[Is it different? He feels to his bones an animal desire to keep her under him as long as it takes to leave her with child, and yet a revulsion at the idea of being her master. He murmurs, just off her lips:]
[Point taken. Jill moans into his mouth, finding a near-frantic rhythm with him, lips only leaving his when she needs to gasp for air. They aren't together, no, but she can at least give him the release of another climax.]
[And climax he does — it’s a big, throbbing affair, continuing to fuck her as he does, his come sliding messily out of her as he does, his grip on her tightening to the point of just squeezing her.
[If only he could have such bliss in every waking moment. Jill kisses her name off his lips before nuzzling his cheek with her nose, enjoying the sensation of Clive spent beneath her.]
If there's anything left in you, I will be thoroughly impressed.
[Her bed is soaked from sweat, the bath, their fluids... mostly his, she's sure.]
[He wants to protest — they have all night, and he wants to use it, but he does feel spent. He hums a reluctant agreement, one hand spanning up her back.]
I just need to rest… or, that part needs rest, at least.
[She hums, amused. She might need a little rest herself, lest she be made raw by his enthusiasm. She seems content to stay spread out on top of him, however, fingers moving to stroke his cheek.]
I've missed you.
[They've established that already, but she can't stop herself from saying it again.]
[He turns his head into her touch, mouth bumping against her palm. His eyes settle on hers, softening slightly, even if he doesn’t reply beyond kissing her hand. His grip on her with his other hand is tight, wanting to stay close.]
Sometimes I like to think there must be another Clive and Jill out there. Some other world where we stayed in that flower field. Or where we lived different lives altogether, but still found one another.
[He sighs — part content, part resigned to the tyranny of being one of a kind — and he shifts to take her into his arms fully and tuck her to his chest. He lays back into the bed, taking her with him, his embrace protective.]
[Her hand passes over his stomach, a need to touch his body. It's not what she would hope for, no, but this must be an improvement to how things have been the past few months.]
I'll take anything over nothing.
[Or maybe she's just like fuckstruck right now but she'll dwell on that later.]
[He could ask if she'd be truly happy with that, and if she's sure it wouldn't just bring her more strife in the end. He doesn't have answers for himself, however, and having barely just slid out of her, it's not the time. He presses his lips briefly to the top of her head.]
Good. I don't know that we can put this aside entirely another time...
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[It's different. She shifts so she can lean down and kiss him softly, lifting her hips so they can both enjoy the slow pull and push.]
Being yours was a comfort. I would welcome you to be my master, my lord, my anything. My everything.
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Mine to enjoy and love, not mine to possess.
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[And he does.]
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Clive has nothing more to say on that front. He just makes his point, fucking up into her and gripping her harder, his kiss near smothering.]
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He very nearly curses.]
Jill…
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If there's anything left in you, I will be thoroughly impressed.
[Her bed is soaked from sweat, the bath, their fluids... mostly his, she's sure.]
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I just need to rest… or, that part needs rest, at least.
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I've missed you.
[They've established that already, but she can't stop herself from saying it again.]
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Sometimes I like to think there must be another Clive and Jill out there. Some other world where we stayed in that flower field. Or where we lived different lives altogether, but still found one another.
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There is no one else like you in all creation. I’m sure of it.
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[And they can't just... be this.]
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It’s one for one, then?
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[She rests her head against him, comfortable.]
However that may look.
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It's no longer all or nothing, then?
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I'll take anything over nothing.
[Or maybe she's just like fuckstruck right now but she'll dwell on that later.]
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Good. I don't know that we can put this aside entirely another time...
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[They don't. He doesn't even have his basement, currently. Jill traces the line of his hip like she's done it a hundred times.]
Perhaps we let it be what it will be without expectation. I will live my life, and you will live yours.
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And if we happen to fall into bed together again...?
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[She can't really say that's all it is, with the blatant feelings involved.]
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And we don't bring other people here, out of respect for the other?
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[She bites her lip, debating.]
I never want to know. I'll never ask.
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I know. But you'll tell me if you find someone and it becomes serious, won't you?
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[She would never want it to happen.]
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