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I know, sweetheart. I know.

[The endearment is thoughtless, uninhibited. He lets her kiss him. He opens his mouth to her, kisses her like it could wring some measure of joy from either of their lives. He rocks his hips to her again, gentler. It’s the only restraint he can manage.]

[The whimper into his mouth could be from the movement or the endearment or both. He's a good man. He loves her. She loves him. But there's a wall she can't get past.

She sighs again, holding onto him.]

Use me. I want you to take your pleasure, Clive. Come inside me again, please. Once more.

[Before they should probably put an end to this.]

[Use her? He can’t deny that’s what he’s done tonight, but to have it laid bare stings.

But what the lady wants…

He nods, a terse little bob of his heads close to hers, and he picks up the pace as he resumes kissing her.]

[She kisses him as hard as she dares without fearing blood drawn from a tooth against a lip or tongue. She loves him, desperately. She needs him and he needs her and they both know it. That's what burns the most.]

I love you.

[A tiny gasp of words, but worth saying. She suspects they might not speak much after this night.]

[The words sink deep, and he’s coming in her before long, moaning directly into her mouth as he does. He loves her. He loves her. He loves her so much he wants to crush her into something tiny that he can keep on his person and protect jealously, and even coming in her now, he will not be able to keep her from men who could love her kinder and more openly than he does. ]

[It's a decidedly different sensation, him coming in her ass, but she's busy kissing him. Loving him. Hands in his hair and on his neck and his shoulders and mouth sealed to his.

She doesn't want to part in any way. Being apart has only ever been a mistake--doesn't he see that?]

[He lingers in her a moment, but not too long — he slips from her much easier than usual, and then settles on top of her like a blanket, albeit a very protective one. His arms wrap around her, the kiss lingering. Finally, he breaks off, just to breathe:]

Oh, Jill.

[Her arms go around him, too. She doesn't want to let go.]

Stay here tonight. Please.

[Just tonight. She's already buckled. What's some more hours of weakness?]

[He doesn’t even hesitate.]

Of course.

[But only for tonight. He sighs comfortably.]

I should draw you another bath.

[Only for tonight. She lets out a soft sigh of relief. Tonight, she can pretend.]

Only if you share it with me.

[He shifts, just enough to not be laying on her entirely. Better to nestle to her neck.]

Is there enough room for two?

There is.

[But she makes no move to get up, not wanting him to move in turn. She turns her face to breathe in the acent of his hair, his skin.

This has to be a dream.]

[He doesn’t move either, content in the aftermath to enjoy a thing he hasn’t had for months. Her heartbeat feels unchanged, like they never parted.]

I’ll go in a moment.

I'm in no hurry, Clive.

[There's an absolute mess between her legs and on the bed but she doesn't care. This is more important.

She shifts just enough to press her lips to his forehead, lingering.]

[Is it wrong to linger this way? He wonders what came over him that he’d push her around like this, even if she’d liked it well enough. All their well-maintained, meticulous boundaries…

But had they been so well maintained?

He sighs, sad now, but he holds her tighter. ]

[Something may be in the water, but had it been a normal day and Clive expressed such desire, she doesn't think she would have it in her to resist. She's nevwr stopped wanting him.

She knows that sigh. Her voice is soft when she speaks.]

Don't. [Feel sorry for it, she means. There's time for that in the morning.]

Just enjoy the now.

[Easier said than done, but he tries valiantly anyway, pressing a kiss to the edge of her jaw. He promises:]

I am.

[She kisses the bridge of his nose. She wonders if she can kiss every part of his face before morning.]

This is all I could ever want.

[Founder, he wishes he could always have this.]

Tonight, we live in a perfect world.

[Requiem might be as close to perfect as it will ever be. If all their loved ones were here, and she could have him always, she would consider it perfect.

Now, she simply finds herself hoping the sun never rises.]

I will only ever want you.

[He gives a low hum as he shifts on her, rolling onto his side so he can gaze at her, blue eyes intense.]

Whenever you say that, all I want to do is make love to you.

[It’s dangerous.]

[Very dangerous. Jill looks at him with a faint smile, face turned towards his, fingers tracing up and down his arm.]

You're all I ever could want.

[He just looks at her, expression softening, one hand reaching to cup her cheek and stroke it with his thumb.]

Let us bathe, then I’ll take you back to bed.

[Her eyes close as she savors the touch. How she's missed the warmth of his palm against her cheek.]

We'll see if I can walk.

[There's a faint but very much present ache between her legs.]

[He’d like to think she’s exaggerating, but he knows what he did. He keeps stroking her face, tenderly, and he leans in to briefly kiss her before pulling away to sit up.]

Just rest here a moment, then, while I fill the tub.

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