wardenofice | Jill/Clive

[Oh. Oh, she definitely noticed. When he speaks, asking her to stay, she almost couldn't form an answer. He was quite distracting - or at least another part of him besides his voice. His hands explore her hair and it does things to her too. He makes her feel beautiful and maybe even desirable, if their current predicament was any indication.

Gods, she could have just left it alone. She should have, but then he's asking that she stay and it makes her want to kiss him harder and her hips rock to meet his. Yes, Clive. She noticed. Sleep be damned, really. At least for the moment. Sleep could come to claim them after whatever this was between them was satisfied.]

Were you hoping I wouldn't notice, Lord Rosfield?

[She's teasing him with the way she calls him 'Lord', but not in a way that showed she was upset with him. It was an easy way, as it had always been with them when they were children. The were not children any longer, that much was clear. They were here in his bed, him half aroused and her with his shirt trying it's best not to fall off of her. It was putting up a valiant effort and he's lucky his night clothes aren't quite so tight or he might be more uncomfortable than he is right now.]

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[Jill is such a real Lady that Clive finds it a shame that she's never had something like this before. She deserves pampering and care.

Clive wonders what her life would have been like had his father never taken her from the North, from her own father. Surely she would have been cared for, though he cannot pretend to know how the Northern Tribes would have treated their own Dominant. Then again, anywhere would have been better than the Iron Kingdom. His heart breaks anew when he thinks of her captivity with those fiends. Thirteen years a prisoner.

Even longer, counting her time in Rosaria, really, even if she was treated well enough when they were all children. She never had a choice how she wanted to live.

Clive exhales against her skin, but keeps these thoughts to himself.
They're too upsetting for the kind of night they've shared. Moving on, he brushes a kiss against her shoulder.]

I would be happy to do this whenever you wished, but you need not feel obligated to do the same for me.

[He goes through the motions and cleans her other arm.]

As long as you are content, then I am content.

[Founder, she is so distracted by his kisses, trying to listen to his words. He’s making her stomach do flips. Unconsciously, her hand lifts from the water to gently run through the locks of his hair. Again, please. She can’t find the words to voice the thought.]

Mm. It would… give us an excuse to spend time together.

[Even her voice is breathless, distracted. She couldn’t get enough of his kisses or the attention he was giving her as he bathed her. It made her heart feel full that he wanted to show care for her.]

I think I’m very content right now.

[She bites her lip, closing her eyes to better focus on him washing her arm.]

[He stills when she reaches up to touch his hair, leaning ever so slightly into her hand. If she kept doing that, then Clive wouldn't mind at all.

It takes a second for her words to sink in, though, and he frowns at them. They don't need an excuse to spend time together. Everyone knows they're close - though to what extent Clive hasn't asked and he never intends to - so being around each other shouldn't be strange.

Instead of moving to clean her chest, Clive just looks at her in the moonlight. She's still so beautiful. She has been for years. He probably even knew it as a teenager, back when they still lived in Rosalith, that she would grow up to be one of the prettiest girls at court. He probably would have swallowed back his courage to do anything about it for a long time, too.

But not this time, even though he's already put his feelings out there. Raising a hand, he rests his fingertips against her cheek and gently nudges her face toward him. Then, without a word, he leans in and kisses her again, slowly, his lips lingering as he basks in her warmth and allows himself this much.]

What is it…? [The staring raises questions and brings warmth to her face as she felt a little self conscious. She needn’t worry, of course.

Her breath hitches as he guides her into a kiss. Her hand moves from his hair to his jaw. She relaxes into the kiss, just enjoying the moment; his hand on her cheek, the stubble on his chin where her fingers touched him, the softness of his lips on hers was racing through her thoughts as she deepens the kiss.

She never dreamed that they could be like this, never entertained the idea when they were young. Just being close to him made her heart skip a beat. For a second she comes up for air to simply leaves lingering kisses on his cheek and his jaw before finding his lips again to deepen the kiss.]

Jill/Clive - h/c meme 18+

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