Trial and Error

Rated: M

Chapter Summary: After the final battle with Ultima, so much has changed and Clive is finding it very hard to adjust to the more basic parts of life. Luckily for him, Jill is more than eager to help him out.

Enjoy some more random Clive x Jill PWP because I needed to write some Post-Game smut to make myself feel better about that ending. XD And my gosh, poor Clive, other than the absolutely soul-crushing loss of his brother he's also forced to live with the new affliction taking away the use of his left hand. So I need to write about him readjusting to life and that includes new troubles arising while being intimate with his lover. Luckily for him, Jill has a rather easy solution.

Enjoy. ;-3

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck. Sorry. 'm so sorry, Jill…" Clive grunted, using his remaining good hand to force his weight off of her.

Sweat lining his furrowed brow and cheeks ruddy, he pushed himself into a seated position between her spread thighs. The tip of his penis still nestled snugly inside of her damp channel.

Jill squeezed herself gently around that soft spongy head in an effort to bite back back any frustrations at how many times Clive had apologized tonight. No matter how many times she'd professed to the stubborn man that him putting most of his weight atop of her during lovemaking wasn't a problem, he vehemently disagreed.

With the curse taking his left hand and leaving it in its frozen state gave him little to no control when he would be thrusting atop her. The stone stiff hand would simply slip out from its position and before either knew it, he'd fallen atop her chest in a sweaty heap of apologies.

"I told you already, Clive, it's quite alright." she soothed, adjusting her hips and scooting down so his hardness would be nestled deeper inside of her. Jill sighed sinfully at the welcome intrusion, rutting her hips to penetrate herself on his thick cock. Pale hands smoothed in comforting caress across his heaving chest and she couldn't help but thumb his flat nipples into hardened nubs.

Clive groaned lowly at the sensation and Jill took it as a victory. Slim cool fingers skimming over the sparse hair on his sternum and under his bellybutton, tracing and lingering over the many scars, old and new, that etched their stories into the tapestry of his sun-kissed skin.

Yet even as she wrapped her legs tighter around his hips to press their bodies flush and she tried encouraging him to lay atop her to resume their lovemaking, Clive remained sitting on his haunches. Handsome face conflicted and displaying multiple emotions from unbridled pleasure to the stubborn furrow to his lips and brow she was sorely temped to kiss away.

Ignoring his hesitancy, Jill grasped at his hips, smoothing motions over the jut of his pelvic bone and slipping down further to gently tangle her fingertips into the patch of black wiry hair framing his cock and rubbing at the rigid base of his manhood. The organ twitching inside of her at her salacious attentions and Jill couldn't stop the gasp that left her lips when Clive suddenly thrust further inside her warmth. With her gentle love and coercion, Clive had begun curling over her yet when he began shifting his weight onto his hands, he suddenly pushed himself to sit back up again.

Jill bit back a frustrated curse as her core throbbed from the lack of friction.

Clive's eyes were so apologetic, face down-turned as he finally spoke, "No. I don't want to hurt you, Jill. I'm bloody terrified even if it would be a mere accident. This is supposed to be pleasurable and it's frustrating how easily I could hurt if you if I'm not careful," Clive grumbled, lifting up to stare at his stiffened hand with a bitter glare. "Damned blighted curse..." The frustration lining his brow and the threat of tears lingering in his eyes as he slammed the offending appendage against the ruffled bed sheets had her heart break.

Seeing her wonderful precious Clive hate any part of himself tore her soul to pieces.

Jill sat up with him still snug inside of her. Scooting closer until their hips were flush and public hair tangling together. "Now stop that. Clive, you're going listen to me once and for all." Reluctantly Clive met her eyes before she continued staring into those glistening dark blue gems and stating firmly, " You won't hurt me… You never have and you never will. The only thing that's hurting me is seeing that this is bothering you when it shouldn't be, love." Jill comforted, reaching to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pulling him towards her but before she could get close enough to kiss his sweet mouth, Clive easily slipped out from her hold.

A horribly sad look that didn't belong on such a beautiful face took over, "You don't understand, Jill. I can hurt you! I have! Did you forget what happened when I was hunting Shiva's Dominant? I could've killed you…"

"But you didn't!"

"I could have… If I didn't recognize you at the last moment, I would have…Oh, Founder…"

Jill let out a frustrated groan, "Clive, that was different and you know it. Besides, that was nearly 6 namedays ago! I forgave you the moment I knew it was you so don't use that as an excuse." Clive only appeared more miserable and Jill sighed, "Oh, my love, listen to me. the most damage you can do by landing upon me is perhaps a bruise. You aren't as heavy as you may believe. Torgal probably weighs more than you." she chuckled warmly, reaching forward to wrap her arms across his shoulders.

The dark-haired man bit his bottom lip, his eyes swirling in a sea of emotions before he looked away with a stubborn furrow on his brows. "Maybe… Maybe we shouldn't do this…" the self-loathing a heavy burden on his tongue.

Jill could handle it no longer. "That's bloody nonsense!"

"Jill…"

"Perhaps you're going about this issue in the wrong way. If you're worried about hurting me, perhaps merely a change of position is in order."

Clive's brows furrowed, "...what do you mean?"

Without giving Clive a second to change his mind or retaliate, Jill sat on her knees, mourning the loss of him inside her for only a moment before she pressed both her hands against his thick heaving chest.

Clive's cheeks turned crimson as he stared in barely-concealed bafflement. The shock overtaking that expression when Jill pushed Clive onto his back. The poor man having only use of one hand couldn't stop himself from landing like a felled tree against their rumpled white bed sheets. The dark-haired warrior sputtered, a kicked-puppy expression lacing his features only lasted a second before Jill climbed on him to sit flush atop his hips.

Mouth agape, Clive stared up at her in baffled awe.

Jill moaned softly. Clive's manhood hard and wet as its underside lay nestled perfectly between her parted folds. Unseen through dove colored down between her legs and only the thick tip of his cock head lay visible between their melded bodies. Reddened and wet as it rested against the bottom of his navel, a clear viscous fluid leaking from the tip as she felt it absolutely throb under the pressure of her gentle weight.

"There we go. Now you mustn't worry about landing on me now…" Confidence fading momentarily at his silence, she big her lip, "You don't mind this, right?" she asked, fingers splaying over his panting breast as she sat comfortably over his thick hips and muscled thighs.

Jill watched with bated breath as Clive looked from her face to where their privates meshed. His face an open book before he looked up at her as if she hung all the stars in the sky, "Not at all."

"Good. I wasn't planning on moving anyway," she flashed him a cheeky smile. Biting back any embarrassment and the burn of regret from how she knew all the ways men and women had sex. It wasn't from some courtesans book either, those 13 years of captivity made sure of it. Disgusting men who mindlessly spewed their twisted religion and its teachings seemingly had no qualms about laying with the Dominant who supposedly represented the blackest stain of sin in this realm. Using her kind nature against her to force her into sleep with them in order to save those children who had no way of defending themselves against their black hearts, wicked minds and lethal weapons.

It was only when the merciful Ice Queen Shiva awoke that Jill could truly defend herself and those who couldn't protect themselves…

Jill was sickened by the things she'd done in her past but knew none of it was of her own volition, only used as a means to protect the innocent. Yet she supposed very few of what she was forced to learn in those bowels of hell was at least somewhat paying off now.

None of that mattered now though, only the gorgeous man laying prone between her thighs.

Clive's dark lashes fluttered against his tanned cheek. The warmth of dark cobalt blue filled with love and lust in equal measure as he reached up towards her. His only remaining functional hand sliding so achingly tender across her face, palm so wonderfully tepid against her cheek. Skimming calloused fingers over her smooth skin and she shivered as they slipped down her sensitive throat. Their passage ending at her heaving breasts, his palm gently cupping her left teet, softly squeezing the sensitive flesh as his thumb brushed tenderly over her hardened nipple leaving her toes to curl against his muscular thigh.

"You're so beautiful…" he whispered reverently as his hand worshiped her body and Jill's hips rutted against the underside of his long girthy cock. Throwing her head back in a moan as she rubbed her swollen clit along the molten veiny length of him, her channel throbbing at the lack of anything to squeeze in its grasp.

Jill looked down at the man she loved. So overcome and overwhelmed with the unbridled emotions he brought out in her. Never did she even know it was possible to feel such love towards anyone, "So are you…" her words breathy and waning as she rutted like an animal in heat over him.

Clive's moans joined her own, only functional hand steady on her bare hip, thumb brushing against the pelvic bone. Jill let out a whimper of pleasure feeling his hardened hand resting against her thigh. The cool touch of his blighted hand against the molten warmth of the other had her nearing a precipice of pleasure almost immediately. The rush of euphoria that met her as her hips thrust frantically atop his own. The head of his cock brushing her clit over and over again as she rubbed herself on him just right until a spark of white bliss flashed behind her eyes.

Jill brokenly whispered his name up to the heavens before plummeting down.

Clive tensed under her, "Oh Jill…Milady." Clive muttered in utter reverence as he watched her come undone. Dark messy hair splayed against the white sheets, his bottom lip swollen from all the kisses they shared this evening as well as his teeth nearly biting a hole through it as he watched the euphoria ripple through her glistening pale flesh.

High of her sudden orgasm fading until it was a mere pool of warmth at the base of her spine, Jill peered down at Ifrit's Dominant.

From this position astride his hips, she felt more powerful now than she ever had controlling Shiva. Aware of just how much more wanted and seen right he made her feel, how he looked at her as if she was completely worthy of forgiveness and love and how Clive made her believe it for the first time in her existence. It was absolutely exhilarating.

"Clive…" she gasped his name, trembling hand reaching to grasp at the one he deemed a curse.

Pulling it towards herself, Clive put up the barest bit of resistance until she placed the stone cold hand between her heaving breasts. Lowering her head, she stared into Clive's awe-filled gaze as she kissed his knuckles, his stony fingertips and the unyielding palm to her wet lips. Covering what he considered a worthless defect with her unconditional love and open affection. Absolutely no part of him whatsoever was a blemish, ugly nor unwanted and she wanted to be certain he knew that to the depths of his wondrous soul.

The sparkle of tears filled Clive's eyes as well as her own as she reached for his functioning hand as well. Putting both the flesh and stone to cup both sides of her face, kissing and loving them both in equal measure much like the man himself. Clive was the very definition of conflict. His disgusting mother treating him as if he was nothing more than dirt upon her shoes. As kind as Edwin was to his son, Clive still felt the need to work himself ragged to even matter. The stubborn man risking his life needlessly and he still believed himself unworthy of any sort of affection, the pain his mother caused him stayed with him even after that wretched woman had taken the coward's way out of this life.

Jill needed Clive to know how precious he was to her, to Joshua who'd given his life so he could live, to all those in the Hideaway who would follow him to the ends of the realm if he merely suggested it.

If only Clive knew how much he meant to them all - especially her.

"Oh Jill…" he moaned brokenly.

Jill gently placed his hands on each of her hips. Heart hammering, she could wait no longer as she felt Clive's neglected cock throbbing for attention between her sodden folds. The way he trembled and wanted yet wouldn't outright ask had her moving. Not wanting, but desperately needing him inside of her right now, to feel the wonderful stretch of him inside of his girth in her depths, she pushed herself up on her knees.

Ever so gently, Jill grasped his mythril hard penis in her grip.

The organ as hot as Ifrit's flame compared to the coolness of her palms, the soft skin sliding over the firm center felt ever so marvelous in her hand. Stroking it a few times until Clive was a gasping mess, Jill finally turned his penis to poke upwards. Biting her lip in anticipation, Jill scooched forwards to hover over the organ. Moaning softly as the tip caught her sodden pulsating opening, the spongy head scarcely bridging her inner realm.

Clive gasped out her name at the sensation and Jill wasted no more time.

Positioning the reddened tip of his cock against her entrance, she ever so slowly began impaling herself onto him. "Ooh, Clive…" Jill gasped as the thick head of him sunk into her, languidly stretching her walls fluttering around his girth as she lowered onto him until that thick rod of molten flesh was finally buried up to the hilt. So deep was he that she swore she could feel the flared tip of him pressing against the opening of her womb.

The two lovers gasping in simultaneous ecstasy at the sensation of being joined as close as a man and woman could ever physically become.

Slowly, she adjusted to this new position that, as girthy as he was, made him feel even bigger. Heart pounding at the sheer intensity of their physical connection couldn't help but press her fingernails into the thick muscles of his chest creating half-moon indents in his flesh. Once adjusted, Jill found herself seeking out his eyes and when icy blue met deep ocean waves, she couldn't help but flash him a satisfied smile.

Arse resting comfortably against thickly muscled thighs, she reached forward to gently sweep her fingertips across the scars that covered the place his Bearers mark once resided. The skin darker than his natural parlor, she skimmed her touch over it and down his bearded jaw until she was back to cradling his head. Sweaty chests melded, foreheads brushing and her nose nuzzling against his, now as close as two beings could possibly be, Jill closed the nearly non-existent gap between them to fervently kiss those perfect pouty lips.

Clive moaned into the cavern of her mouth, his tongue thrusting between her parted teeth to press against her own much like how she was impaling herself on his shaft. Jill's heart skipped a beat as the finger's from Clive's flesh hand skimmed effortlessly through her loose silvery locks until he was cradling the back of her head. Mouth and tongue simply devouring every bit of sense left in her. Kissing her like a drowning man desperate to find a pocket of oxygen while lost in a flooded cavern.

It was as if he never wanted to stop…Jill prayed that he wouldn't.

Before long though, Jill broke the kiss as her lungs screamed in need for air. Shiva's Dominant staring at Clive's flushed face for a brief second before Jill closed the distance again. Instead of his slack mouth, she kissed the tip of his nose, his bearded jaw, the scars on his cheeks, his eyelids, her lips trailing across every stray mole and freckle on his face, caressing every perfect imperfection embedded into the tapestry of his skin with her mouth.

Clive groaned , tossing his head back to expose the length of his throat to her caring ministrations. Her hips moving of their own accord, the movement natural as she lost herself to the lovemaking. Her hips thrusting minutely from their comfortable perch, merely rocking over his body as she lost herself to the motions and the addicting taste of his molten flesh.

Losing any and all previous inhibitions, Jill latched back onto that sinfully plush mouth, kissing the man she loved with everything she had. Body completely melting into him as if the two hadn't already become one. Arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and the other cradling his head in place as she kissed him even as her lungs begged for a single breath of air. So lost was she in the sensation of his mouth and devilish tongue, she hadn't noticed the lack of substantial movement from her hips nor the furrow of sexual frustration and lust lining Clive's brow.

Ifrit's Dominant not being able to handle it any longer, Jill gasped when Clive's hand grasped onto her hip, the stony coolness of the other firm on her thigh. Before she could fully comprehend what Clive was planning, he'd planted his feet firmly against the bedding. Flesh hand pressing securely against her lower back to keep her still before he was completely unrestrained as he began pounding up into her.

Jill couldn't stop the scream of ecstasy from leeching from her kiss-swollen lips.

Clive's hips slamming up against hers as their bodies collided over and over again. The lewd slapping sounds of his hips meeting the flesh of her thighs and arse had the heat once again growing like wildfire in her throbbing loins. The guttural moans leaving their mouths in simultaneous unbridled passion reverberating against the slatted wooden ceiling with every powerful thrust. Not wanting to allow him complete control, Jill hunkered down, hips stuttering for only a second before joining and colliding against his in perfectly synced rhythmic motions.

The sensation of sprinting together towards the precipice was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

Amongst the incredible haze of the intoxicating combination of pure love and incredible lust fighting for dominance, Jill felt the familiar burn where their bodies met. The edge of ecstasy right on her tongue as she could scarcely focus on anything but the friction of their bodies meeting over and over in overwhelming bliss. Perhaps it was a combination of the heightened emotions and the powerful connection her and Clive shared. The unconditional love and knowing each other body and soul, inside and out. Her closest friend, confident and lover all in one perfect package was simply overwhelming every single other sensation.

The thick wiry hair of his cock brushed against her own dove thatch, the rigid base of his penis was slick with their combined essence as their hips met in a rhythmic dance. Jill moaned, leaning forward slightly, she let out a keening wail as the base of his penis and firm press of his hip met her clit in lewd slapping noises. The swollen nub throbbing every time she lowered herself to the hilt and all it took was a particularly rough thrust that had her falling off that edge.

"CLIVE!" Jill screamed as molten pleasure suffused over every single inch of her skin. Akin to a bolt of lightening sparking from the soles of her feet to the top of her head in wave after wave of utter euphoria.

Channel tightening and pulsating around his plunging dick, Clive's rhythm stuttered for only a second before speeding up as the friction in her fluttering channel had her wailing at the unbelievable pleasure of it all. The sound of slapping skin drowning out her stilted moans and mindless words of utter pleasure falling from her lips.

So lost in the sensation, Jill only registered a few more rough thrusts into her body before Clive went still and there was a sudden molten warmth pouring into the base of her spine. Jill whimpered as Clive came utterly undone with a long whining groan and her name whispered in reverence like the sweetest hymn from his mouth.

Akin to a puppet cut from its strings, Jill collapsed in a heap upon Clive's chest. The man not even letting out a grunt at her slight weight. Melded chests slick with a thin sheen of sweat as both their hearts pounded wildly together. A suffusion of pleasure had her seemingly melt against her love as this rhapsody waned than begin to fade into a hum of contentment.

"Oh Clive…" she couldn't help but utter into his sweaty throat, kissing his pulse.

Overcome with love, Jill kissed her way up his neck, Clive's jaw, nose brushing through his sweat-logged wispy raven locks as her lips made a trail from his mouth, cheeks, nose, eyes and forehead. Making sure to spend extra attention on all of the scars along her path. Feeling a bit cheeky, she even began nibbling at the Shield of Rosaria earring he'd worn since he was a child. His moan at the tender action making her chest vibrate. Jill licked a strip of sweat from his Adam's apple before making her way back until her lips met his in a heated kiss. A mash of mouths, teeth and tongue, more sloppy than their usual chaste kisses but by Founder, it felt wonderful to feel so free with the man she loved.

Breaking apart for air, they gasped.

Foreheads resting together as they shared the same breath in the curtain of her sweaty loose hair. Feeling as if they were the only two people on Storm, that nothing but pleasure and happiness existed in this small bubble of Paradise that Ultima nearly took away from both of them if it wasn't for Joshua's sacrifice.

Jill was suddenly overcome with emotion. Realizing at how easily she could have lost him that day. How every moment she spent with him since was so unbelievably precious and she wanted nothing more than to hoard these treasured moments like a dragon with her clutch of golden eggs. Never would she take a single second with Clive for granted ever again.

"I love you, Clive. So, so much." she confessed against his silken lips before she kissed him again.

"I know…" he uttered in response. His chuckle deep, the vibrations of it against her chest had her biting her lip as he restated the words she said that day he could have said his last goodbyes. A tear slipped down her cheek as Clive's fingers cradled the back of her head, long calloused fingers slipping through her sweaty locks as he whispered, "I love you too, Jill… More than you'll ever know."

And as Clive leaned forward to kiss her again, Jill could do little more than breathe a prayer of thankfulness against his lips, promising never to take even a single second with him for granted.