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[noburden]

The past does factor into that, she feels, but she's reluctant to tarnish a sweet moment when they've already said their parts. Instead, she smiles and nuzzles the underside of his jaw.

"What do we do next, Clive?"

[rosarianoath]

He lets himself feel relief the longer she settles in.

“Today? Or in the greater picture?”

[noburden]

"Both, ideally. I want to hear your plans," she says. "Knowing that all I request is that we're together."

It's been a bumpy morning but she still wants to spend the day with him.

[rosarianoath]

“Perhaps we… go see a film?” He suggests. “And then we walk to a nice dinner somewhere, since the weather is kinder…”

[noburden]

"... or..." Jill begins, looking to him. Not a terrible idea, but she may have better. If he's agreeable.

[rosarianoath]

“Or what, my love?”

He runs a hand over the back of her head.

[noburden]

"Or, we spend the day outside. We can watch something tomorrow. I want to be under the sun with you."

He looks best with the light on his hair and the warmth tanning his skin. It's not quite summer, of course, but he runs hot, anyway.

[rosarianoath]

“I do so love to see the sun,” he murmurs. “What about a picnic?”

[noburden]

"A picnic sounds wonderful. What will you prepare for us?"

Gentle and loving as she is with him, she likes giving him a fright even now and then, too.

[rosarianoath]

He chuckles, nearly out of disbelief.

“The finest takeout a man could buy, carefully packaged to look like it came from our own kitchen,” he says. “It’s that or I roast up some beef or a coney over a spit in the backyard.”

[noburden]

Jill pats his chest with an amused smile. Never to fear. She's already got a menu planned of sandwiches and leftovers.

"We have plenty food here to take," she assures him, but there seems to be no urgency on her end to get up to get ready as she snuggles into him again. "I wouldn't make you do so much work for something that was my idea, after all."

[rosarianoath]

“I would do anything for you, but I confess I would hesitate to make you eat my cooking,” he says, closing his eyes comfortably as she pats him.

[noburden]

"Oh, I would hesitate to eat it."

Just because he's willing to do anything for her doesn't mean he should.

[rosarianoath]

“Good,” he says. “It’s not fit to eat!”

[noburden]

"Were you able to make edible meals, you'd have less need for me. We can't have that," she teases. Oh, he's fully capable of taking care of himself, but their standard of living has increased since coming to the city.

[rosarianoath]

“I need you for a great many more things than cooking, my love,” he says, and he gently rolls them over, pressing her into the sheets and weighing her down with his body. He sighs contentedly. “I need you to tell me when I’m being a fool.”

[noburden]

She hums, pleased with his weight on her, and runs the fingers of both hands through his hair. She's gives him a gentle scratching.

"You're not often foolish," she promises. "You've always had a good head and a good heart, Clive."

Just that when he is a fool, he goes all out.

[rosarianoath]

He closes his eyes briefly, leaning into the scrub of her fingers like a dog.

“I save my foolish moments for special occasions,” he says. “My heart remains good because of your good heart.

[noburden]

"Give yourself more credit. You would be good even without me," she says, continuing to scratch her big puppydog of a lover. "I only make sure you take care of yourself."

[rosarianoath]

"Perhaps I would be," he concedes, and he breathes out comfortably, weight settling even heavier on her. "Though I do think you need more credit, as well. I would not be here at all without you."

[noburden]

"Do you really wish to do this?" She teases, giving his hair a playful tug. "You saved my life and gave me a home. I would not be here at all without you."

[rosarianoath]

He hums under his breath.

"This is the one battle against you I will win," he warns her, fondly. "I only made it a home because of you."

[noburden]

"Hmm. We will just have to agree to disagree," she says with another gentle yank. "But I'm more right than you are."

[rosarianoath]

"You're not," he murmurs, right into the side of her neck, which he proceeds to kiss, small and peppered at first and then with an open mouth.

[noburden]

His beard makes her squirm with a giggle.

"I am! And trying to seduce me doesn't change that," she warns, voice fond. But there's no effort to get away--not that she could, under his weight.