've ruined me.
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That said: all Clive wants to do is give Jill what she deserves. Which is this, their mutual pleasure, and the push and pull of their bodies. So Clive starts a rhythm, slow and gentle to start, eyelids fluttering at the mind-numbing fullness of just feeling Jill clench around him. He thinks he could fucking melt. ]
Not yet.
[ Teasing, about the ruining bit. He hasn't even started. ] Come on, Jill. We've yet to destroy each other fully.
[ Because it'll be mutual, them being a complete mess. They're barely started to make friction, and Clive can already feel his heart hammering a mile a minute. Ifrit is sitting just under his skin, venting heat and aether, calling for Shiva. ]
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Her hips strain upwards to meet his, and she moans again, the volume getting dangerously close to something that would be heard well outside the room and the half-standing walls. Generally, Jill is good about keeping quiet.
Not so much when the love of her life is balls deep.]
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If their collective huffing and panting doesn't give them away, the rattle of Clive's headboard against the cobbled-together wall and crates will. Bedsprings creak, and Clive distributes his weight onto his knees for a harder thrust inwards, making the mattress shift under him, riding both of their bodies up along the sheets. ]
Jill, [ he moans alongside her, one hand gripping the top of his headboard to keep himself from holding her hard enough to bruise. ] Relax for me, love.
[ Another long, deliberate drag of his hips back, followed by a quick forward push. God, she feels absolutely perfect. ]
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Every movement gets a moan or a whimper, but there's smile on her face when he grabs the headboard. Quite the view, that. Both hands slide up his body and over his chest. She thinks of how it might look were she on top of him, seated, able to look down upon his body as she rides him.
He says relax, and it takes her brain a full two seconds to process what that means. Her smile is goofy as she breathes out, only to follow with a sharp intake.
Oh, she likes that push of speed.]
If I--relax any more, you'll need a mop and bucket.
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The most beautiful puddle I've ever seen.
[ Okay, maybe he's not the best at being sexy. He'll work on it. A breath in and out, and he starts to move in earnest, keeping that strong handhold above so he has the freedom to snap his hips with faster, less careful movement, knees hitting thighs, waist to waist. Deep, deeper, until he breaks the rhythm with intermittent shallow thrusts, getting her acclimated to the faster pace before he changes that up, too.
Seeing what Jill likes, seeing what she responds to. Funny, that he's the one filling her but also feels so full in return, like his aether and love might spill and burn Jill if he's not careful. ]
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He fucks her, makes love to her, and her back arches and hips lift to meet him. She's at his mercy, and happily so. The sounds she makes range from mewling to gasps of pleasure to her lips pressed tightly together to keep from calling out his name too loudly--though they part so she can pant.]
Oh, Clive. I'm so close...
[What was that about him finishing early? She digs her fingers into his sides, his back, lost in him.]
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Let me hear you, [ he murmurs, and it's less a tease and a request; he could listen to Jill's sweet sounds until the rest of time. ] I'm close too, Jill.
[ The bed strains under their weight, and Clive barely cares. Skin on skin, chest to chest, he also loses himself in the woman he loves more than anything, in the reality that they're joined as close as they can be. For a few blissful moments, all he can think about is her, the only thought in his love-addled head the shape of her name.
It manifests in the form of his thrusts getting more desperate, faster. ] Come for me, Jill. I'll be there with you.
[ This man is not practicing safe sex― he should pull out― but only after Jill hits her orgasm. ]
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Safe sex is clearly not on her mind as she pulls on his hips, wanting him deeper, wanting to feel what it's like for him to come inside her. It's an animalistic part of her mind, instinct, and she presses her teeth into his shoulder as she continues to ride out the waves of ecstasy.
There will likely be a worried conversation with Tarja in the near future.]
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Jill comes for him, snug and shaking and begging him to come alongside her with the breadth of her entire body, and fuck, how could he refuse? He only lasts for a few more shuddering breaths after she clutches at him and bids him for his release, and instead of doing the smart thing－ drawing his hips back, pulling out－ he spills inside, hips pressed close into the deepest part of her.
It feels perfect. She's perfect. Clive's brain is a gelatinous mess, fuckstruck and lovestruck, and all he can do is make soft noises against Jill's hair as he starts to bask in his afterglow, face nuzzled against Jill's with his lips seeking out her mouth.
A big, unruly, besotted hound. His weight settles, sweaty body laying over Jill like a warm blanket, enveloping her completely. ]
I love you, [ is the first thing that he can think of to say. ]
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I love you, too.
[Getting knocked up by Clive wouldn't be the worst thing, but that's a fuck-drunk thought that Jill immediately forgets in favor of kissing Clive again and again, cunt still throbbing around him.]
That was... [Perfect? Is it too much to say that?]
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Only Jill can reduce him to this molten, stupid state. She still feels utterly amazing around him, even without the urgency and even despite his cock feeling hypersensitive post-orgasm; he shifts a bit, still seated in her, and rumbles happily in the back of his throat. ]
Perfect.
[ Finishing that sentence for her, he cranes up just enough for a better view of Jill's face, flushed and pretty with some bits of all that beautiful hair sticking to her face. ]
I could go at it again, [ he teases, and kisses the bridge of her nose. ]
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Mm, you could. But I quite like this, too.
[Simply remaining close. Being able to hold him. He smells like sweat and sex when she buries her nose into his hair, and she breathes him in deeply, sighing quietly after.]
I love you so much my heart aches with it, Clive.
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His moon, his star. The one woman he wants to hold close, and the one woman who saves him as much as he wants to save her. His safe haven. ]
Don't tell Tarja, [ he murmurs, warm and relaxed. ] She'll have my head.
[ (She'll have it anyway, in a few hours. A pet-shaming sign around his neck: "I am a fool who needs to learn to be safe.") ]
...Thank you, Jill. For being you.
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He came inside her. Deep inside her. Seed doesn't always take to soil, but it could. And what would that look like, here, now? Impossible.
She kisses his head and runs her fingers through his hair and knows she's going to have a very awkward conversation with Tarja in the morning. Tarja will have both their heads.
Clive says something else and Jill misses half of it.]
Hmm? [She sounds, dropping another kiss to his head to buy her a moment.] I wouldn't know how to be anyone else.
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If she sees her looking distracted then, he'll lift one brow and mirror her expression. ]
―No, I suppose you wouldn't. [ A light kiss, to the crown of her head. ] ...Does anything hurt?
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I imagine I might feel a little tender, tomorrow. Nothing debilitating. [She smiles, cupping his face, not wishing to worry him.] You take such care with me, Clive. Every moment was exactly what I wanted.
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Invisible dog ears perk up at her reassurance that this was what she wanted, though. Pleased, impossibly so. ]
I'm... glad to hear it. [ A little bit of a shy stumble, though he keeps poise. ] I almost forgot myself, lost in how beautiful you are.
[ Maybe he can learn to be less careful as they get more used to intimacy. (He might burn the entire Hideaway down in the process.) ]
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One day, I'd encourage you to take me as you wish. [Jill says with a soft purr to her voice, no way of knowing it's a thought he shares at the moment.] Once we've had one another enough to feel comfortable with being a little less careful, hmm?
[... but maybe a little more careful in other ways. Though Jill has no idea how either of them are supposed to have enough clarity of mind to separate when he's about to spill. Practice makes perfect?]
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―Anyway. She mentions being less controlled, and he laughs about it. ]
"Less careful" might end badly for the bed. [ He drums his fingers along Jill's shoulderblades, contemplative. ] ―I felt Ifrit calling to Shiva, more than once.
[ Running aether over Jill's bare skin, to demonstrate. Just the barest suggestion of flame, warm and glowing instead of scalding. ]
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You need a new bed. [She's pretty sure everyone heard it creaking. She's too happy to feel shame.] Do you think they knew one another, in a different life?
[The touch makes her smile, still completely at ease beneath him. Every molecule of her body trusts him--and Ifrit. Shiva seems to have no concern about fire.]
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He loves Jill so much. He sweeps his fingers through her hair, covetous and indulgent, as much for his own sake as the gesture is for hers. ]
They might have. [ (Ifrit and Shiva, always lovers in all the other universes.) ] Or we could simply have defied our odds, as we've ever been doing.
[ Fire and ice, usually never to meet. Fuck that, honestly. ] My aether calls to yours. Every part of me belongs to you.
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And I, you. Never will I take what you've given me for granted, Clive.
[They both know how fragile life is, after all. Stability could be lost in a moment. Lives, ruined. The backs of her fingers trail over his cheek.]
I always wanted to be your wife.
[Because, fuck it, they're practically married. He can find the right moment and she won't rush him, but she's sure the feeling is mutual. Even if she doesn't know the contents of any journals.]
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Please, don't make him cry. He feels like he does so much of it around Jill, but he can't help it; she inspires so much emotion in him. ]
I never dared hope. [ Not even when he was a child, when marriage prospects seemed so far away. It'd seemed like Anabella was just waiting for the day he would trip and break his neck so that she wouldn't have to deal with even speaking his name, let alone arrange a future for him. ] But, if you were―
―'Jill Rosfield' does have a certain ring to it.
[ Misty-eyed. All these years spent aura farming around Valisthea, and he's still just a boy in front of the woman he loves. ]
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It does, doesn't it?
[She says softly, fingers carding through his hair before resting at the back of his neck. If she was to be anyone's wife, it would be his. In another life she was married off to some minor lord, returning to Rosaria rarely, and her heart would break each time she saw him.
At least they avoided that. The only silver lining to the violently abrupt end to their childhood.]
Husband would be quite the new title for you. Not too dull of one, I hope.
[She teases him, hoping to steer them both away from tears.]
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