[She plants her hands on her knees. Behaving! And letting him dote as he pleases, humming when he begins his task, and... moaning, immediately, when he applies pressure. Stealing a page out of her book! But she's really in no position to complain.]
That's nice, Clive.
[Some praise for him before she forgets how to form words.]
[ Turnabout, etc. He loves that soft sound out of Jill's mouth, and he encourages more of it with careful drags of his fingers along ridges and planes, mapping Jill's body as much as he tends to it.
Because, again, he doesn't see much of her back. Maybe because he likes looking at her face too much to want to lay her on her stomach. ]
You're tempting me without even trying.
[ Jill could just be standing in a room, breathing, and Clive would think she was the most beautiful thing in the world. The bar is exceedingly low. ]
[It would be nice to lay on her belly, but obviously not in the water. Maybe later, once they're back home, she'll have to ask for him to rub her back again. He'll be happy to touch, she's sure, even if asking for such things doesn't come naturally to her. A common trait between them both.]
Your hands are... wonderful. I'm just trying to keep my head above the water.
[Really, she feels like she could sink down and drown without ever realizing it.]
[ Tarja would never let Clive go anywhere with Jill again if he let her drown halfway into their date. So he laughs and hefts her up a little higher onto his knees, cascading water over her shoulders to hastily rinse some of the suds off bath-warm skin. ]
It might have been more prudent for me to do this on the bed.
[ There are two of them in the rather ridiculously spacious suite, but he's sure they'll only need the one. ]
[ The lightness of her tone means that Clive doesn't let himself fuss. Instead, he quirks a quick smile (which he knows Jill won't be able to see, with him tucked behind her), then presses his lips to the back of her neck again. Just the barest suggestion of teeth follow. ]
I should hope that I satisfied you thoroughly.
[ His chest presses against her back, warm from his natural heat and the bathwater. ]
Mm. I'm trying my hand at this 'misbehaving' business.
[ Funny, coming from an outlaw-verging-on-terrorist. He's been misbehaving for ages now. But not like this, not in a way that makes him smile and feel playful, with his arms around Jill's middle and one hand dangerously close to cupping her chest. ]
[ The way he would have wilted like the saddest dog in the world if he'd thought that Jill meant any of that, even a little bit... but obviously she doesn't, and she does a very good job of invoking any sliver of alarm when she coaxes him to touch her the way she does.
Soft and warm. Clive palms her, and runs his thumb over the peak of her nipple. Savoring the way she feels, and trying to see if he can't pleasure her a little like this. ]
You could try not to make me fall more in love with you than I already am.
[ Please, Jill, his heart might explode. To distract himself from his own quickening pulse, he pinches at that sweet peak this time, rolling it gently between a thumb and forefinger. ]
[ Oh, sweet retribution. Karma swings back and hits Clive with that slow grind, which feels both welcome and far too good. He has half a mind to get up with Jill in tow and march them right to the bed that very second, actually.
(They'll probably catch cold if they do, though, and if that happens, Clive is going to be thrown in jail for the next week with Jill privileges revoked.) ]
Then you'll have to deal with my mounting infatuation. [ He clears his throat. ] Among other things.
[Tarja will be in a mood regardless of what they do here. In fact, Tarja expects it, now. Jill can only protect Clive so much, and ultimately, who could expect either of them to keep their hands off one another when sharing such a luxurious bath?
Although it's not like they wouldn't be in some sort of scandalous scenario even if they were camped out in a field for the night. The door of physical intimacy has been blown off its hinges.]
I happen to welcome your mounting infatuation and all that comes with it. Did you ever imagine I wouldn't?
[ Like a boy who's finally discovered how his cock works, which is sometimes how he feels around Jill when she's giving him attention. Surprised by his own sudden boner and how it drools every time he gets an inkling that Jill might be interested. ]
Like some sort of lecher. [ This is where Cid, were he alive to hear this, would have thrown his hands up and groaned. "Greagor's tits, listen to yourself, you dunce." ]
[ If only Cid were here, he'd balance Tarja out in the best/worst way: "you've been mooning after the girl for an eternity, you idiot. Now go fuck her brains out anytime she asks."
Clive heeds that shoulder devil's advice. His hand lifts to tip Jill's chin for a slow, indulgent kiss, before he makes to get up with her in tow. ]
To bed with us, then. [ They can wash up again after they inevitably make a mess. ] ―I can't wait.
[It's good he can carry her, because that kiss leaves her weak in the knees. Still, Jill makes a surprised sound, though it's still an amused one. Her arms go around Clive's neck.]
That's all you need to say. Whenever you're in need... [She nuzzles his nose with her own.] There's rarely a time I'd refuse you. To be loved and desired by you...
I usually behave, because we usually wear far too many layers.
[ A light grouse, as he hefts her up in her arms and steps out of warm water. Thankfully, Dalimil is sweltering enough that the change in temperature isn't so stark, and it matters very little anyway when Clive always runs so hot: he walks them both towards the beds, still dripping, and rests Jill onto the mattress without doing much in the way of wiping her down.
It's fine. There's another bed to sleep in later, after they ruin this one. ]
And I don't want to ruin your clothes by tearing them.
[Clive's naked and wet body before her is so much a distraction she doesn't worry about the beds. She looks him over, up and down and unashamed, before putting her hand on his thighs--to stop him from climbing onto her, or the bed.]
As if you can't request I remove them.
[The secret third option, Clive. Jill smiles up at him, something mischievous in her eyes.]
[ The secret third option requires the kind of patience that he doesn't have right now― he did say "I can't wait"― but. Alas. Even with their clothes off, Jill is looking up at him with that beautiful little glint in her eye, bidding him to do what he just said he can't.
A frustrated half-sigh, and Clive stops where he's standing, trying not to look too impatient. ]
Jill...
[ He's a good boy, though, so he'll wait for her permission. ]
[Good boys get rewards, and Jill does mean to reward his patience. She reaches out to take his cock into her hand, the weight of him in her palm, eyes still looking up at him.]
I'd like to use my mouth on you. May I? [Asked far too sweetly.] Or are you truly so impatient?
He didn't think it possible, but he feels himself grow more in Jill's hand. There's still something sacrosanct about Jill's mouth and all the beautiful words that come out of it; having her go down on him is a little like putting ink on fresh parchment. ]
No, I... [ His voice quiets to a whisper, before he shakes his head and snaps himself out of it. He's steel against Jill's palm, which telegraphs enough of his interest. ] ―Yes. As you wish, of course.
You might need to correct me if I do something I shouldn't. I'm what one might consider a novice.
[Not that cocks are particularly complex, but there are many things that are new to her in this relationship. Exciting and new and fun in ways she never imagined sex could be.
She licks her fingers before she idly strokes him.]
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[She plants her hands on her knees. Behaving! And letting him dote as he pleases, humming when he begins his task, and... moaning, immediately, when he applies pressure. Stealing a page out of her book! But she's really in no position to complain.]
That's nice, Clive.
[Some praise for him before she forgets how to form words.]
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Because, again, he doesn't see much of her back. Maybe because he likes looking at her face too much to want to lay her on her stomach. ]
You're tempting me without even trying.
[ Jill could just be standing in a room, breathing, and Clive would think she was the most beautiful thing in the world. The bar is exceedingly low. ]
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Your hands are... wonderful. I'm just trying to keep my head above the water.
[Really, she feels like she could sink down and drown without ever realizing it.]
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It might have been more prudent for me to do this on the bed.
[ There are two of them in the rather ridiculously spacious suite, but he's sure they'll only need the one. ]
Are you tired from the travel?
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[She'll be happy to request his hands on her back. Hands on her everywhere, really.
Jill is going to be even more of a regular patient of Tarja's. Oh, well. It can't be helped.]
No more than usual. You?
[Then, she adds--]
Truthfully, I'm more tired from last night than the journey here.
[Happily so, says the tone of her voice.]
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I should hope that I satisfied you thoroughly.
[ His chest presses against her back, warm from his natural heat and the bathwater. ]
Else I might be tempted to redeem myself.
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When I said I would try and behave, that was under the assumption that you would as well.
[Far from a complaint given the way she leans back into him.]
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[ Funny, coming from an outlaw-verging-on-terrorist. He's been misbehaving for ages now. But not like this, not in a way that makes him smile and feel playful, with his arms around Jill's middle and one hand dangerously close to cupping her chest. ]
I think you might like it more than you let on.
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[Not a trace of it in the purr of her voice. Likely not in the way she slides her free hand over his to coax him to palm her breast.]
We should be good.
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Soft and warm. Clive palms her, and runs his thumb over the peak of her nipple. Savoring the way she feels, and trying to see if he can't pleasure her a little like this. ]
I want it to be very good for you, Jill.
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[Her nipple is quickly hardening under his touch. Her sigh is a contented one, eyes closing as her fingertips trace the back of his hand.]
Every moment with you is good.
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You could try not to make me fall more in love with you than I already am.
[ Please, Jill, his heart might explode. To distract himself from his own quickening pulse, he pinches at that sweet peak this time, rolling it gently between a thumb and forefinger. ]
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I'm only telling you the truth.
[And he doesn't get to have all the fun. Jill shifts back to give her ass a slow, pointed grind against him.]
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(They'll probably catch cold if they do, though, and if that happens, Clive is going to be thrown in jail for the next week with Jill privileges revoked.) ]
Then you'll have to deal with my mounting infatuation. [ He clears his throat. ] Among other things.
[ Like his semi, currently poking at her thigh. ]
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Although it's not like they wouldn't be in some sort of scandalous scenario even if they were camped out in a field for the night. The door of physical intimacy has been blown off its hinges.]
I happen to welcome your mounting infatuation and all that comes with it. Did you ever imagine I wouldn't?
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[ Like a boy who's finally discovered how his cock works, which is sometimes how he feels around Jill when she's giving him attention. Surprised by his own sudden boner and how it drools every time he gets an inkling that Jill might be interested. ]
Like some sort of lecher. [ This is where Cid, were he alive to hear this, would have thrown his hands up and groaned. "Greagor's tits, listen to yourself, you dunce." ]
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Listen to yourself, my love.
[... okay, she's much gentler, to no one's surprise. Same intent.]
I like you overeager.
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Clive heeds that shoulder devil's advice. His hand lifts to tip Jill's chin for a slow, indulgent kiss, before he makes to get up with her in tow. ]
To bed with us, then. [ They can wash up again after they inevitably make a mess. ] ―I can't wait.
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That's all you need to say. Whenever you're in need... [She nuzzles his nose with her own.] There's rarely a time I'd refuse you. To be loved and desired by you...
[Look, it's enough to make her want him 24/7.]
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[ A light grouse, as he hefts her up in her arms and steps out of warm water. Thankfully, Dalimil is sweltering enough that the change in temperature isn't so stark, and it matters very little anyway when Clive always runs so hot: he walks them both towards the beds, still dripping, and rests Jill onto the mattress without doing much in the way of wiping her down.
It's fine. There's another bed to sleep in later, after they ruin this one. ]
And I don't want to ruin your clothes by tearing them.
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As if you can't request I remove them.
[The secret third option, Clive. Jill smiles up at him, something mischievous in her eyes.]
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A frustrated half-sigh, and Clive stops where he's standing, trying not to look too impatient. ]
Jill...
[ He's a good boy, though, so he'll wait for her permission. ]
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I'd like to use my mouth on you. May I? [Asked far too sweetly.] Or are you truly so impatient?
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He didn't think it possible, but he feels himself grow more in Jill's hand. There's still something sacrosanct about Jill's mouth and all the beautiful words that come out of it; having her go down on him is a little like putting ink on fresh parchment. ]
No, I... [ His voice quiets to a whisper, before he shakes his head and snaps himself out of it. He's steel against Jill's palm, which telegraphs enough of his interest. ] ―Yes. As you wish, of course.
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[Not that cocks are particularly complex, but there are many things that are new to her in this relationship. Exciting and new and fun in ways she never imagined sex could be.
She licks her fingers before she idly strokes him.]
Would you like me on my knees?
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