[ Now they're both crying! Absurd, but in the best way. Clive laughs, his heart five sizes too big in his chest, and tries to wipe some of the moisture away from the corner of Jill's eyes. ]
...Then you'll make a greedy man of me yet. [ Fueled by her love, stronger for it. ] Careful, Jill.
I see no problem with that. All your life, you've never been given the freedom to be greedy... if it's with me, I welcome it. My love for you is infinite.
[She catches his hand with her own to kiss his fingers. Damp eyes stay on his, a smile on her lips.]
[ God, Jill deserves more than just sweet words traded in bed. If their lives were more normal, if they were allowed the grace of living together in less dire circumstances, there would have been rings and vows and ceremonies, and he would have been able to declare their union in witness of others. There's only so much Clive can do, being who he is and doing what he does; he's deprived Jill of so much because of it.
But that seems to matter less and less, when Jill is looking at him like that. Speaking to him like that. Saying husband with such conviction.
He lets her take his hand, and lets a few more tears roll down his face. For good measure. ]
My lady. [ A love-stained smile, and he kisses the crown of her head. ] ...I trust you to temper my greed if it becomes too much.
[ A warning??? Maybe. Sighing in contentment, Clive settles and flicks his gaze momentarily to the side, towards his desk where his journal is sitting― he'll have to write a new entry in the morning, just so he doesn't forget anything about this night. ]
[If he wants all her attention, he has it. If he wants her in bed, he has her. Only ever tears of joy between them, because they love one another so much that it can overwhelm, but that's not a bad thing.]
Be greedy, let me take care of you as you take care of everyone around you... they're not big asks, hmm?
[She smiles up at him, playing with his fingers idly as she studies his face. He's not just handsome, he's beautiful, tears and all. No brand or scar could detract from how much she enjoys simply looking upon him.]
[ In another life, Clive, the worst person in the world, will make his five-year delayed love confession in witness of EVERYONE in the Hideaway, and kiss her where EVERYONE can see before peace-ing the fuck out. He is the worst person on earth, and yet... here's Jill, giving him the grace he doesn't deserve.
A vague sound, happy, and he tips his head into her touch. ]
You've always taken care of me. [ Not just in battle, but emotionally. He knows she's not talking about that, though. ] But―
―if you want to spoil me, [ is a weird thing for him to say, and it sounds stilted in his mouth. Unsure. ] Maybe you could accompany me to Dalimil tomorrow.
[Said without hesitation. She's always eager to be by his side, when their responsibilities allow it. Jill, unfortunately, assumes this is not a date. It doesn't change her level of interest, however. By his side is where she's supposed to be, after all.]
[ A soft ah, as he realizes that she thinks it's work-related, not play-related. ]
There might be. [ Chances are there will be, honestly. It seems trouble finds them no matter where they go. ] But, no, I'd thought...
[ An evaluative flick of his eyes, as if to gauge Jill's reaction preemptively. ] ...That we might go to one of their bathhouses together. I hear good things about the hot springs in the area.
[ Even helped a guy not go out of business, that one time! ]
[An oh comes from Jill, smile turning sheepish. For pleasure, not business. What a delightful change, and she laughs softly.]
That's a lovely idea, Clive. What time shall we depart?
[She can't wait--but she also needs to speak to Tarja, first and foremost. There's no way time in a bathhouse with Clive doesn't lead to more opportunities to end up pregnant. Abstinence is absolutely out of the question, now.]
[ Obviously he knew she'd agree, but Clive is still pleased with Jill's acceptance anyway. It lights up his expression, blue eyes widening for a heartbeat of a moment in something that might be read as awe. Like he still can't believe that he's lucky enough that she gives him the time of day. ]
I'll have to speak to Otto in the morning, but we should be able to leave afterwards.
[ Just a few updates on Cursebreaker activities, making sure the books are balanced, and reassuring him that he'll be back to take care of anything outstanding. The usual. ] You can... relax. You must be tired.
[Just enough time to confess her sins to Tarja and escape before Clive gets pulled into hot water with her. Deserved, but still a thing Jill would like for them to avoid.]
I have no bones left in my body. You relax.
[For no bones, her arms aren't lacking strength when they pull him down to her.]
[ Will Tarja kill Clive before he can take Jill to Dalimil???? Stay tuned. A thing for future Clive to worry about, though, since he's being pulled down into Jill's orbit again, cuddled against her like the biggest stuffed animal the world has ever seen.
Happily held, he rests against her and closes his eyes. Content in a way he's never know, still thinking about husband and how warm that makes him feel. He'll be thinking about that, and the feeling of having been inside her, for a good long while. ]
Alright, alright. [ He'll rest, now that he's made plans (an excuse) to stay close to Jill the next day as well. ] Rest with me, my boneless lady.
[ A little smile, and he winds the blankets around them a little tighter. He's going to sleep like a log, tonight. ]
[Every time Clive curls up with her, she can't imagine being more cozy and comfortable. And then the next time somehow manages to feel even better. She's happy for this weighted blanket made of lovable man, and she squeezes him for a long moment before relaxing her hold, but keeping her arms around him.]
A rest we've earned.
[Him, especially. Jill hums, warm and content, and easily drifts off to sleep.]
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...Then you'll make a greedy man of me yet. [ Fueled by her love, stronger for it. ] Careful, Jill.
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[She catches his hand with her own to kiss his fingers. Damp eyes stay on his, a smile on her lips.]
My husband.
[They don't need rings or a ceremony.]
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But that seems to matter less and less, when Jill is looking at him like that. Speaking to him like that. Saying husband with such conviction.
He lets her take his hand, and lets a few more tears roll down his face. For good measure. ]
My lady. [ A love-stained smile, and he kisses the crown of her head. ] ...I trust you to temper my greed if it becomes too much.
[ A warning??? Maybe. Sighing in contentment, Clive settles and flicks his gaze momentarily to the side, towards his desk where his journal is sitting― he'll have to write a new entry in the morning, just so he doesn't forget anything about this night. ]
dear diary: we did it 💖
[If he wants all her attention, he has it. If he wants her in bed, he has her. Only ever tears of joy between them, because they love one another so much that it can overwhelm, but that's not a bad thing.]
Be greedy, let me take care of you as you take care of everyone around you... they're not big asks, hmm?
[She smiles up at him, playing with his fingers idly as she studies his face. He's not just handsome, he's beautiful, tears and all. No brand or scar could detract from how much she enjoys simply looking upon him.]
dear diary: we fucked and i cried about it 💖
A vague sound, happy, and he tips his head into her touch. ]
You've always taken care of me. [ Not just in battle, but emotionally. He knows she's not talking about that, though. ] But―
―if you want to spoil me, [ is a weird thing for him to say, and it sounds stilted in his mouth. Unsure. ] Maybe you could accompany me to Dalimil tomorrow.
[ As like... a date...!!! Not a mission...! ]
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[Said without hesitation. She's always eager to be by his side, when their responsibilities allow it. Jill, unfortunately, assumes this is not a date. It doesn't change her level of interest, however. By his side is where she's supposed to be, after all.]
Is there trouble?
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There might be. [ Chances are there will be, honestly. It seems trouble finds them no matter where they go. ] But, no, I'd thought...
[ An evaluative flick of his eyes, as if to gauge Jill's reaction preemptively. ] ...That we might go to one of their bathhouses together. I hear good things about the hot springs in the area.
[ Even helped a guy not go out of business, that one time! ]
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That's a lovely idea, Clive. What time shall we depart?
[She can't wait--but she also needs to speak to Tarja, first and foremost. There's no way time in a bathhouse with Clive doesn't lead to more opportunities to end up pregnant. Abstinence is absolutely out of the question, now.]
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I'll have to speak to Otto in the morning, but we should be able to leave afterwards.
[ Just a few updates on Cursebreaker activities, making sure the books are balanced, and reassuring him that he'll be back to take care of anything outstanding. The usual. ] You can... relax. You must be tired.
[ A quick kiss to her forehead, as punctuation. ]
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I have no bones left in my body. You relax.
[For no bones, her arms aren't lacking strength when they pull him down to her.]
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Happily held, he rests against her and closes his eyes. Content in a way he's never know, still thinking about husband and how warm that makes him feel. He'll be thinking about that, and the feeling of having been inside her, for a good long while. ]
Alright, alright. [ He'll rest, now that he's made plans (an excuse) to stay close to Jill the next day as well. ] Rest with me, my boneless lady.
[ A little smile, and he winds the blankets around them a little tighter. He's going to sleep like a log, tonight. ]
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A rest we've earned.
[Him, especially. Jill hums, warm and content, and easily drifts off to sleep.]