[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: 2023-12-26 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.