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[noburden]

"Happy with you? Yes," she says. "I like our letters. I like to think they make us more considerate of one another. I know you better than I did, and I hope you understand my heart better as well."

Even if she's only really just done the one.

[rosarianoath]

“I do know your heart better,” he says, and his hand settles on the back of her neck. “I’m glad we’ve started this.”

[noburden]

She's at ease in his hands, smile widening a touch. She's glad, too.

"You did this for us. It's difficult, but you did it anyway. And I hope you continue to do so, no matter where you lay your head at night." In her bed, their bed, the basement.

"It's just about been a year since we came here, hasn't it?"

[rosarianoath]

“About that,” he says. Thinking about it feels unpleasant in a way he’s grown used to, but he has to live with that. He strokes her hair with his thumb. “I could stay with you some evenings… if you’d like.”

[noburden]

"Of course I would," she tells him. "I miss you. You know that."

[rosarianoath]

I know," he says, but he has to ask. Doubt always slips in: she's happy, but happiness doesn't mean wanting more. "Tonight?"

[noburden]

"Please. Share the bed with me." If she sounds overeager, she doesn't care. It's how she feels.

[rosarianoath]

Her excitement registers easily, and he breaks out a sleepy smile, blinking slow and catlike.

"Alright," he says. "Tonight, then."

That said, there is a growing ridge in his boxers, and he leans into kiss her just so he can shift slightly –– and none too subtly –– so it lays against his belly before it sticks up too noticeably.

[noburden]

Jill smiles into the kiss, partly because no, that maneuver was not subtle.

"He can come, too. There's room for three."

[rosarianoath]

Clive gives a guilty little huff.

"We'll see if he shows up," he murmurs, just off her lips. She'll take it as a challenge. He knows she will. "And if he does... be patient with him. He's neglected his training."

[noburden]

"Has he?" She asks, a touch surprised. She already wants to kiss him again.

[rosarianoath]

Clive just nods.

"I've lacked the motivation."

[noburden]

Hearing that shouldn't make her feel relief, but it does.

"I see." Then, she offers, "I've been enjoying quiet days with the people I love most." Him, Joshua, Dion. Not much room in there for anything else.

[rosarianoath]

He thinks of Astarion –– how can he not? –– but he just nods again, and then sits forward so he can get both arms around her and bowl her over onto her back, right on top of the laundry draped on the couch seats.

[noburden]

Kissing vampires doesn't count.

Jill goes with a laugh--and grabs his face to press quick kisses wherever she can get them to land.

[rosarianoath]

He chuckles as she peppers his face, stilling just so she can get her fill. His hands drift down her sides and settle at her waist for only a moment, and then he pushes her knees to the side so he can lower himself down to pin her with his body.

[noburden]

Jill sighs when he pins her, content.

"Now what? You have me at your mercy, laid out on the laundry."

[rosarianoath]

"I sleep more," he says, nestling his face into the crook of her neck, letting his full weight sag into her.

[noburden]

There goes the rest of her wind. She huffs, happy.

"Me too, then. I've recovered my favorite blanket."

[rosarianoath]

He hums under his breath, willing himself to focus on the smell of her skin and the perfume on her hair, and not his half-hard cock pressed into the groove of her hip. With enough luck, it'll go, leave this moment without too much temptation.

"I'm yours to wear as you please."

[noburden]

"One of the things that brings me joy in this life is when you fall asleep on me. I like holding you." Silly, with how much bigger he is than her, but true. Her hands move up and down his sides, feeling him through his shirt.

[rosarianoath]

There’s a little twitch and shiver to his skin as her hands rove, and he stays nestled against her.

“I could never grow tired of being held…”

[noburden]

She loves that reaction, subtle as it is. She loves him. Her hands travel the same path again, up and down.

"I'd like to hold you more often, then. You always slip into bed behind me... but your place is against my chest, against my heart."

[rosarianoath]

"Perhaps we could be more equitable about that," he murmurs, "as long as I am not denied the opportunity to press against you from all sides."

And then the washing machine plays its little jingle, wet laundry sitting inside the drum.

[noburden]

"From all sides?" Jill echoes, teasing. And then she groans when the machine sounds. Terrible timing. She sighs and looks up at Clive, one hand slipping under his shirt to touch his skin.

"You're my favorite distraction." She forgot she's here to do laundry.