[ They were taking steps- baby steps- but steps nonetheless. No longer were the forced to standstill, unable to escape the cruel fate that had been bestowed upon them. The fate that had left Clive stranded on that beach and staring up at the moon, wondering if Jill could possibly see the same glistening moonlight. Whatever his outcome may have been upon those sandy shores no longer mattered... what mattered now was that he was here and he would waste no more time with the "what ifs".
They would finally take those baby steps hand in hand. Together. ]
Of course. [ He answers, already feeling rather lightheaded from just how breathless she made him. He wanted to stay like that forever, with her head pressed against his own, but there was certainly more time for that in their future. So while it will take him a moment to move from his spot, eventually the man will pick himself off from seat, ignoring the sudden weightlessness he felt in order to successfully cross the room to the hearth.
Producing a flame well enough to light the fireplace underneath was easy enough- a routine he would partially do in his sleep. Yet he was unsure whether the heat that clung to his cheeks was due to his proximity of the rising flames or something else entirely. It certainly didn't help he had a difficult time looking away from Jill as they worked together to prepare the tea. ]
I'm curious as to how you procured such an item. Fancied a trip to Naughtilust, perhaps? [ He'll question playfully before picking himself up in order to set out the plates on the table, all the while watching her with an ounce of curiosity. ]
[She's been around Clive long enough to know when he's watching her. It never feels creepy when Jill feels his eyes on her, and if she were to be asked, she welcomes it. For a man of gruff words, actions speak so much louder. His intense gaze protects her, reminds her that he finds something in her he can't tear his eyes away from. As she pours water into the kettle, all this puts a thought in Jill's mind, a quotes from a novel she recently finished from a scene where one character is advising the other in methods of temptation.
If they're going to look, give 'em something to look at.
Thus if there's a little extra curve of her hips as she makes her way over to the fire, then no one would blame Clive for taking notice of it.]
No, it's not from there. There was a mention of it on the board and it had people talking. Most of them had plans on selling the tea. Apparently it can fetch quite the hefty price.
[With the kettle filled, she bends over the hearth and places it down to boil. It's a quick movement, yet Jill remains bent at the waist for a few seconds longer. If one looks closely, there's a hint of something flirtatious in her eyes as she looks back at Clive. Easy for someone to overlook it for sure, but with her particular position, it seems almost she means to it to be caught.
[ If Clive meant to look away, even for half a second, the sight playing out before him would never allow him the moment.
Every time he would look at Jill it was as if he was looking at her for the first time. There was always something new (her new scent— still smelling of flowers and a crisp winter's evening, but now a mixture of tea leaves and the sun), some little detail that he never caught on before (was her hair getting longer? did her eyes sparkle a little brighter?), and now this? This he knew was different.
Though he was indeed a man of little words the surprised lift of his brows when he noticed her ever so particular walk, or how she leaned over the hearth... Clive had to open his lips in order to make sure he was breathing.
He was so utterly captivated, he almost didn't want to wait for the tea to be fully brewed... ]
Hopefully it wasn't too much trouble, then.
[ Was it improper to stare? He does try to avert his gaze briefly with an almost sheepish chuckle, but through his messy bangs only peers back like a magnet. Forgive him, he's having a hard time trying to hide his smile. ]
[That's not quite true. She ran into many a prying eye and just as many questions, but Jill isn't about to bring those people into a room she wants to keep to her and Clive only.
Speaking of eyes, it seems like following the book's advice is working in Jill's favor. She stands up straight moving to lean against the wall next to the hearth, leaving plenty of space between them. This is purposefully done because Jill doesn't trust herself to wait for the tea if she gets any closer to him.]
You're staring.
[But much like he teased her earlier, she returns the favor to him. The smirk playing at her lips says as much and says many more things like how she does not mind having his gaze trapped on her. If anything, he is the only man she ever wants looking at her. Like this. Like in any way. Forever.
Watching him as intently as he's watching her, she can see him waging that internal battle of whether to look away or not. Politeness may have won out for a second, but it falls back in the face of Clive and that boyish smile of his, the one that makes her heart skip a beat every time.]
[ ... Oh Founder. He had never prayed before, but if there was one small prayer that passed through his mind in that moment, it was that the tea would magically brew itself.
Clive's body reacts at the command— a sudden stiffness in his limbs as his shoulders straightened and chin lifting to fully match her gaze. But he's smiling. That same boyish smile that no one had witnessed in many years. He was content, warm, and happy with Jill's sudden assertiveness and it made the churning in his stomach unstoppable.
The space between them was beginning to become unbearable. ]
Of course, my lady. [ The playfulness in his tone remained, and Clive had to preoccupy his hands placing them over his thighs in order to prevent himself from moving. ] Would that I never have to look away from you again.
[Jill believes in fate and the universe enough to pray for the both of them and she'd be a liar if the thought of imploring the gods for a way to make the water boil faster didn't just cross her mind.
With Clive being a man of few words sometimes, she's learned to read his body language as well as she's learned to devour her romance novels. The way his shoulders straighten up and he poses to fly right tells Jill that this is a man who would not only do anything for her, but would do anything she told him to. The idea of having Clive at her beck and call, at their most intimate and private moments, spins a shiver down her spine.
Something to be explored sooner rather than later, perhaps.]
That sounds quite the lofty goal, my lord. Surely other things would demand your attention.
[And if those things know what's good for them, they'll be just fine with being ignored until the both of them are done with each other in whatever ways that may be.]
Certainly not at this moment, no. [ He seconds this with a shake of his head, but goodness was the air in the room almost making him become lightheaded.
To ease this, as well as a few other things, the man couldn't help but force himself upward and out of his seat. He nears the hearth slowly, all while never taking his eyes off of her. You know... to observe in this all to easy process of tea making.
Yet, at this very moment, it seemed like a two person job. He certainly couldn't sit around and let her do all the work, now could he? ]
Nor any other moment, for that matter. [ Perhaps there was something they could do in the meantime rather than twiddle their thumbs and let the tension raise? He couldn't help it, not with all the staring and teasing and Clive was never one to sit back and allow something to happen.
So with a gentle hand he'll raise it up to her cheek, quietly stroking the bangs out of her face before leaning down and delivering a single kiss to her lips. A sensation sweeter than any other treat accompanied by the tea, he thought. ]
[The tension is thick enough to be cut with either one of their blades. The heat that fills the room can certainly be blamed on the roaring hearth, but the warmth that Jill feels curling in the deepest part of her stomach cannot. It's a mixture of excitement and desire both as she watches him practically stalk towards her, eyes forever fixed on her as he promised. This man has a way of making her feel some kind of way when it's just the two of them, but she's certainly not complaining about that right now.
Jill says nothing in response to him, nothing but the sound of her breath catching short in her throat as his fingers gently brush away the unruly strands and a soft whimper as his lips press against hers. It's barely anything, just a simple kiss, but it's enough to break that godsforsaken pressure to behave until the tea is ready and more than enough to have her melting against him, hands coming up to grip his biceps in case he dares to leave her standing here with just this bit of affection.]
[ No force alive could keep him apart from her at this very moment. Even if the winds themselves crashed in or the waves gave way to a storm, her arms served as a steady anchor to keep him in place. Which, by all accounts, only offered to solidify his stance and remain ever grounded.
The sounds of her whimper was intoxicating, so much so that Clive wished for the opportunity to hear more of it. He loved the sound; every sigh, every inhale, every caught breath that took his own away... and he wished to hear more of it.
Dipping his head down further the man once again captured her lips onto his own. Yet rather than release right away he deepens it, pressing a bit of his own weight onto her in order to close the very little distance left between them. With his free hand he offer it around her waist, being an anchor to her as much as she was to him.
And he wasn't intending to let go anytime soon, not even as the sounds of a ready kettle began to sound off beside him. ]
[Those arms only last but so long as that anchor before she's shifting them along the length of his biceps, fingers tracing slow sensual lines. Though his demanding mouth is distracting her from fully studying the lean muscle underneath the sleeves of his shirt (something she already has memorized but a little more research never hurt anybody), Jill still takes the time to explore the way his skin radiates pure warmth against her cool palms. Fire and ice, they will forever be, but never shall she fear being burned. Clive is safety, devotion, and above all at this particular moment, he is passion and even with the tea kettle's shrill shriek being ignored, Jill hopes to drown in that feeling tonight.
Allowing him to crowd her, Jill presses back against the wall behind her, ignoring how the bricks' edges dig into her skin. She doesn't dare move away from him, lest his lips leave hers right when she parts her own, granting silent permission to do what he wishes. Though after a moment, Jill is no longer the woman who hemmed and hawed over discussing their intimacy a few minutes ago, not with how she suddenly decides to take control of things and nips lightly at his lower lip with the edge of her teeth. Not hard enough to break flesh, but firm enough to signal how greedy her mouth can be when Clive is involved.]
[ The heat slowly encapsuling and filling within these wooden walls was not due to the steady fire or heated brew, but by something much deeper. Something that had been buried underneath the grime of an uncertain past. Yet as the layers are being wiped away something new, polished, perfect was lying there all along.
The sudden assertive behavior that Jill displayed just moments before and even now justifiably has Clive practically melting into her arms. He's no longer in control of his motions or sounds as evident of the quiet noise he makes from the back of his throat. It's a pleasurable one— somewhere nestled between a hum and an eager gasp. But it's a good sign. A sign he was allowed to carefully, but assertively, reciprocate the passion they both so desperately desired from one another.
So with her back against the wall and allowing no more room to move closer to her than he possibly could, Clive briefly releases his pull from her lips if only to begin laying soft, intimate kisses upon her cheek. He doesn't seem to be stopping or slowing down though, as those kisses move from her cheek to her lower jawline, and even further down and back still until they reach just underneath her hairline. Each kiss becoming more desperate and demanding than the last.
With both hands to her waist he moves them up slightly, delicately moving his fingers through the tousle of fabric until they were able to cross over the hem line of her blouse. He doesn't do anything, not yet, but the eagerness of his fingertips would easily slide just under the line, revealing the smallest amount of flesh for his nails to caress against. ]
[The muscles of her belly tighten under his touch in anticipation as she lets her head fall back again the wall, giving him room to work his kisses down the column of her throat. Jill swallows deeply, wondering of he can feel how hard her pulse races under the thin skin there, though she no longer feels shame in showing just how he excites her. How he gets her body heated with every brush of his fingers, every press of his mouth against secret places others can barely see, every wordless sound he makes as her own hands tangle into his hair with ever the slightest pull to the strands.]
Clive...
[His name is both a prayer and a plea on her lips. For him not to stop, to continue his search of her bared skin, for him not to tease her when she needs to feel every part of him inside and out for she can never get enough of that.]
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[ They were taking steps- baby steps- but steps nonetheless. No longer were the forced to standstill, unable to escape the cruel fate that had been bestowed upon them. The fate that had left Clive stranded on that beach and staring up at the moon, wondering if Jill could possibly see the same glistening moonlight. Whatever his outcome may have been upon those sandy shores no longer mattered... what mattered now was that he was here and he would waste no more time with the "what ifs".
They would finally take those baby steps hand in hand. Together. ]
Of course. [ He answers, already feeling rather lightheaded from just how breathless she made him. He wanted to stay like that forever, with her head pressed against his own, but there was certainly more time for that in their future. So while it will take him a moment to move from his spot, eventually the man will pick himself off from seat, ignoring the sudden weightlessness he felt in order to successfully cross the room to the hearth.
Producing a flame well enough to light the fireplace underneath was easy enough- a routine he would partially do in his sleep. Yet he was unsure whether the heat that clung to his cheeks was due to his proximity of the rising flames or something else entirely. It certainly didn't help he had a difficult time looking away from Jill as they worked together to prepare the tea. ]
I'm curious as to how you procured such an item. Fancied a trip to Naughtilust, perhaps? [ He'll question playfully before picking himself up in order to set out the plates on the table, all the while watching her with an ounce of curiosity. ]
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If they're going to look, give 'em something to look at.
Thus if there's a little extra curve of her hips as she makes her way over to the fire, then no one would blame Clive for taking notice of it.]
No, it's not from there. There was a mention of it on the board and it had people talking. Most of them had plans on selling the tea. Apparently it can fetch quite the hefty price.
[With the kettle filled, she bends over the hearth and places it down to boil. It's a quick movement, yet Jill remains bent at the waist for a few seconds longer. If one looks closely, there's a hint of something flirtatious in her eyes as she looks back at Clive. Easy for someone to overlook it for sure, but with her particular position, it seems almost she means to it to be caught.
And she does.]
That was not where my intentions lied.
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Every time he would look at Jill it was as if he was looking at her for the first time. There was always something new (her new scent— still smelling of flowers and a crisp winter's evening, but now a mixture of tea leaves and the sun), some little detail that he never caught on before (was her hair getting longer? did her eyes sparkle a little brighter?), and now this? This he knew was different.
Though he was indeed a man of little words the surprised lift of his brows when he noticed her ever so particular walk, or how she leaned over the hearth... Clive had to open his lips in order to make sure he was breathing.
He was so utterly captivated, he almost didn't want to wait for the tea to be fully brewed... ]
Hopefully it wasn't too much trouble, then.
[ Was it improper to stare? He does try to avert his gaze briefly with an almost sheepish chuckle, but through his messy bangs only peers back like a magnet. Forgive him, he's having a hard time trying to hide his smile. ]
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[That's not quite true. She ran into many a prying eye and just as many questions, but Jill isn't about to bring those people into a room she wants to keep to her and Clive only.
Speaking of eyes, it seems like following the book's advice is working in Jill's favor. She stands up straight moving to lean against the wall next to the hearth, leaving plenty of space between them. This is purposefully done because Jill doesn't trust herself to wait for the tea if she gets any closer to him.]
You're staring.
[But much like he teased her earlier, she returns the favor to him. The smirk playing at her lips says as much and says many more things like how she does not mind having his gaze trapped on her. If anything, he is the only man she ever wants looking at her. Like this. Like in any way. Forever.
Watching him as intently as he's watching her, she can see him waging that internal battle of whether to look away or not. Politeness may have won out for a second, but it falls back in the face of Clive and that boyish smile of his, the one that makes her heart skip a beat every time.]
I didn't say to stop.
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Clive's body reacts at the command— a sudden stiffness in his limbs as his shoulders straightened and chin lifting to fully match her gaze. But he's smiling. That same boyish smile that no one had witnessed in many years. He was content, warm, and happy with Jill's sudden assertiveness and it made the churning in his stomach unstoppable.
The space between them was beginning to become unbearable. ]
Of course, my lady. [ The playfulness in his tone remained, and Clive had to preoccupy his hands placing them over his thighs in order to prevent himself from moving. ] Would that I never have to look away from you again.
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With Clive being a man of few words sometimes, she's learned to read his body language as well as she's learned to devour her romance novels. The way his shoulders straighten up and he poses to fly right tells Jill that this is a man who would not only do anything for her, but would do anything she told him to. The idea of having Clive at her beck and call, at their most intimate and private moments, spins a shiver down her spine.
Something to be explored sooner rather than later, perhaps.]
That sounds quite the lofty goal, my lord. Surely other things would demand your attention.
[And if those things know what's good for them, they'll be just fine with being ignored until the both of them are done with each other in whatever ways that may be.]
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To ease this, as well as a few other things, the man couldn't help but force himself upward and out of his seat. He nears the hearth slowly, all while never taking his eyes off of her. You know... to observe in this all to easy process of tea making.
Yet, at this very moment, it seemed like a two person job. He certainly couldn't sit around and let her do all the work, now could he? ]
Nor any other moment, for that matter. [ Perhaps there was something they could do in the meantime rather than twiddle their thumbs and let the tension raise? He couldn't help it, not with all the staring and teasing and Clive was never one to sit back and allow something to happen.
So with a gentle hand he'll raise it up to her cheek, quietly stroking the bangs out of her face before leaning down and delivering a single kiss to her lips. A sensation sweeter than any other treat accompanied by the tea, he thought. ]
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Jill says nothing in response to him, nothing but the sound of her breath catching short in her throat as his fingers gently brush away the unruly strands and a soft whimper as his lips press against hers. It's barely anything, just a simple kiss, but it's enough to break that godsforsaken pressure to behave until the tea is ready and more than enough to have her melting against him, hands coming up to grip his biceps in case he dares to leave her standing here with just this bit of affection.]
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The sounds of her whimper was intoxicating, so much so that Clive wished for the opportunity to hear more of it. He loved the sound; every sigh, every inhale, every caught breath that took his own away... and he wished to hear more of it.
Dipping his head down further the man once again captured her lips onto his own. Yet rather than release right away he deepens it, pressing a bit of his own weight onto her in order to close the very little distance left between them. With his free hand he offer it around her waist, being an anchor to her as much as she was to him.
And he wasn't intending to let go anytime soon, not even as the sounds of a ready kettle began to sound off beside him. ]
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Allowing him to crowd her, Jill presses back against the wall behind her, ignoring how the bricks' edges dig into her skin. She doesn't dare move away from him, lest his lips leave hers right when she parts her own, granting silent permission to do what he wishes. Though after a moment, Jill is no longer the woman who hemmed and hawed over discussing their intimacy a few minutes ago, not with how she suddenly decides to take control of things and nips lightly at his lower lip with the edge of her teeth. Not hard enough to break flesh, but firm enough to signal how greedy her mouth can be when Clive is involved.]
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The sudden assertive behavior that Jill displayed just moments before and even now justifiably has Clive practically melting into her arms. He's no longer in control of his motions or sounds as evident of the quiet noise he makes from the back of his throat. It's a pleasurable one— somewhere nestled between a hum and an eager gasp. But it's a good sign. A sign he was allowed to carefully, but assertively, reciprocate the passion they both so desperately desired from one another.
So with her back against the wall and allowing no more room to move closer to her than he possibly could, Clive briefly releases his pull from her lips if only to begin laying soft, intimate kisses upon her cheek. He doesn't seem to be stopping or slowing down though, as those kisses move from her cheek to her lower jawline, and even further down and back still until they reach just underneath her hairline. Each kiss becoming more desperate and demanding than the last.
With both hands to her waist he moves them up slightly, delicately moving his fingers through the tousle of fabric until they were able to cross over the hem line of her blouse. He doesn't do anything, not yet, but the eagerness of his fingertips would easily slide just under the line, revealing the smallest amount of flesh for his nails to caress against. ]
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Clive...
[His name is both a prayer and a plea on her lips. For him not to stop, to continue his search of her bared skin, for him not to tease her when she needs to feel every part of him inside and out for she can never get enough of that.]