[Jill's body opens up to him a little more with every thrust until Clive finds he can sink into her entirely. And he does, selfishly seeking her, her heat and her tightness and the simple pleasure the body of another can provide. Their bodies meet flush and Clive groans at how well they fit together.
Sex has hardly held the same allure for him as it has for his peers, from when he was a teen up until now. Then again, Clive never quite had the same liberties as other men. He always put his disinterest down to being busy with duty, then the tragedy of serving as a Branded, then taking care of an entire inherited community.
But then there's Jill. He can't imagine being with anyone else. Hell, the thought of staying in bed with her for an entire day sounds wonderful, despite the absurdity. Maybe she just has this effect on him. Maybe he's always wanted her and never realized it until much, much later.
What he knows for sure is it doesn't matter. They're here now, in his bed as they continue to build their pleasure. He touches her, rough palm moving up her side to cup a breast as he leans down to kiss and suckle at the other. Perfect. Just perfect.
He loses himself in her, in the movement of his hips, in the taste of her nipple under his tongue. But eventually he has to breathe properly and stay in the moment with Jill. He drags his lips away and up, kissing along the graceful column of her neck.]
I know. You have already done so much.
[His hand slips from her other breast to trail along her arm until he finds her hand, clasped in the sheet. He covers it with his own.]
[She felt over sensitive, his hands making her shiver. It was his mouth that drew another moan from her as he suckled her breast, the feeling of his tongue and lips on the sensitive peak making it harder to stay quiet. His hand on the other only added to it.
Dimly she was aware of the bed creaking, but it was hard to think of anything but his mouth on her throat and his voice in her ear. When his hand finds hers, she instinctively takes it, threading their fingers together. Her other hand tangles into his hair. Surely he would feel how her pulse quickened, her breath catching in her throat as he drew pleasure out of the both of them.]
Mm. I think you’re the one - [Tugging lightly on his hair- ] doing more right now.
[She was at his mercy, laying beneath him as he thrust into her over and over and she loved every second. She tried reciprocating, wrapping both legs around his hips and lifting her hips in time with his own. ]
[Between the rythym he continues to carry out and Jill's fingers tightening in his hair, Clive falls deeper into this moment. He fights to retain some awareness, to always be present for Jill, but with each passing second that bcokea more and more difficult.
And then she wraps her legs around his waist and that only pulls him in closer and he bottoms out inside of her. He groans against her neck, her beautiful and unmarked neck, and pauses in his movements to just exist, fully enveloped by her.]
Fuck, Jill.
[Just breathing against her skin isn't enough, anymore. Clive nuzzles her neck, but then opens his mouth to gently bite down on the flesh. Not to hurt, never to hurt her, but instead give them both a reminder that he was here.
Before he resumes his movements, Clive moves to rest his forehead against her own.]
[Part of her didn't want it to end but she still felt as if they were building towards something and could feel it in the pit of her stomach. It made her want to wrap her legs around him more firmly, hold onto him more tightly. She was so wrapped up in the moment, the feeling of his breath on her skin and his voice in her ear, that she hadn't expected the feeling of his teeth gently marking her skin.
Her hand squeezes his lightly as he rests his forehead to hers. Her hand tangled in his hair moved instantly to caress his cheek. Hungrily, she kisses him in response to his words. She wasn't going to last either. Just the feeling of his body against hers - inside of her - was enough to drive her near to lust filled madness. Having him closer and able to thrust more deeply has her nearly seeing stars, but it is his words about not lasting that push her.
Ah, yes. So this is what it feels like.
She had given herself to him so completely long before this, but she hadn't imagined this to be the best representation of letting one's self go. She was aware of him and of herself and yet when her orgasm hit, it felt as if she did see stars or the moment had become still and filled with joy. She loved each moment of this evening with him and this was the culmination of that.]
Clive- [Maybe she didn't want him to last much longer.]
[He can thrust deeper and he does, sinking deliciously into her on every stroke. That feeling only drives him to move more quickly, as well, and the bed creaks even more loudly, traitorously giving away what they're doing. But Clive can't stop. He's too far into this act now, gripping her hand desperately and breathing heavily as he moves, and moves, and moves, seeking both of their climaxes.
And then Jill reaches hers and her walls tighten around his cock and he nearly loses himself. He pulls back just enough to watch her, or what he can see in this damned darkness. His hand leaves her leg to come up and cup her cheek as lovingly as he can in his harried state, addressing her with a breathless voice.]
That's it. Beautiful...beautiful...
[Seconds pass in seemingly no time at all and Clive feels his body tense and approach his own precipice. He can't stop. He can't stop, but he has to know one thing, even as all eloquence of language leaves him.]
Jill... Where...
[It's her choice where he comes undone. Clive will follow whatever order she gives him. Always.]
[She still felt like she was seeing stars, her walls gripping his cock as he thrust harder, faster, into her over and over. Her body felt over sensitive and he practically ripped obscene moans out of her as the sounds of their lovemaking and the creaking bed filled her ears. She was barely aware of his praises as he fucked her - there was no other word for it.
Sweat clung to their skin and she closed her eyes, trying to force herself to think clearly. The feeling of his cock stretching her, his hips pressing roughly against hers over and over was so distracting but she knew logically that he shouldn’t release inside. It was too risky. She didn’t know that there was any sort of preventative.]
Not inside… mm.
[She loosens her thighs that are wrapped around him, her breathing heavy as he rocks his hips rhythmically against hers. Gods, she could die just to feel him keep filling her up like this.]
[Clive would be lying to himself if he didn't want to spill inside of her, but he keeps that to himself. She's being smart about this while he's devolving into impulse and primal urges, so he can't blame her. He's grateful, honestly. She always was more level-headed than him.
But now he's left with mere moments to honor her request. He can't resist a couple more thrusts, but then he pulls out and grasps himself, leaning back on his other hand. It doesn't take more than a few strokes before he's groaning, hot streaks of white hitting his stomach and chest, and then spilling onto his hand. The orgasm leaves him tense for a few moments, his hand gingerly moving up and down to ease himself back to some form of consciousness.
Clive sits up again when he's ready, his heart still pounding in his chest and his breathing hard. He'll be exhausted soon enough, but before he worries about himself, he looks back to Jill. How she's feeling is just as important, if not more so. Clive reaches out and rubs her leg with his clean hand, up and down her thigh.]
[She was catching her breath while he pulled away and got himself off. Curiosity would have gotten the better of her, were the idea of just watching him touch himself not so embarrassing. She does at least steal a look at his face as he orgasms. Before and after all of this - he is still strikingly beautiful in the vulnerability he lets almost no one see. When he sits up again to check on her, it felt probably more intimate and yet so simple at the same time.]
I'm not sure amazing is an adequate word. Though, I suppose now I understand what all the fuss was about.
[She smiles, reaching out for him to trace his neck and shoulder, her hand finally resting on his chest as she pushes herself up slightly to kiss him.]
[In the moment, Clive had thought nothing of embarrassment, only the need to reach his peak, which he did, of course. But now, as he steadily comes down from the high, he becomes all too aware of not only the sweat on his skin but his spend, as well. It's less for his own sake and more out of concern for Jill; after all, Clive's body has been graced with far worse in the past. His come is, at least, his own.
Still, when Jill answers him, he listens and even huffs out a little laugh.]
I'm glad, Jill.
[As she reaches for him, he leans closer to make it easier for her and gratefully accepts the kiss. There's no desperation on his end, now, their activities having slaked that thirst for now. No, Clive kisses her with adoration, with words he isn't quite brave enough to speak yet.]
I feel wonderful. You're the only person I want to feel this way with. The only one I feel I can.
[It feels nice, despite the sweat and the dull ache between her thighs that is foreign. It was worth it, of course. It had been a natural progression to want to kiss him and sleep with him. The sweat and the kiss marks were worth it, just to feel his lips against hers. His words reaffirm what she already had decided to be true: he is hers and she is his. It sounded like a sappy love novel, but it was the truth they had danced around for five years since reuniting.]
Good. I would have worried if you decided otherwise, but I know you.
[Smiling fondly, she brushes her fingers through his bangs, traces them in a caress along the stubble dusting his jaw.]
This is... a good sort of different. I don't want anyone else either. It's too bad we'll have to leave this bed in the morning, but I think I like having you just for this evening.
[Where Jill's hand goes, Clive leans into the touch, feeling unable to get enough of it. He smiles slightly and turns his head to kiss her fingertips.]
You do know me. Better than I know myself, I think.
[Clive trusts the Hideaway's inhabitants who are the pillars of their little community. Otto, Charon, Gav, Tomes, Blackthorne. Those who were with Cid before Clive reluctantly followed in those early days and who decided to throw in their gil with him in those rebuilding days following the fall of Drake's Head. Clive trusts them and knows he's left his mark on them, in turn, but Jill is different. She knows where he came from. She knows he's more than just the Imperial bearer Cid took a shine to. She knows he's more than just the man who currently wears Cid's legacy like a mantle.
Jill is indispensable.
He wants to lie down next to her or press his body flush to hers or simply just stay close, and Clive nearly does, but he remembers his current sticky state and breathes out. At the time it was the best idea, but now he has to deal with the aftermath. It's annoying, but he has no one to blame but himself.
Clive nips at one of her fingertips with his lips and pulls away.]
I'm afraid I've made a mess of myself. Give me a moment.
[It takes a great deal of resolve to extricate himself from between her legs, but Clive manages to slip off the bed. Before he goes searching for his shirt, however, he goes to the head of the bed and leans down to give Jill a quick kiss, lingering over her lips to speak quietly, his voice husky.]
Don't go anywhere.
[And then he's away again, searching in the dark for an article of clothing he tossed away without a second thought.
Jill may hear him mumble to himself, "Where the fuck did it go?"]
[His touch was everything. Even just the brush of his lips against her fingertips or his weight against her body. The lack of it was a disappointment, but then he asks her not to go anywhere and she obeys, her gaze following his movements in dim lighting. At his inquiry about his clothes, she debates attempting to find her shift. Her limbs still felt like jelly. Instead of rolling herself out of bed, she turns to her side and tucks her arm beneath her head while he searches.]
Mm. I find myself entirely unwilling to move from this spot, as it turns out.
[For lack of anything better to do, she smooths out the sheets, tugging the half on her side of the bed up to cover herself better with. It wasn't as if she didn't enjoy him seeing her, but it still felt new and surreal. Covering herself a little bit wouldn't hurt anything.]
[It takes a few moments, but he finds his discarded shirt. Good. Sitting on the foot of the bed, Clive wipes off his chest, stomach, and hands, making a mental note to prioritize that article when it comes to his laundry. Along with the sheets.
He's grateful to have had sex in a proper bed this time, but the thought crosses his mind that on the beach the only thing they had to wash was themselves. The sand he doesn't miss, however. That was pretty lousy.
When Jill speaks up, Clive glances over his shoulder to give her his attention, making out the vague shape of her facing him. It's a strange feeling for him, to be desired and not immediately shrug it off, due to a brand or general disinterest. Clive breathes out a little laugh, then goes back to taking care of himself. He replies while carefully wiping his rapidly softening length.]
I daren't ask what rake left you in such a condition.
[His body wiped down well enough for now, Clive drops his shirt back to the floor and crawls back up the bed to slide under his side of the sheets. He reaches over to slowly rub a hand along her arm.]
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Date: 2023-11-26 08:22 pm (UTC)Sex has hardly held the same allure for him as it has for his peers, from when he was a teen up until now. Then again, Clive never quite had the same liberties as other men. He always put his disinterest down to being busy with duty, then the tragedy of serving as a Branded, then taking care of an entire inherited community.
But then there's Jill. He can't imagine being with anyone else. Hell, the thought of staying in bed with her for an entire day sounds wonderful, despite the absurdity. Maybe she just has this effect on him. Maybe he's always wanted her and never realized it until much, much later.
What he knows for sure is it doesn't matter. They're here now, in his bed as they continue to build their pleasure. He touches her, rough palm moving up her side to cup a breast as he leans down to kiss and suckle at the other. Perfect. Just perfect.
He loses himself in her, in the movement of his hips, in the taste of her nipple under his tongue. But eventually he has to breathe properly and stay in the moment with Jill. He drags his lips away and up, kissing along the graceful column of her neck.]
I know. You have already done so much.
[His hand slips from her other breast to trail along her arm until he finds her hand, clasped in the sheet. He covers it with his own.]
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Date: 2023-11-28 07:21 pm (UTC)Dimly she was aware of the bed creaking, but it was hard to think of anything but his mouth on her throat and his voice in her ear. When his hand finds hers, she instinctively takes it, threading their fingers together. Her other hand tangles into his hair. Surely he would feel how her pulse quickened, her breath catching in her throat as he drew pleasure out of the both of them.]
Mm. I think you’re the one - [Tugging lightly on his hair- ] doing more right now.
[She was at his mercy, laying beneath him as he thrust into her over and over and she loved every second. She tried reciprocating, wrapping both legs around his hips and lifting her hips in time with his own. ]
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Date: 2023-12-01 12:40 am (UTC)And then she wraps her legs around his waist and that only pulls him in closer and he bottoms out inside of her. He groans against her neck, her beautiful and unmarked neck, and pauses in his movements to just exist, fully enveloped by her.]
Fuck, Jill.
[Just breathing against her skin isn't enough, anymore. Clive nuzzles her neck, but then opens his mouth to gently bite down on the flesh. Not to hurt, never to hurt her, but instead give them both a reminder that he was here.
Before he resumes his movements, Clive moves to rest his forehead against her own.]
I'm not going to last much longer.
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Date: 2023-12-01 04:41 am (UTC)Her hand squeezes his lightly as he rests his forehead to hers. Her hand tangled in his hair moved instantly to caress his cheek. Hungrily, she kisses him in response to his words. She wasn't going to last either. Just the feeling of his body against hers - inside of her - was enough to drive her near to lust filled madness. Having him closer and able to thrust more deeply has her nearly seeing stars, but it is his words about not lasting that push her.
Ah, yes. So this is what it feels like.
She had given herself to him so completely long before this, but she hadn't imagined this to be the best representation of letting one's self go. She was aware of him and of herself and yet when her orgasm hit, it felt as if she did see stars or the moment had become still and filled with joy. She loved each moment of this evening with him and this was the culmination of that.]
Clive- [Maybe she didn't want him to last much longer.]
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Date: 2023-12-01 06:40 am (UTC)And then Jill reaches hers and her walls tighten around his cock and he nearly loses himself. He pulls back just enough to watch her, or what he can see in this damned darkness. His hand leaves her leg to come up and cup her cheek as lovingly as he can in his harried state, addressing her with a breathless voice.]
That's it. Beautiful...beautiful...
[Seconds pass in seemingly no time at all and Clive feels his body tense and approach his own precipice. He can't stop. He can't stop, but he has to know one thing, even as all eloquence of language leaves him.]
Jill... Where...
[It's her choice where he comes undone. Clive will follow whatever order she gives him. Always.]
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Date: 2023-12-01 02:39 pm (UTC)Sweat clung to their skin and she closed her eyes, trying to force herself to think clearly. The feeling of his cock stretching her, his hips pressing roughly against hers over and over was so distracting but she knew logically that he shouldn’t release inside. It was too risky. She didn’t know that there was any sort of preventative.]
Not inside… mm.
[She loosens her thighs that are wrapped around him, her breathing heavy as he rocks his hips rhythmically against hers. Gods, she could die just to feel him keep filling her up like this.]
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Date: 2023-12-02 04:59 am (UTC)But now he's left with mere moments to honor her request. He can't resist a couple more thrusts, but then he pulls out and grasps himself, leaning back on his other hand. It doesn't take more than a few strokes before he's groaning, hot streaks of white hitting his stomach and chest, and then spilling onto his hand. The orgasm leaves him tense for a few moments, his hand gingerly moving up and down to ease himself back to some form of consciousness.
Clive sits up again when he's ready, his heart still pounding in his chest and his breathing hard. He'll be exhausted soon enough, but before he worries about himself, he looks back to Jill. How she's feeling is just as important, if not more so. Clive reaches out and rubs her leg with his clean hand, up and down her thigh.]
How are you feeling, My Lady?
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Date: 2023-12-02 05:30 am (UTC)I'm not sure amazing is an adequate word. Though, I suppose now I understand what all the fuss was about.
[She smiles, reaching out for him to trace his neck and shoulder, her hand finally resting on his chest as she pushes herself up slightly to kiss him.]
What about you? How are you feeling?
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Date: 2023-12-02 11:04 am (UTC)Still, when Jill answers him, he listens and even huffs out a little laugh.]
I'm glad, Jill.
[As she reaches for him, he leans closer to make it easier for her and gratefully accepts the kiss. There's no desperation on his end, now, their activities having slaked that thirst for now. No, Clive kisses her with adoration, with words he isn't quite brave enough to speak yet.]
I feel wonderful. You're the only person I want to feel this way with. The only one I feel I can.
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Date: 2023-12-10 08:17 am (UTC)Good. I would have worried if you decided otherwise, but I know you.
[Smiling fondly, she brushes her fingers through his bangs, traces them in a caress along the stubble dusting his jaw.]
This is... a good sort of different. I don't want anyone else either. It's too bad we'll have to leave this bed in the morning, but I think I like having you just for this evening.
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Date: 2023-12-14 04:55 am (UTC)You do know me. Better than I know myself, I think.
[Clive trusts the Hideaway's inhabitants who are the pillars of their little community. Otto, Charon, Gav, Tomes, Blackthorne. Those who were with Cid before Clive reluctantly followed in those early days and who decided to throw in their gil with him in those rebuilding days following the fall of Drake's Head. Clive trusts them and knows he's left his mark on them, in turn, but Jill is different. She knows where he came from. She knows he's more than just the Imperial bearer Cid took a shine to. She knows he's more than just the man who currently wears Cid's legacy like a mantle.
Jill is indispensable.
He wants to lie down next to her or press his body flush to hers or simply just stay close, and Clive nearly does, but he remembers his current sticky state and breathes out. At the time it was the best idea, but now he has to deal with the aftermath. It's annoying, but he has no one to blame but himself.
Clive nips at one of her fingertips with his lips and pulls away.]
I'm afraid I've made a mess of myself. Give me a moment.
[It takes a great deal of resolve to extricate himself from between her legs, but Clive manages to slip off the bed. Before he goes searching for his shirt, however, he goes to the head of the bed and leans down to give Jill a quick kiss, lingering over her lips to speak quietly, his voice husky.]
Don't go anywhere.
[And then he's away again, searching in the dark for an article of clothing he tossed away without a second thought.
Jill may hear him mumble to himself, "Where the fuck did it go?"]
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Date: 2023-12-26 04:23 am (UTC)Mm. I find myself entirely unwilling to move from this spot, as it turns out.
[For lack of anything better to do, she smooths out the sheets, tugging the half on her side of the bed up to cover herself better with. It wasn't as if she didn't enjoy him seeing her, but it still felt new and surreal. Covering herself a little bit wouldn't hurt anything.]
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Date: 2023-12-31 09:07 pm (UTC)He's grateful to have had sex in a proper bed this time, but the thought crosses his mind that on the beach the only thing they had to wash was themselves. The sand he doesn't miss, however. That was pretty lousy.
When Jill speaks up, Clive glances over his shoulder to give her his attention, making out the vague shape of her facing him. It's a strange feeling for him, to be desired and not immediately shrug it off, due to a brand or general disinterest. Clive breathes out a little laugh, then goes back to taking care of himself. He replies while carefully wiping his rapidly softening length.]
I daren't ask what rake left you in such a condition.
[His body wiped down well enough for now, Clive drops his shirt back to the floor and crawls back up the bed to slide under his side of the sheets. He reaches over to slowly rub a hand along her arm.]
But I hope you are not too uncomfortable.