Since the moment we first met, you have always been an important part of me. The half that makes me whole. When times are darkest, you are my light. When I am lost, you are my guiding star. You are just what I need. You are all I need. You are the greatest gift.
New chapterrrr 14 is up, separate part below. We're at the tipping point of the enemies becoming something else. What better to kickstart that by running into reader masturbating?
Clive Rosfield x female reader, slightly nsfw because of the mentioned above.
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Perverted Old Man
It's been three weeks since your talk with Tomes. Gav has been carefully sparring with you, and you’re actually making progress. For as far as that is possible for someone with one arm. Besides that, the exercise is bringing back happy memories. Looking into the mirror this morning, you actually saw someone healthy. Eyes no longer sunken in your skull, and the training and moving around yielded a healthy set of muscles.
You're in a good mood, lazy smile on your face as your hand sinks into the hot water. You deserve the soothing water after a good workout and doing deliveries for Otto. Charon was kind enough to supply a cart. No one is here at this time in the afternoon. After plenty of good meals, your body is in good shape, and you don’t mind looking down at all. Droplets of water drip down your upper arms, strings of dampened water rising from the tub. Your hand slowly travels up to your chest, taking and softly squeezing each breast. The twinge in your stomach, warm shiver to your spine is a long forgotten sensation that now entertains. You smile, checking if no one is around before one hand goes low. It's been years since you last did this, letting your head fall back on the edge of the tub as you let your fingers do the work. Lazy circles down your clit as you sink further into the water. “..Hmm…” A warm blush creeps up your cheeks, hotter than the water you're in. A soft moan escapes your lips as your hips buckle at the right touch. You forgot how good this could feel, a moment of privacy and pleasure. Your toes curl after a few moments, orgasm long overdue, hitting you like a tidal wave.
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Clive was wondering if he could find you in the bathing chamber. He heard from Gav about the training improving and was eager to hear of your experience. Moreover, he felt the need to apologize for saying you were like his mother. It kept gnawing at him. He hadn’t seen you in a while, and curiosity got the best of him. Looking around your usual spots, he wasn't able to find you. He was in dire need of a bath too, his hair greasy and grime stuck to his skin after his mission. So two flies with one stone would be perfect for his busy schedule. He didn't expect to find you masturbating in the tub, however. The loud groan escaping your lips painted a dark blush on his cheeks. He sees your face contorted in ecstasy. The door falls closed behind him, alarming you of his presence. You both freeze, faces hot. A moment of silence before Clive scrapes his throat.
“You perverted old man.” Your eyes narrow at him as you look back at the entrance.
“We're about the same age.” He stutters in reply.
“Not denying the other part I see.” He fell right into that one. “You came looking for me?” You ask, completely down from your high.
“..I was here to take a bath actually.”
“Sure. In your armor?” You shift your body so you're facing him. Clive nods briefly. Since you weren't moving, he starts undressing himself. He didn't care if you stayed, that was the idea after all. So you could talk for a moment. To your amused surprise. He takes off his armor piece by piece, putting them neatly in a designated basket. His back is facing you when he takes off his shirt. Rippled back muscles reveal themselves to you, and you're intrigued. Sitting back against the edge to enjoy the view, seeing a few scars from there. He'll probably take the adjacent, main bath. You realize you’re staring, but you don’t care, hand comfortably on the wooden edge of the tub. He doesn't slow down in taking off his trousers, treating you like you're not there. He starts washing himself, sitting on a nearby stool, a towel over his privates.
“I can see you smile.” Clive comments, not looking your way.
“...What of it?”
“It looks good on you.” Your lips part. No words come. Are you smiling because of that or because of Clive? Either way, you have no crude joke to make here. He washes the grime and blood off his skin like it was the most mundane basic routine in the world. For you it’s watching an exotic monster in the wild. You’d not be seeing this anytime soon. “Coeurl got your tongue?” He taunts casually, rolling his tired shoulders. Clive stands up, clean and ready for his bath. You watch as he swiftly gets in the water, after removing his towel. At least you're nice enough not to stare. From the tub, you can stare down at him, but a glance suffices.
“Hah. Was just thinking if I should recommend masturbating in the tub to you. Perhaps you’ll smile too.” A late answer to his previous question. You're grinning. The tiny quirky smile on his face makes you swallow. What the fuck? I need to get out of here.
“Maybe I will.” Is all he replies, eyes ahead as he sinks lower into the water. He looks good. Couldn't deny that.
“Will you let me draw you sometime? I think I'd do a great job.” You blurt out.
“What?” The puzzled look from Clive should be obvious. You quickly bury your head to clean your face again. Scrub that delirious grin off your face. “...Are you okay?” He asks, turning towards you.
“...Yes.”
“Why would you want to draw me?” His expression is pure curiosity.
“Forget I said anything.” You say, looking ahead.
He chuckles. “You don’t hate me at all, do you?” He's hanging towards you now, chin resting on his folded arms on the bath's edge, looking up at you. You give him a sideways glance.
“I can draw your body just fine while hating you, you know.” You manage to say, crossing your arms. His smile fades slightly, but doesn't move. A sigh escapes your lips. “But no. I don’t hate you, Rosfield. Give it some more time, and I’ll start tolerating you, even.”
“Looking forward to it.” Clive muses. A silence falls where both of you gaze ahead. “..Listen,” Clive starts after a moment. You shuffle in the tub, turning to face him. “I apologize for when I said you were like my mother. And pushed you against the wall. It was uncalled for.” The sincere look on his face makes you swallow.
“...I apologize too.” You feel like you should. “My response was unnecessary. Everything I said before as well.” You hadn't been proud of that conversation. A small appreciative smile appears on Clive's face. Another moment of silence, the only sound of rippling water echoing in the chamber. You decide to get out. Your hand is getting wrinkly, and you're painfully awkward with those quick glances. Clive’s gaze follows you to his side as you stand to grab a towel.
“I’m okay with you drawing me.” He says. “You’ve done so before.” He says as your back is turned towards him. “If I can fetch herbs for Tarja and ingredients for Molly, I might as well pose for your drawing.” There's a wry smile on your face as you dry yourself off. So desperate to help.
“Alright. Let me know when you have time.”
“Where will I find you? I wouldn't want to run into you like this again.”
“You don’t? I think it's one of our better conversations.” You grin at your feet, wet strands of hair sticking to your face. You wrap the soft cotton towel around you after a quick dry off.
Clive's smile widens. The moment you leave the chamber, his hand goes below the surface to grip his stiff cock. The smile falters. The image of you painting him -naked?-, combined by drying yourself off in front of him, got him…hard. It was the smile. “Fuck.” He whispers, completely forgetting to talk about your training.
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