rosarianoath

[The memory of having missed becoming monster chow by a hair makes the corners of his mouth twist pridefully.]

Fine.

[He fits a hand under her calves to lift her legs just enough to make space to sit on the couch with her, setting them down in his lap. He reaches for the remote.]

What has you wanting to watch a movie at this hour?

[She soaks up his proximity like a sponge.]

I don't know. What hour is appropriate for pornography?

[Her libido didn't get the memo.]

[He glances at her, now bathed in the light of the TV’s neutral screen. Blue highlights on her silvery hair. His palm glides along her ankle, through the blanket.]

It’s all the same, I suppose.

[He turns on the dvd player. The menu comes to life: a woman’s thonged ass swaying for the camera.]

[Her eyebrows lift. She's sure it's some combination of pose and angle and the thong, but that woman's ass looks impossibly massive.

She glances at Clive. Is this appealing to him?]

I've never watched anything like this before.

[Has he?]

[His gaze stays on the screen long enough to press play, and then moves to her. It’s not a question, it doesn’t get an answer.]

I’m under the impression women don’t usually care for it.

I wonder why that is.

[She supposes there's one way to find out.]

I know I enjoy the act I imagine we'll witness.

[There's a small smile on her face as she looks at him. She's over being sore.]

[He thinks it’s because the woman on the screen behaves in a way only paid women do, but he just smiles vaguely, hand roving over her hip.]

I’m glad you did. I liked doing it.

[She glances at the screen. A man and woman are talking. Is there... a plot? Jill's surprised.]

Perhaps we'll be inspired.

[His hand is close enough for her to touch, fingertips brushing his knuckles.]

Perhaps.

[His attention is drawn to her touch, and he shifts towards her, leaning into her space. He makes to sidle in behind her, to spoon her on the couch.]

Move over.

[Jill's smile grows and she scoots over to make room for him. The blanket is tossed to the floor--it will be warm enough with Clive behind her.

She makes sure to fit her ass to his groin.]

Comfortable?

[He hums his agreement, putting an arm around her middle and settling in with his face laid with hers, comfortable together. On the screen, the woman shimmies off her thong, looking over her shoulder seductively.]

I promise not to fall asleep.

I've heard that before.

[Said warmly. She likes seeing hin sleep, truth be told.]

Besides, it seems as if 'Ashley' has a plan for... this man.

[She missed the name. Oh well. Jill hums thoughtfully as Ashley bends all the way down to pull her thong down to her ankles.]

I can’t miss this, now, can I?

[His hand roves up to rest on her chest, palm against her skin, wrist laid in her cleavage.]

[He's already distracting her. Jill hugs his arm to her, not wanting to voice that she could fall right back to sleep in his arms.]

I think the washing machine ate the thong I tried to wear.

[Such a tiny piece of fabric didn't stand a chance.]

[He chuckles under his breath, a rumble through her back.]

Nonsense business, “panties.” Just a way to sell scrap fabrics.

That style especially. I felt like it would be lost inside me if I bent the wrong way.

[Ashley seems to not have that problem as she approaches the man in the film and starts rubbing her hands all over him. The camera is awfully focused on her.]

It has been a privilege to undress you, but it’s best just to go without.

[He tilts his body against her pointedly, groin against her ass.]

[She laughs.]

I see. I've been adhering to the rules, you know.

[There's nothing under her nightgown.]

I know. I felt you, just now.

[He nuzzles against her again.]

You didn’t have to take that seriously.

[She wonders if she could have just asked him to spoon her for the night.]

It's fun.

[And that's all it is between them. Fun. A release. Nothing serious.]

[It’s hard to know where he stands with her, where she wants him in her arms but not her business, but for now he remains grateful that he gets any of it.

His attention goes back to the screen: Ashley’s round hips and hairless cunt and the darker skin around her asshole. She traces a manicured fingertip around it, moaning comically.

Clive presses a brief and lazy kiss to the space behind Jill’s ear.]

[Suddenly Jill is very aware Clive has seen her asshole. Not just when he fucked it, but every time he's taken her. Does it look like that? Is that a thing to ask? She can feel her cheeks heat up.]

And this is a sequel, the box said...

[Ashley does not seem to have any concerns about being eased into anything.]

[Clive watches, only idly interested as long as he has Jill in his arms. It's a mild blessing that the fear of her jealousy keeps him from being too turned on, which would, no doubt, prompt her jealousy in the first place.]

Did you want to wait until we've seen the first?

[Porn has sequels but Sectary doesn't. Cruel world.]

I'm sure we can guess what happened in the first. I wonder if he left her feeling him for days as you did to me.

[Going up and down the stairs wasn't great, but she was pleased with the memory.]

Is that what she wanted, I wonder?

[His thumb idly passes across her skin.]

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