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wardenofice) wrote2023-08-05 11:39 pm
wardenofice) wrote2023-08-05 11:39 pm
Jill/Clive - h/c meme 18+
[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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I don't mind doing it if it's for you.
[Lugging water halfway across this old airship and wearing his arms out isn't an inconvenience if it means Jill can have even this little bit of comfort. It's the least Clive can do, anyway, after the state he left her in.
As he keeps warming the water, he hears her shift from the bed, but stays focused on his task. At least, until he feels the heat of her body pressed against his back. A breath catches in his throat and he remembers how she acted similarly on the beach. Things are different now. Much more...physical, though his affection for her remains as strong as ever.
When the water starts to steam he pulls his hand back and rests it atop her own on his waist, giving it a little squeeze. Then he turns in her hold and tips her head up, pressing his lips to hers.]
You're welcome.
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Mm. You’re definitely spoiling me, I think.
[Holding onto one of his arms she sticks one foot into the steaming water, testing it carefully with her toes first. She adds her other foot a moment later and lowers herself into the tub, letting him go once she’s sure her unsteadily legs could support her.]
Hm. I’d ask if you could fit - just so you don’t have to worry about another trip but..
[Can we even keep our hands to ourselves? She looks up at him as her sentence trails off.]
Can this fit us both?
[She really is curious, even if it might be a terrible idea. It’s an amusing one too. Her eyes wander down and then upward from his torso to his face.]
You are rather large.
[Definitely amused by the idea.]
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[If drawing a bath is all Clive can do for her, then he is a sorry excuse for a gentleman. At least he does allow her to steady herself against his arm as she gets in the tub, only pulling away when she's submerged most of herself in the water.
Clive moves to fetch a bar of soap for Jill when she all but invites him to get in the bath, too. Of course, he wants to; staying close to Jill is the most appealing thing he could think of right now. But the tub is small and he is a solid man. He exhales and brings the soap with him as he plops down next to the tub.]
I'll bathe after you. Don't worry about me.
[Yes, using the same water. He's wiped himself questionably clean with far worse before and lived to tell the tale. Jill washing herself clean of sex - sex with Clive himself - doesn't fill him with disgust or make him grit his teeth at the idea.
If he were to squeeze in, it would be a tight fit and it's possible the water would be displaced so much that it goes to waste. Instead, Clive holds out the soap in his hand.]
I can...still help you, though. Wash your back, if you'd like.
[Or whatever she wants him to do, short of potentially causing a tub accident.]
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You almost make it sound as if I’ve been inconvenienced somehow. I was the one who came here.
[She does understand the sentiment, though. What she had experienced - what Imrann had put her through to make her his monster - wasn’t something she liked to think about. Still, being with Clive? That made all of that pain worth it. The love she felt for him - even if never voiced - had been worth it.
For a moment she just looks at him, lifting up a bit to lean in and kiss him.]
If you like, you could. I won’t say no.
[Moving her long hair to one shoulder, she sits back down in the tub and leans forward, hugging her legs and leaving her back exposed to him.]
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His smile falls a little as his voice softens.]
I know. I only wish I could give you more. Give you better. Life here is better than in some places, but we are still scraping by most of the time.
[When he lifts his head and looks at her again, he's met with a kiss. And even after what they've done, Clive finds that the act steals his breath for a moment. The simplest thing and he is reduced to this.
It only lasts a moment before he gets a hold of himself again. Jill has given him permission to be a part of her bath if he isn't going to actually join her and helpfully bares her back. Right.
Before he does so, however, he tugs his shirt back off and tosses it behind him, where it lands with a quiet whump. He'll deal with it later. Moving to kneel behind her, he cups his hands in the water and pours it over one shoulder, then the other, and down the middle of her back until her skin is wet. He takes the bar of soap and wets it, as well, lathering up his hands. Gently, a little hesitantly, he presses his hands to her back and starts to smooth them over her skin.
There's no real strategy to his movements aside from trying to get what he can see soaped up and Jill will probably be able to tell. But it's not like he's ever done this for someone else before. And he's not trying to entice her for another round, so careful movements are employed so as not to reach around her sides too much and touch her breasts.
Despite very much wanting to, the boorish part of his mind tells him.
To distract himself, though, he tries to talk about something, anything.]
Have I ever told you that I like the color of your hair?
[...As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he grimaces. Founder, that sounds so stupid.]
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[She can feel the nervous energy rolling off of him and nearly tells him that it’s fine, that she won’t push him for anything he isn’t comfortable with.
Then she feels him pouring water over her back.
Her breath catches when he adds the soap, closing her eyes as he touches her only makes it worse. Her heart beats a little faster as he touches her and his hands move to her sides. His words only barely distract her.]
I don’t think I’ve ever paid much attention to it. Yours, however… you’ve grown it out a bit.
[She can’t help her own embarrassment at her own fumbling attempt. She’s grown hers out too since they were children, obviously.]
Mine can sometimes get in the way. I don’t mind it though.
[She’s definitely distracted by his hands. Founder, she hopes he can’t tell.]
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Obviously, they've both grown their hair out since they were children. Clive continues to let his go, though he trims it when it gets to be a nuisance. It's nothing really fitting of the Rosfield name, but that's so far down on his list of priorities that he hardly ever thinks about it.
Jill, on the other hand, always looks like she could walk into any castle or palace and fit right in. She possesses a natural elegance, no matter how she may style her hair, Clive thinks.]
It suits you.
[Satisfied with his work, he submerges his hands in the water to rinse them of the excess soap before cupping more water to pour over her skin again. It takes a little longer to wash the soap off and as time wears on, he grows more comfortable rubbing his hands along her back. It's certainly nothing he dislikes.
...Clive thinks he would like to do this for as long as the night lasts.
Instead, he gives her back one more cursory rinse, if a little slower than necessary, and then exhales.]
Would you...like me to continue?
[He clears his throat.]
Ah...I'm not trying to be funny.
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Her train of thought is broken when he asks if she wants him to continue. Her mouth suddenly feels dry. He said that he wasn’t trying to be funny, but the feeling of his hands on her at all was difficult to be unaffected by even if she wanted to go no further than that at the moment.
He was already doing a thorough job of cleaning her back. It was reasonable that she let him continue, wasn’t it? He will be touching her chest, of course. The thought made the butterflies that much worse. After a moment she nods in answer and unfolds her legs, staring down at the now somewhat soapy water. ]
Like this? Or do you want me to turn around?
[Which ever way, it didn’t matter. She just hoped her body would not react. Founder, that would be embarrassing. She also wonders if it’s better that she stay turned away from him, despite asking. He wouldn’t see her face if anything embarrassing did happen.]
I know… I know you’re not trying to be funny.
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[It will be easier to reach her that way from where he still sits, behind. And, since he's already offered to do this, he gets to it, though he focuses on one of her arms first.]
If my presence becomes too much, tell me. I won't be offended.
[Like with her back, Clive rubs his soapy hands along her arm, down from the top and lifting it out of the water to continue along her forearm and along her hand and fingers. Then he lowers her arm back into the water and rinses the soap off.
Once that's done, he shifts a little behind her and, on his way to her other side, leans forward to press a light kiss to the base of her neck.]
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No, you could never be too much.
[She bites her bottom lip and when his fingers find hers, she laces them for a moment before letting go so that her hand can go back into the water. When he moves on, the feeling of his mouth on her skin draws a sharp intake from her.]
I don't think I've ever been pampered so much like this. Maybe I should do the same for you?
[She laughs a bit, wanting very much to run her fingers through his hair if he kept kissing her neck like that. It's too soon for that. She has to remind herself. The ache between her thighs was a good reminder. It was still somewhat embarrassing, thinking back on it. They hadn't exactly been quiet.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]