clive rosfield

[Clive's intentions are not to lay guilt upon Jill's shoulders. She has no control over which memories she has retained in this place. Instead, he just wants her to feel needed, wanted. She is, of course, but Clive knows he hasn't always been the best at showing it. Back home, they've simply been busy or never found the right time or -

...Or he never quite knew how to want things for himself. That is unfortunately far too accurate.

Clive shakes his head, to clear those thoughts and to reassure Jill, then gives her thigh a slow squeeze.]

You need not dwell on it. I ask only that you listen and make a memory of now.

[His other hand comes up to the neckline of her nightgown and tugs at it slightly, baring a stretch of her shoulder for him to drop a kiss.]

You are always beautiful, but when we were...together, it was under the moonlight, like tonight, and you practically glowed in it.

[The hand on her thigh resumes its movements, slipping gently upward.]

I can only be so lucky to exist in that same light next to you.

[He moves farther along, over the slope of her hip and back down, coming to grip her thigh once more.]