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Kiss me. Talk to me. Touch me. I've missed... everything, Clive. Being near to you. Feeling wanted by you.

[He may hold himself back in bed, but she feels as if she holds herself back in every passing conversation. Saying good afternoon, and not reaching for his hand. Noting when he leaves at unusual times and not wanting to know why that may be, for fear of learning who he spends his time with. Not knowing the details of his day to day as she might otherwise. Not wanting to ask too much.]

My heart is the only thing truly fragile, Clive.

[The pleaser in him wants to rush to assurances: he can do all those things. He can kiss her and put his hands all over her, he can press himself to her so tightly that his heartbeat alone could make her body tremble. His hands can live in hers, live spanning the surface of her flesh.

He just gropes down her body and lets his hands settle on her hips. His fingers dig in, gently at first, even more greedily, and he holds her flush with his lap. He promises, just a murmur in her ear:]

Then as long as we live together, like this… I’ll show you how much I want you.

[He’s hard again.]

[An erection against her ass is difficult to ignore, and the whisper in her ear makes her shiver. She loves him.]

I don't want you to hold back, Clive.

[His lips drift along the shell of her ear.]

Any time of day? Anywhere in this house?

Any time of day or night. As long as I'm alone, I'll want you.

[Please do not be horny when she has Dion over for tea and pastries.]

I'm yours to take where you find me.

[It doesn't have to be anything more than a fuck.]

[The thought of being able to have her like that feels like a balm on the sting of having no future together. The best he could get, more than he dreamed of being able to ask for.

He breathes heavily by her ear, just on the cusp of a groan, and a hand closes around her breast to squeeze.]

Then within the walls of this house, you aren’t to wear any smallclothes.

[She groans outright, hand sliding over his to encourage him to squeeze harder.]

I don't often. So many times when you'd talk to me in the kitchen, there was nothing...

Nothing stopping me from bending you against the counter’s edge.

[His grip on her tightens, his other hand slipping between her legs to cup her pussy.]

It’s for the best. All the pretty things you wash in my quarters —- I’d just tear them off.

[There's not much room with the two of them in the tub, but she mamages to part her thighs just a little more for his hand.]

You've looked?

[She hasn't exactly been hiding her collection of increasing frilly, sheer, and lacy things, but...]

Do you imagine how they'd look on me, Clive?

[He nods, a brush of his nose against her skin, and his fingers slip between her lips.]

Mere baubles on the most beautiful creature I’ve ever known.

[She breathes out a laugh, reaching back to touch damp fingers to his cheek.]

I'm glad I'm still pleasing to your eyes.

[He leans into that touch, even as he pins her body to his chest with his hands.]

More than pleasing. Your hips were sculpted to fit in my hands. Your legs to wrap around my waist.

Is that why I fit so well against you? I was made for you.

[She truly believed that, once. For now it's simply nice to play pretend.]

Our bodies long for one another.

[He shifts under her, a foot braces against the end of the tub, just to put more friction between their bodies, against the weight of the water surrounding them.]

The second we’re out of this bath, I’m going to remind you just how well we fit together.

[He turns his head to kiss her palm.]

Bend me over the bed.

[Since they're making demands and all.]

[He briefly sinks his teeth into the meat of her palm before kissing it again.]

You want my cock pressed to the deepest parts of you? Is that it?

[The press of his teeth makes her want to do the same. All she can do is take his hand from her breast and bring it to her mouth, drawing the pads of his fingertips to her lips where her tongue briefly teases them.]

It is. Fill me with every last drop you have, Clive. With your hands so firm on my hips they bruise.

So deep it’ll take days for the last of me to leak out of you. [His voice is low, hungry.] From places no other man could reach.

[He ventures to press two fingers past her lips.]

And you’ll keep me so drained there’ll be none for anyone else.

It's good I was never under any illusion that you were like most men.

[There's so much of him and she feels the greed rear up in her like never before. Her hips strain, wanting him inside her.]

You're mine.

And there are none like me.

[Impatience gets the best of him, and he puts those broad shoulders to work by lifting her off him, an arm still around her waist, so he can get them both to their feet and out of the tub.]

Bed. Now.

[Jill smiles, assertiveness adding fuel to the fire. She brushes her hand over his lower stomach, dangerously close to his cock while ignoring it completely, before obediently heading into the bedroom, body dripping wet still from their bath.]

[Tease.

Clive is hot on her heels, catching up with her at the foot of the bed. He puts a hand to the back of her neck —- her wet hair slick under his grip —- and he steers her firmly to her hands on the bed.]

[She'd only ever allow him to touch her like that. Under his hand, she hums softly as she does as he wants--but not without purposely pressing her ass back against his cock. Just an accident, of course.]

[He breathes in sharply as she presses back against him, and he responds by pressing back to her, pinning her right to the edge of the bed.]

And now I’m to have my way with you, hmm?

However you'd like.

[Her smile is audible.]

I've been making sure you're well fed so you can keep strong. Show me my efforts have paid off.

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