[This whole pool, and they take up so little of it. Jill laughs, the sound amplified in the bath, and slides her arms around Clive's shoulders. Easy, then, to tracing her fingers up and down the back of his neck.]
Certainly. Though I hope you know you really have nothing to be ashamed about with me. No matter what it is.
[Really, she can't imagine Clive capable of anything that makes her feel disgust or disappointment. Cringe? Maybe. But at least that can be kind of cute.]
...Once or twice, when I knew that obligations would take me away from you for longer than I would like, I...
[ A little pause, here, hesitant. Then, he ventures carefully: ] ...I took one of your ribbons with me. [ The ones she uses to keep her hair braided and in place. ] To have a piece of you to keep.
[Jill's eyebrows slowly lift in anticipation as he speaks. Speaks, and then confesses to being a little thief! It makes her laugh, and she bumps their noses together, charmed.]
Is that where my ribbon got off to? I thought one of the children got into my things.
[She doesn't keep much, so losing track of a ribbon was quite out of character for her. Clearly a case of sticky fingers, but she never would have suspected Clive.]
Had you asked, I'd have let you. And now you needn't ask at all.
[Jill will make him something, she decides, and tuck it away in his armor if they need to be apart. She leans in to kiss him, delighted, palm squeezing the back of his neck.]
[ A criminal!!! Clive sighs, a little relieved that he finally confessed to his heinous crimes. He's glad that Jill hasn't immediately dumped him for it, but of course she didn't. She's far too good to him. ]
I didn't want you to worry. [ About him pining, or feeling lonely without her. He'd relied on Jill for so much over the years, and he'd hardly wanted her to think that she needed him for everything. She deserved her time, her rest.
That said, he nuzzles into her kiss, nipping lightly at her shapely lower lip. ] ...I could give you something of mine in recompense, if you'd like.
[Out of the gutter, Jill. He truly did give it to her last night, but she bites back that joke for now--she can hear Tarja's voice chiming in with a warning he may have given her something else along with a good lay, but she'd rather not think of that anymore.
She settles on something sweeter.]
You already gave me your heart. What else could I need, Clive?
[Another kiss, because there's no reason to ever stop kissing him when it's just the two of them.]
[ Water displaces softly around them, and the sound of it along with the gentle sound of Jill's breathing lulls Clive into a place of profound comfort. He's slumped against the edge of the pool, shoulders relaxed, palm settled against Jill's waist as if it's permanently glued there for the rest of the day. ]
Come, you're allowed to be a bit more selfish than that.
[ Fondly, as he trails his lips down to her jaw. He nibbles the soft skin there gently, almost leaving a mark. ]
You've always had my heart. You could ask for anything else.
[Jill's felt him relax against her in bed, in her arms, and cherished every moment of his quiet breathing as he's slept. She can feel the same loosening of his muscles now, and she relaxes with him, at ease and happy on his lap and against his chest. They could stay here forever and she'd be happy.]
That is me being selfish, I'm afraid. I have the greatest part of you. But...
[Very well. He wants to give her something, and she'll help guide him. A ring may be too much, but there are other things she can wear and keep close to her heart.]
Perhaps if you see a necklace I'd might like. Or that you might like to see, on me...
[Since she'd wear it tucked beneath her collar. He'd see it of course, given how comfortable they are now around one another without clothing.]
[ They might just cook in warm water until the rest of their days. An idyllic thought, as Clive smiles and travels his kisses downwards until he reaches the crest of Jill's shoulder. ]
I thought you might ask me for my underclothes. [ Teasing! His laugh whispers along bare skin, and he presses his smile against her collarbone. ] But a necklace would be more appropriate.
[ A blue gemstone might be too on-the-nose. Maybe something red, to remind her of him. ] We can go search the stalls together, after this.
[Gross, Clive. She laughs as she snuggles in closer, somehow, at ease as she embraces him. Perhaps if she hugs him for hours on end, it may make up for lost time.]
[ Maybe they should just stick to each other as often as they can, to fend off the existential dread always threatening to creep in. Clive lands another kiss to her neck, right where the collar of her shirt usually ends. ]
Alright. I'll do my utmost.
[ Treating necklace searching like a solemn mission? Absolutely. ]
[His beard is always a tickle against her neck. Jill shivers with a soft giggle, nosing his cheek. Not to discourage, but simply affection for the sake of affection.]
I'm in no hurry. Are you comfortable?
[She is, lounging on him like he's a piece of furniture.]
[ Cid the Outlaw, bested not by the gods or a fearsome beast, but by bathwater and his ostensible wife (!). He smiles as he cranes back upright, and presses his damp palm to Jill's smiling face. ]
[ Is it an inclination to serve, or a boyish eagerness to touch her brazenly, now that he knows he can? It's a bit of Column A, and a bit of Column B. He's still a red-blooded man who's utterly infatuated with the woman who is currently very tantalizingly sitting on his thighs, and he thinks he can't be blamed for wanting to put his hands on her.
He apologizes to Tarja in the back of his mind. He has to be careful, he knows. ]
If my lady will indulge me. [ God, please stay on his lap. ] And if she'll be patient with my wandering touch.
[ Let it never be said that fire always prevails over ice. Clive's eyes widen, then narrow fondly as he turns Jill over on his lap before he can be tempted to kiss her for another hour instead of getting anything done. ]
I expect you to have your fill, love.
[ Water makes it easier for both of them to maneuver around, and when he finally manages to have her face away from him, he slides his warm, textured palm over the bare expanse of all that beautiful skin. He hasn't seen much of Jill like this, and ridiculously, it feels just a little scandalous.
An appreciative hum, and he puts his mouth on the nape of her neck. ]
[The gutter yearns for Jill Warrick. Just sitting on his lap like this makes her think of her belt pouch and the tonics within. Tarja was wise to insist that she keep them on her, during their travels, or simply... time alone together.]
I do suspect I'll have my fill before we leave, yes.
[She makes herself laugh as she leans back into Clive's mouth, turning her face to try and coax him into kissing her.]
Jill. [ To the tune of don't tempt me, even if he knows that that's the point. They've only just been warned to be careful, and he's already being goaded to toss that caution to the wind.
But who is he to refuse a kiss? Clive will always be tempted by the arch of Jill's pretty neck, and he bends to meet her, warm breath and warm lips pressed to hers. ]
Last night wasn't enough to sate you, my lady?
[ As if he'd ever be able to get enough of her. One hand slides along Jill's thigh, remembering the feel of her wrapped around him. ]
[Scolded by Clive. Jill just smiles to herself, back towards him, and scoots herself back on his lap so that she can lean her shoulders against his chest. Does that make it difficult to wash her back? Absolutely, but they have all the time in the world, today.]
[ Oh, they're not getting any washing done. Clive's been doing his level best thus far not to get too excited by the feel of Jill's ass against his bare skin, but the coy scooting isn't helping him stay on-track.
His touch slips upwards from thigh to stomach, and his palm presses inward where he'd been buried to the hilt in her the night before. ]
Mm. Now that I know how it feels to be as one with you― [ Another soft bite to the back of her neck, as emphasis. ] ―I yearn for it when we're apart.
[Jill sighs under his touch, boneless in the warmth of the water and relaxed against his body. Once, when she slept on cold floors and lived in rags, she thought this far out of reach.]
It's going to be even more difficult when duty calls for us to be in different places.
[It always disheartened her, being away from him, but she could do it. They were both often so busy--but now, she knows it will be a worse ache.]
[ She never has been, but even more so. She's ever been the thing to keep Clive going, especially when they were apart: the one he wanted to go back to, the one he told himself he had to go back, even when things were hopelessly bleak.
And, well. Since they really are getting no washing done, Clive kisses the crest of Jill's shoulder and slides his touch between her legs this time, petting her gently with the flat of his fingers. They're still in water, so he doesn't press the contact, but he can't resist. ]
[She can think of something nicer to give him than a thin piece of ribbon. Something embroidered, perhaps, as it's a hobby she's taken up when the Hideaway is quiet and she's left with nothing but her thoughts.
Her fingers trail up and down his forearm that's across her body. There's a soft hum at his touch, body a bit tired from the previous night, but welcoming the contact.]
All those years apart, when I thought the worst had happened to you... I prayed you were at peace each night before I slept.
[The worst to happen to him may have been his reality, branded, forced to serve. Left to believe he killed his beloved brother. He had no peace.]
[ His hand stills, then gently draws away as he's reminded of his years as Sanbreque's Imperial wyrm; he doesn't want to touch Jill with that memory on his mind. Even though there was nothing good about their thirteen years of being apart, at the very least, Jill didn't have to endure him in such a pathetic state. ]
...I didn't deserve peace. Not back then.
[ But Jill is kind to say so, and he loves her for it. His chin rests on her shoulder, shoulders curled to fend off any tension. ]
I was such a wretched thing. So selfish, so small. Too afraid to even think of you, for the pain it would cause me.
[Jill isn't upset he pulls his hand away. This is a discussion that demands their full attention. She does find his hand and lift it to her lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before cradling it to her chest, over her heart.]
You did. You deserved peace and love and comfort. You did what you needed to do to survive.
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Certainly. Though I hope you know you really have nothing to be ashamed about with me. No matter what it is.
[Really, she can't imagine Clive capable of anything that makes her feel disgust or disappointment. Cringe? Maybe. But at least that can be kind of cute.]
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...Once or twice, when I knew that obligations would take me away from you for longer than I would like, I...
[ A little pause, here, hesitant. Then, he ventures carefully: ] ...I took one of your ribbons with me. [ The ones she uses to keep her hair braided and in place. ] To have a piece of you to keep.
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Is that where my ribbon got off to? I thought one of the children got into my things.
[She doesn't keep much, so losing track of a ribbon was quite out of character for her. Clearly a case of sticky fingers, but she never would have suspected Clive.]
Had you asked, I'd have let you. And now you needn't ask at all.
[Jill will make him something, she decides, and tuck it away in his armor if they need to be apart. She leans in to kiss him, delighted, palm squeezing the back of his neck.]
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I didn't want you to worry. [ About him pining, or feeling lonely without her. He'd relied on Jill for so much over the years, and he'd hardly wanted her to think that she needed him for everything. She deserved her time, her rest.
That said, he nuzzles into her kiss, nipping lightly at her shapely lower lip. ] ...I could give you something of mine in recompense, if you'd like.
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She settles on something sweeter.]
You already gave me your heart. What else could I need, Clive?
[Another kiss, because there's no reason to ever stop kissing him when it's just the two of them.]
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Come, you're allowed to be a bit more selfish than that.
[ Fondly, as he trails his lips down to her jaw. He nibbles the soft skin there gently, almost leaving a mark. ]
You've always had my heart. You could ask for anything else.
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That is me being selfish, I'm afraid. I have the greatest part of you. But...
[Very well. He wants to give her something, and she'll help guide him. A ring may be too much, but there are other things she can wear and keep close to her heart.]
Perhaps if you see a necklace I'd might like. Or that you might like to see, on me...
[Since she'd wear it tucked beneath her collar. He'd see it of course, given how comfortable they are now around one another without clothing.]
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I thought you might ask me for my underclothes. [ Teasing! His laugh whispers along bare skin, and he presses his smile against her collarbone. ] But a necklace would be more appropriate.
[ A blue gemstone might be too on-the-nose. Maybe something red, to remind her of him. ] We can go search the stalls together, after this.
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I want you to choose for me.
[No opinions from her! That's cheating.]
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Alright. I'll do my utmost.
[ Treating necklace searching like a solemn mission? Absolutely. ]
If we ever make it out of this room, that is.
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I'm in no hurry. Are you comfortable?
[She is, lounging on him like he's a piece of furniture.]
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[ Cid the Outlaw, bested not by the gods or a fearsome beast, but by bathwater and his ostensible wife (!). He smiles as he cranes back upright, and presses his damp palm to Jill's smiling face. ]
I could wash your back for you, if you'd like.
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[He can rest his head on her chest, of course. Her breasts aren't particularly large or buoyant, but she could keep him up.
But, at his suggestion, she nuzzles into his palm. He's always itching to serve.]
I would like that, actually. Shall I remain in your lap?
[She can straddle his knees.]
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He apologizes to Tarja in the back of his mind. He has to be careful, he knows. ]
If my lady will indulge me. [ God, please stay on his lap. ] And if she'll be patient with my wandering touch.
[ A bit of a playful bump of his knees. ]
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[She laughs when her seat jostles her. She welcomes his ticklish beard and his innocence thievery and his desire for her.]
Wait until it's my turn to wash you. I do mean to, Clive.
[A promise and a threat.]
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I expect you to have your fill, love.
[ Water makes it easier for both of them to maneuver around, and when he finally manages to have her face away from him, he slides his warm, textured palm over the bare expanse of all that beautiful skin. He hasn't seen much of Jill like this, and ridiculously, it feels just a little scandalous.
An appreciative hum, and he puts his mouth on the nape of her neck. ]
Even your back is beautiful.
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I do suspect I'll have my fill before we leave, yes.
[She makes herself laugh as she leans back into Clive's mouth, turning her face to try and coax him into kissing her.]
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But who is he to refuse a kiss? Clive will always be tempted by the arch of Jill's pretty neck, and he bends to meet her, warm breath and warm lips pressed to hers. ]
Last night wasn't enough to sate you, my lady?
[ As if he'd ever be able to get enough of her. One hand slides along Jill's thigh, remembering the feel of her wrapped around him. ]
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I don't think I could ever have enough of you.
[Their shared sentiment.]
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His touch slips upwards from thigh to stomach, and his palm presses inward where he'd been buried to the hilt in her the night before. ]
Mm. Now that I know how it feels to be as one with you― [ Another soft bite to the back of her neck, as emphasis. ] ―I yearn for it when we're apart.
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It's going to be even more difficult when duty calls for us to be in different places.
[It always disheartened her, being away from him, but she could do it. They were both often so busy--but now, she knows it will be a worse ache.]
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[ She never has been, but even more so. She's ever been the thing to keep Clive going, especially when they were apart: the one he wanted to go back to, the one he told himself he had to go back, even when things were hopelessly bleak.
And, well. Since they really are getting no washing done, Clive kisses the crest of Jill's shoulder and slides his touch between her legs this time, petting her gently with the flat of his fingers. They're still in water, so he doesn't press the contact, but he can't resist. ]
I'll think of nothing but you.
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[She can think of something nicer to give him than a thin piece of ribbon. Something embroidered, perhaps, as it's a hobby she's taken up when the Hideaway is quiet and she's left with nothing but her thoughts.
Her fingers trail up and down his forearm that's across her body. There's a soft hum at his touch, body a bit tired from the previous night, but welcoming the contact.]
All those years apart, when I thought the worst had happened to you... I prayed you were at peace each night before I slept.
[The worst to happen to him may have been his reality, branded, forced to serve. Left to believe he killed his beloved brother. He had no peace.]
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...I didn't deserve peace. Not back then.
[ But Jill is kind to say so, and he loves her for it. His chin rests on her shoulder, shoulders curled to fend off any tension. ]
I was such a wretched thing. So selfish, so small. Too afraid to even think of you, for the pain it would cause me.
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You did. You deserved peace and love and comfort. You did what you needed to do to survive.
[They both did.]
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