[She can't help it. What he is doing to her is new and unfamiliar, even if it isn't to him. His touch leaves her wanting to be close to him. She didn't care if he was aroused. She was too, at this point. The more he kisses and touches her, the less she is able to suppress her responses to it. His kisses to her breasts draw a moan from her. Somehow she is able to keep herself quiet for now. If he planned to kiss her body more she might not remain so.]
That's - ah - my line. We saved one another.
[She sweeps her fingers through his hair, affection softening the gesture when she tucks a strand behind one of his ears. She had never imagined being able to touch him like this, a day when she could be touched by him. It was enough to drive a person near to madness. Her hand moves on from his hair, tugging lightly on the back of his shirt while he indulges in her body with his mouth and hand.]
Clive... [She sighs his name, eyes fluttering closed and hold on this shirt tightening so that she bunches up the fabric in her hand. She didn't know how to articulate what she wanted, but she wanted him to do much more of what he was doing, so the only thing she can think to do is beg.]
[His blood sings with need and affection, both equal parts. The desire to relish in her presence mirrored by the adoration he wants to lavish upon her. Clive groans against her and his hand moves from her side to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing back and forth across her clothed nipple.]
Then may nothing budge us. Not fire, nor ice, nor the whims of fate.
[His touch lingers for a moment, but then Clive pulls away so he can hold himself above Jill, carefully straddling one of her legs, lest his growing interest become even more apparent. Even in the dark her silhouette is known to him and he leans down to kiss her slowly, as if doing so will calm him down.]
[Her heart races and she bites down on her lip when he touches her breast, only to draw a soft noise of disappointment when he pulls away. She looks up at him in the dark and responds immediately when he kisses her, easing some of the urgency she feels. One of her hands reaches for his upper arm while the other frames his face. She speaks softly once she has to come up for air eventually.]
Fate brought us together again.
[She is completely sure of that. It did 5 years ago and it had done so again when he had appeared in this place with her. She would take all of the good fortune she could get her hands on, after thirteen years of hell.]
You always come back to me. Always.
[She kisses him again, deeper and yet with no urgency behind it, letting them take their time. She is very much aware of his state of arousal when he straddles her leg. If it hadn't been apparent before, she can tell he's carefully trying to avoid letting her realize it now. She takes one of his hands in hers, threading their fingers together.]
[It's turning into the easiest thing in the world, kissing her. With how she initiates it this time, Clive relaxes and sighs into the kiss, appreciating every second of their embrace. He relaxes just enough, in fact, that he lowers himself slightly and his hardness presses against her thigh.
The act causes Clive to break the kiss and moan into her neck.]
Oh, fuck.
[He doesn't have the strength to pull away again, but he holds himself more stiffly against Jill and grips her hand a little tighter. Not that she didn't already know how his body had reacted to her presence, but now it's even less of a secret and he simply cannot do anything about it.]
[Her fingers return to his hair as he lowers himself against her more. The fullness of his arousal was pressed against her thigh and the sound he makes accompanying it sent arousal through her to mirror his own. His hand gripping hers tighter was met with her thumb stroking the back of it, a small attempt to ground herself.]
You don’t have to be so stiff. It’s alright. Don’t hold yourself back.
[She whispers to him encouragements, her hand moving from his hair to slide her fingers down his back. She could feel each muscle as she explored, trying to take note of his responses.]
[While her touches do nothing to quell his desires, they, along with Jill's encouragements, do get him to relax a little. Clive lies more heavily against her leg and shifts so the bulk of his weight falls to her side, careful not to crush her.]
Jill, I...
[He tugs on their joined hands, bringing them to hi lips once again so he can kiss her knuckles.]
I'm sorry. For putting all this on you.
[He's somewhat breathless, both because of his traitorous body and the effect she has on him, and it's only going to get worse. Clive desperately wants to take comfort in her body and rut against her thigh, if nothing else, but even if Jill says it's okay, it doesn't feel quite right. It would be selfish at best and baseless behavior at worst.
Another sigh escapes him and he nuzzles along her neck.]
I fear I have become a liar. When I said all I needed was you here with me...
[If she knew he was worried about crushing her, she might have laughed. That was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. When he apologizes, she can't help but smile and shake her head a bit.]
If you are guilty then I am equally so. I could have told you no at any point and I didn't want to. I still don't.
[She won't tell him all of the reasons why - because she missed him when it was just her here, because she was so grateful he was alive, because she loved him and had made her mind up about that as soon as they started kissing this evening. Maybe this was happening differently to what they remember, maybe they should be taking this more slowly, but they had danced around it for so long, it didn't feel wrong to end up here even if the path leading to it was different for her than it was him.]
[It's immediate, certain. Clive is grappling with what he should do, as a decent man and someone Jill trusts, but her presence bringing him joy is never in doubt.]
I want to be near you. Maybe it's selfish of me.
[Clive shifts a little, kissing along Jill's jaw. When he hovers near her ear, he gives her earlobe a gentle nip and continues, voice dropping to just above a whisper.]
And I...would like to touch you more, which I know is selfish. But only if my Lady would allow it.
[Her hand wrinkles the fabric of his shirt when she grabs it a bit tighter. The feeling of his mouth on her jaw, her ear, and then his whispered words make her bite back a moan.
It is almost easily forgotten that, for all of her assertions that she is fine with things, he is the only one who has the experience between them, even if it had been with her.]
It isn’t selfish.
[She closes her eyes and sighs, her own voice quieter -]
Please, Clive… please touch me.
[She holds onto his shirt a little tighter but tries to focus on him instead. His breath on her skin sent goosebumps down her neck and his words made her heart race.]
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[Clive closes his eyes and breathes in, giving her hand another little squeeze before he untangles their fingers. His hand drifts to her side once again, slowly rubbing up and down as he had before. Jill's body is made up of gentle curves he knows intimately by now, but mapping them out by touch alone still gives him a thrill.
Upward, he grazes the side of her breast again, the flesh giving pleasantly under his light touch. Down, past her waist and to the roundness of her hip, where he gives a gentle squeeze. And, though her chemise may be thin, it still separates him from her skin, where he really wants to touch again, and where he hopes she wants him to touch. So on his next downward trek, he moves farther, over her thigh where he grasps the fabric and pulls it upward, far enough to bare her skin to him. Clive brushes his fingers over her thigh, slipping under where her nightgown may fall back down.]
Might I tell you something? Of the night we shared.
[All that comes to mind was that this was happening, this was real. His hand explored as he spoke in her ear and it was almost too much. She wasn’t exactly the type of girl who swooned or became affected by men but Clive was different. He was actually making her blush.
His asking to touch her, the feeling of his mouth or his breath on her skin. Now his hand was touching her thigh and slipping beneath the thin fabric of her chemise. Then there was also her peripheral awareness of his arousal.]
Mm. I want to know. I wish I could just remember.
[Could he tell? Her breathing was a little more shallow. Her voice was a little more breathless. All it took was his hands on her body and his voice in her ear.]
[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.]
[Her hands slide down his back and up again as his hand moves up her thigh and over her hip. He’ll be able to feel the soft cloth of her under garments during his exploration.
She was listening to his words, spoken in her ear. It made her heart feel full. She had prayed so many times to see him again, both at home and here. Her prayers had been answered at last.]
Mm. It’s only right, isn’t it?
[His touch and kisses were like a slow torture in the best way. She had nothing to compare it to, but to just feel the heat of him made her restless.]
[Jill's hands bring him comfort amid all his tension and he sighs against her skin, relaxing somewhat. To have another opportunity to touch her and be touched by her... Clive doesn't take any of it for granted and he makes sure to remember what she feels like under his fingers when he moves his hand up again.
Her undergarments don't go unnoticed, but Clive doesn't rush to relieve Jill of them. Speed is not his intention here, but rather making Jill feel treasured.
Because she is, even if he hasn't yet found the words to tell her.]
Only right?
[But he is only so patient. His fingers slip under the waistband over her hip and he tugs them down just slightly, enough for him to touch her more, if also to give her time to back out if she chooses. Not that Clive expects her to. He doesn't want her to, either, but that's not his choice.]
[She would have elaborated further but his hands are once again very distracting. She might even be more than happy to help him tug her underwear down her thighs but he seems to be fine without much assistance from her. He also seems to have a grasp of where she wanted him to touch her before she even thought to vocalize it. When he does finally touch her, she lets out a soft shaky breath. She isn't nervous in the slightest. Even less so because it's him.
She wanted to drag that feeling out - that they could just be themselves without the burdens of their roles in some grander scheme. She wanted him to just be Clive, something he more than deserved to have.]
[Clive can't exactly disagree with his hand up her skirt, so to speak. Taking a moment for themselves is certainly satisfying and he doesn't intend to stop now, if his fingers skimming along the front of her undergarment's waistband is any indication. Still...]
I'm afraid I've almost forgotten what that's like.
[There is always, always something to think about back home and so many people who look to him for safety. Clive simply doesn't have the luxury of just being. And now, being here, away from the hideaway, he can't help but feel a little guilty for falling so easily into bed with Jill. Except he really can't be faulted for ending up in this world, but shouldn't he be working harder to get back to Valisthea? Whatever the means.
His thoughts spiral and his fingers falter. There's always fucking something.
Clive closes his eyes and breathes in against Jill's exposed shoulder. He isn't going to solve either world's problems tonight. He can bring himself down with his thoughts, but Jill doesn't deserve that, so he focuses back on his work and tugs on her undergarment band a little more insistently.]
[She understands, of course. They couldn’t stay forever. The threat Ultima posed awaited them. She wanted to face it together. It didn’t even occur to her to feel guilt about their current situation, not when they had clearly found the time for it back home.
His words disrupt her own thoughts and make her heart hammer anxiously in her chest. She had never been touched but she remembered what Imrann’s victims endured. Clive was different. He wouldn’t hurt her. When she does speak to give consent, her voice is hushed and breathless.]
Yes…
[She helped him remove the undergarment, her chemise the only thing left to keep her modest. Her hands return to the his upper back. She became more aware of how much she wanted him. His breath heated her skin and his hands made her feel even hotter when he touched her. She wanted every part of him.]
[Clive breathes out, still amazed by how much trust Jill puts in him, even after these past five years. And it amazes him still because she told him a little of what she saw in the Iron Kingdom. It's enough to make anyone's blood boil and think of nothing else, least of all the pleasures of the flesh.
But she's here. With him. Nearly begging for his touch. Clive can endure quite a bit, and has done so, but right now he's weak.
He helps her remove that bit of clothing, though he's not quite sure which of them does the more work. Not that it matters now. With that out of the way, his hand returns to where it left off, slipping down between her legs, over the coarse hair there. It's so achingly familiar to him and his cock hardens more in his pants, eager for more. Jill will undoubtedly notice, but Clive tries his best to ignore that little detail. Instead, he keeps his focus on her, gently palming her in his hand a couple of times before moving back up to seek out her clit.
Despite his growing arousal in multiple senses of the word, he keeps his motions slow, helping Jill acclimate to this. He props himself up on his other arm and leans in to kiss her jaw and the corner of her mouth before properly catching her lips in a kiss.]
[The friction of his fingertips and then his palm rubbing against her between her thighs drew a moan from her and unconsciously she lifts her hips, rubbing herself against his skin. When he finds her clit she stops, any sounds he drags from her swallowed by his mouth. She shudders beneath him as he slowly touches it, seeking out what makes her feel best no doubt. The feeling of his finger rubbing and pressing against it is enough to make her wet. It was embarrassing to realize that he would feel that dampness against his fingertips.
She never had a reason let alone time to think about doing something like this to herself alone. Having him touch her is whole other experience. His fingers had little calluses that created friction and only added to the experience. It made her want to kiss him harder, more desperate to feel his mouth and his hands on her. She knows he feels it too.
His erection is as obvious as her own arousal. She isn’t sure how he will feel about it, but her hand moves between them to touch his belly. Just from the feel of him against her thigh already conjures him between her thighs in her imagination.]
[The sounds she makes echo that night on the beach and Clive can't hold back his own moan as he continues to kiss her. He lowers himself more against her thigh, falling into her pleasure like a man follows a siren's song, and rolls his hips a little hesitantly. Jill's enjoyment is more important to him right now, but his body makes demands of him, too.
Still, despite his weakness, his finger keeps at its task, touching her and drawing out pleasure. As he moves, he becomes aware of her growing wetness and takes advantage of it, sliding his finger farther along to dip just between her folds and slick up his finger. He touches her there for a moment, then comes back to circle her clit. The process is gentle and unrushed, even if his body begs for more as the seconds pass by.
And then Jill touches him and Clive pulls away to breathe, his stomach tensing with anticipation and desire. It might come off as the opposite, however, so Clive kisses her again.]
[Gods, she wanted him. His hips moving drag his arousal along her thigh and she could only think of touching him just as he was touching her now. His finger between her folds draws another soft moan from her. At first, she worries that she is pushing him too much when she tries to reciprocate by reaching for his length, but then he kisses her and she melts into it, her fingers sliding downward between them to touch him.]
Tell me if I do it wrong...? [She can't help but laugh a little breathlessly that there could be a wrong way to touch him. Sliding her hand lower, she rests him in her palm first, getting used to the feeling of his length in her hand.]
[It's one thing to focus on pleasing someone else, but the moment the attention is turned on Clive...
For a moment he's overwhelmed, to have Jill touch him like this. His head falls back to her shoulder, his breath coming hard and hot, and the work of his hand pauses. It takes what feels like all of his discipline to not just rut into her hand.
Her skin isn't as soft as what is expected of a noblewoman, but Clive doesn't care. Like his own, her hands tell a story of survival and will. It hasn't always been easy and it hasn't always been pretty, but it's a worthy tale and he wouldn't have Jill any other way.
She's perfect, even though her life has been anything but.
This is wonderful, but his pants were already tight without her hand down them. Clive growls in his throat and reluctantly pulls his hand from between her legs so he can tug his pants down enough to free himself. It's hardly romantic, a fact he's sure to regret afterward, but right now he needs room. With that barrier removed, Clive feels like he can breathe a little better, so he brings his hand back up, careful to ease his way back to his duties.]
[His body was warm, from his mouth that kissed her skin to the hand between her thighs that made her toes curl. His length too was hot and hard in her hand. Noble ladies wouldn’t do things like this, she’s mostly sure. Yet she wanted to touch him and know what it felt like all the same. His fingers, on the other hand, were making it hard to think.
It isn’t enough to just feel him in her hand. She wanted him to feel good too, which is why he will feel her fingers wrap cautiously around his erection and move slowly.]
[Her reciprocation is appreciated, considering the way Clive's mind starts to lose to his body's wants. He moans against her as his hips slowly roll into her hand. Even though her touches are unpracticed, they solidify the fact that Clive wishes for no one else. He's known this for some time now, perhaps even unconsciously for years, but after their time in Ash, and now...there's only Jill.
He's seen plenty of beautiful women in his life and some of them have even expressed interest in him, though less when the brand was still blatant upon his cheek, but none of them turned his head. And why should they? Most of the time they only promised a night if he had coin to spare. Clive doesn't begrudge these people; the world in which they live is harsh and takes, takes, takes, and sometimes such an occupation is all one has. But he's never been interested in a fantasy, even though he read plenty as a boy.
If he had visited any of those establishments or indulged with a random woman elsewhere, he wouldn't have been able to treat them the way he truly wished. Not like with Jill, whom he can and actively treasures. This woman who has kept him anchored when he has desperately needed it. He can give her at least a taste of what she deserves.
His fingers grow wetter with time and when he feels she is ready - and when his patience grows thinner - he slowly sinks one inside.]
[She begins to grow more confident when his hips thrust into her hand. His length was hard in her hand and she felt both awe and curiosity. His moan only encourages her to hold him a little more firmly and move her hand up and down, brushing against coarse hairs occasionally when she does.
His fingers teasing her entrance only make her wetter, drawing a gasp when he finally sinks one into her. It was uncomfortable at first but he takes his time, making her relax. One of her hands holds fast to the back of his neck and the other keeps sliding up and down his length, finding a slow rhythm. She can’t help but moan as he gets further inside.]
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Date: 2023-10-02 10:27 pm (UTC)That's - ah - my line. We saved one another.
[She sweeps her fingers through his hair, affection softening the gesture when she tucks a strand behind one of his ears. She had never imagined being able to touch him like this, a day when she could be touched by him. It was enough to drive a person near to madness. Her hand moves on from his hair, tugging lightly on the back of his shirt while he indulges in her body with his mouth and hand.]
Clive... [She sighs his name, eyes fluttering closed and hold on this shirt tightening so that she bunches up the fabric in her hand. She didn't know how to articulate what she wanted, but she wanted him to do much more of what he was doing, so the only thing she can think to do is beg.]
Please.
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Date: 2023-10-02 11:24 pm (UTC)Then may nothing budge us. Not fire, nor ice, nor the whims of fate.
[His touch lingers for a moment, but then Clive pulls away so he can hold himself above Jill, carefully straddling one of her legs, lest his growing interest become even more apparent. Even in the dark her silhouette is known to him and he leans down to kiss her slowly, as if doing so will calm him down.]
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Date: 2023-10-03 12:00 am (UTC)Fate brought us together again.
[She is completely sure of that. It did 5 years ago and it had done so again when he had appeared in this place with her. She would take all of the good fortune she could get her hands on, after thirteen years of hell.]
You always come back to me. Always.
[She kisses him again, deeper and yet with no urgency behind it, letting them take their time. She is very much aware of his state of arousal when he straddles her leg. If it hadn't been apparent before, she can tell he's carefully trying to avoid letting her realize it now. She takes one of his hands in hers, threading their fingers together.]
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Date: 2023-10-08 07:31 am (UTC)[It's turning into the easiest thing in the world, kissing her. With how she initiates it this time, Clive relaxes and sighs into the kiss, appreciating every second of their embrace. He relaxes just enough, in fact, that he lowers himself slightly and his hardness presses against her thigh.
The act causes Clive to break the kiss and moan into her neck.]
Oh, fuck.
[He doesn't have the strength to pull away again, but he holds himself more stiffly against Jill and grips her hand a little tighter. Not that she didn't already know how his body had reacted to her presence, but now it's even less of a secret and he simply cannot do anything about it.]
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Date: 2023-10-08 06:29 pm (UTC)You don’t have to be so stiff. It’s alright. Don’t hold yourself back.
[She whispers to him encouragements, her hand moving from his hair to slide her fingers down his back. She could feel each muscle as she explored, trying to take note of his responses.]
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Date: 2023-10-08 07:37 pm (UTC)Jill, I...
[He tugs on their joined hands, bringing them to hi lips once again so he can kiss her knuckles.]
I'm sorry. For putting all this on you.
[He's somewhat breathless, both because of his traitorous body and the effect she has on him, and it's only going to get worse. Clive desperately wants to take comfort in her body and rut against her thigh, if nothing else, but even if Jill says it's okay, it doesn't feel quite right. It would be selfish at best and baseless behavior at worst.
Another sigh escapes him and he nuzzles along her neck.]
I fear I have become a liar. When I said all I needed was you here with me...
[But Clive brought this upon himself!]
I...overestimated my restraint.
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Date: 2023-10-09 02:38 am (UTC)If you are guilty then I am equally so. I could have told you no at any point and I didn't want to. I still don't.
[She won't tell him all of the reasons why - because she missed him when it was just her here, because she was so grateful he was alive, because she loved him and had made her mind up about that as soon as they started kissing this evening. Maybe this was happening differently to what they remember, maybe they should be taking this more slowly, but they had danced around it for so long, it didn't feel wrong to end up here even if the path leading to it was different for her than it was him.]
You're sure you want me to stay?
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Date: 2023-10-09 03:49 am (UTC)[It's immediate, certain. Clive is grappling with what he should do, as a decent man and someone Jill trusts, but her presence bringing him joy is never in doubt.]
I want to be near you. Maybe it's selfish of me.
[Clive shifts a little, kissing along Jill's jaw. When he hovers near her ear, he gives her earlobe a gentle nip and continues, voice dropping to just above a whisper.]
And I...would like to touch you more, which I know is selfish. But only if my Lady would allow it.
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Date: 2023-10-09 10:26 am (UTC)It is almost easily forgotten that, for all of her assertions that she is fine with things, he is the only one who has the experience between them, even if it had been with her.]
It isn’t selfish.
[She closes her eyes and sighs, her own voice quieter -]
Please, Clive… please touch me.
[She holds onto his shirt a little tighter but tries to focus on him instead. His breath on her skin sent goosebumps down her neck and his words made her heart race.]
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Date: 2023-10-11 06:47 am (UTC)Upward, he grazes the side of her breast again, the flesh giving pleasantly under his light touch. Down, past her waist and to the roundness of her hip, where he gives a gentle squeeze. And, though her chemise may be thin, it still separates him from her skin, where he really wants to touch again, and where he hopes she wants him to touch. So on his next downward trek, he moves farther, over her thigh where he grasps the fabric and pulls it upward, far enough to bare her skin to him. Clive brushes his fingers over her thigh, slipping under where her nightgown may fall back down.]
Might I tell you something? Of the night we shared.
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Date: 2023-10-11 03:41 pm (UTC)His asking to touch her, the feeling of his mouth or his breath on her skin. Now his hand was touching her thigh and slipping beneath the thin fabric of her chemise. Then there was also her peripheral awareness of his arousal.]
Mm. I want to know. I wish I could just remember.
[Could he tell? Her breathing was a little more shallow. Her voice was a little more breathless. All it took was his hands on her body and his voice in her ear.]
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Date: 2023-10-13 04:10 am (UTC)...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.]
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Date: 2023-10-13 03:26 pm (UTC)She was listening to his words, spoken in her ear. It made her heart feel full. She had prayed so many times to see him again, both at home and here. Her prayers had been answered at last.]
Mm. It’s only right, isn’t it?
[His touch and kisses were like a slow torture in the best way. She had nothing to compare it to, but to just feel the heat of him made her restless.]
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Date: 2023-10-16 07:52 am (UTC)Her undergarments don't go unnoticed, but Clive doesn't rush to relieve Jill of them. Speed is not his intention here, but rather making Jill feel treasured.
Because she is, even if he hasn't yet found the words to tell her.]
Only right?
[But he is only so patient. His fingers slip under the waistband over her hip and he tugs them down just slightly, enough for him to touch her more, if also to give her time to back out if she chooses. Not that Clive expects her to. He doesn't want her to, either, but that's not his choice.]
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Date: 2023-10-17 02:38 am (UTC)[She would have elaborated further but his hands are once again very distracting. She might even be more than happy to help him tug her underwear down her thighs but he seems to be fine without much assistance from her. He also seems to have a grasp of where she wanted him to touch her before she even thought to vocalize it. When he does finally touch her, she lets out a soft shaky breath. She isn't nervous in the slightest. Even less so because it's him.
She wanted to drag that feeling out - that they could just be themselves without the burdens of their roles in some grander scheme. She wanted him to just be Clive, something he more than deserved to have.]
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Date: 2023-10-17 04:41 am (UTC)[Clive can't exactly disagree with his hand up her skirt, so to speak. Taking a moment for themselves is certainly satisfying and he doesn't intend to stop now, if his fingers skimming along the front of her undergarment's waistband is any indication. Still...]
I'm afraid I've almost forgotten what that's like.
[There is always, always something to think about back home and so many people who look to him for safety. Clive simply doesn't have the luxury of just being. And now, being here, away from the hideaway, he can't help but feel a little guilty for falling so easily into bed with Jill. Except he really can't be faulted for ending up in this world, but shouldn't he be working harder to get back to Valisthea? Whatever the means.
His thoughts spiral and his fingers falter. There's always fucking something.
Clive closes his eyes and breathes in against Jill's exposed shoulder. He isn't going to solve either world's problems tonight. He can bring himself down with his thoughts, but Jill doesn't deserve that, so he focuses back on his work and tugs on her undergarment band a little more insistently.]
Will you...help me remember?
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Date: 2023-10-17 01:55 pm (UTC)His words disrupt her own thoughts and make her heart hammer anxiously in her chest. She had never been touched but she remembered what Imrann’s victims endured. Clive was different. He wouldn’t hurt her. When she does speak to give consent, her voice is hushed and breathless.]
Yes…
[She helped him remove the undergarment, her chemise the only thing left to keep her modest. Her hands return to the his upper back. She became more aware of how much she wanted him. His breath heated her skin and his hands made her feel even hotter when he touched her. She wanted every part of him.]
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Date: 2023-10-18 03:21 am (UTC)But she's here. With him. Nearly begging for his touch. Clive can endure quite a bit, and has done so, but right now he's weak.
He helps her remove that bit of clothing, though he's not quite sure which of them does the more work. Not that it matters now. With that out of the way, his hand returns to where it left off, slipping down between her legs, over the coarse hair there. It's so achingly familiar to him and his cock hardens more in his pants, eager for more. Jill will undoubtedly notice, but Clive tries his best to ignore that little detail. Instead, he keeps his focus on her, gently palming her in his hand a couple of times before moving back up to seek out her clit.
Despite his growing arousal in multiple senses of the word, he keeps his motions slow, helping Jill acclimate to this. He props himself up on his other arm and leans in to kiss her jaw and the corner of her mouth before properly catching her lips in a kiss.]
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Date: 2023-10-18 01:06 pm (UTC)She never had a reason let alone time to think about doing something like this to herself alone. Having him touch her is whole other experience. His fingers had little calluses that created friction and only added to the experience. It made her want to kiss him harder, more desperate to feel his mouth and his hands on her. She knows he feels it too.
His erection is as obvious as her own arousal. She isn’t sure how he will feel about it, but her hand moves between them to touch his belly. Just from the feel of him against her thigh already conjures him between her thighs in her imagination.]
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Date: 2023-10-18 08:32 pm (UTC)Still, despite his weakness, his finger keeps at its task, touching her and drawing out pleasure. As he moves, he becomes aware of her growing wetness and takes advantage of it, sliding his finger farther along to dip just between her folds and slick up his finger. He touches her there for a moment, then comes back to circle her clit. The process is gentle and unrushed, even if his body begs for more as the seconds pass by.
And then Jill touches him and Clive pulls away to breathe, his stomach tensing with anticipation and desire. It might come off as the opposite, however, so Clive kisses her again.]
You can touch me. You can do anything you like.
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Date: 2023-10-18 09:48 pm (UTC)Tell me if I do it wrong...? [She can't help but laugh a little breathlessly that there could be a wrong way to touch him. Sliding her hand lower, she rests him in her palm first, getting used to the feeling of his length in her hand.]
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Date: 2023-10-18 11:22 pm (UTC)For a moment he's overwhelmed, to have Jill touch him like this. His head falls back to her shoulder, his breath coming hard and hot, and the work of his hand pauses. It takes what feels like all of his discipline to not just rut into her hand.
Her skin isn't as soft as what is expected of a noblewoman, but Clive doesn't care. Like his own, her hands tell a story of survival and will. It hasn't always been easy and it hasn't always been pretty, but it's a worthy tale and he wouldn't have Jill any other way.
She's perfect, even though her life has been anything but.
This is wonderful, but his pants were already tight without her hand down them. Clive growls in his throat and reluctantly pulls his hand from between her legs so he can tug his pants down enough to free himself. It's hardly romantic, a fact he's sure to regret afterward, but right now he needs room. With that barrier removed, Clive feels like he can breathe a little better, so he brings his hand back up, careful to ease his way back to his duties.]
You're doing wonderfully, Jill.
[He presses a kiss to her neck.]
If I become too much, you need only say the word.
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Date: 2023-10-19 05:01 am (UTC)It isn’t enough to just feel him in her hand. She wanted him to feel good too, which is why he will feel her fingers wrap cautiously around his erection and move slowly.]
That goes both ways.
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Date: 2023-10-19 07:37 am (UTC)He's seen plenty of beautiful women in his life and some of them have even expressed interest in him, though less when the brand was still blatant upon his cheek, but none of them turned his head. And why should they? Most of the time they only promised a night if he had coin to spare. Clive doesn't begrudge these people; the world in which they live is harsh and takes, takes, takes, and sometimes such an occupation is all one has. But he's never been interested in a fantasy, even though he read plenty as a boy.
If he had visited any of those establishments or indulged with a random woman elsewhere, he wouldn't have been able to treat them the way he truly wished. Not like with Jill, whom he can and actively treasures. This woman who has kept him anchored when he has desperately needed it. He can give her at least a taste of what she deserves.
His fingers grow wetter with time and when he feels she is ready - and when his patience grows thinner - he slowly sinks one inside.]
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Date: 2023-10-19 03:24 pm (UTC)His fingers teasing her entrance only make her wetter, drawing a gasp when he finally sinks one into her. It was uncomfortable at first but he takes his time, making her relax. One of her hands holds fast to the back of his neck and the other keeps sliding up and down his length, finding a slow rhythm. She can’t help but moan as he gets further inside.]
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