Crashing Waves

Rated: M

Story Summary: Surviving their brush with death in the Severed Sea, Jill decides she wants to share much more with Clive than the gift of Shiva's powers.

Yeah…Don't ask. These two are absolutely ruining my life and I love it. I'm still not done with the game but I'm getting nearer to the end - but I have seen the beach scene which inspired this pwp. Sorry, not sorry. XD

Also, this contains spoilers from late in the game, so if you don't want to know, stop reading and come back once you finish it.

Clive's lips were soft.

A strange thought to have when being kissed by your closest and dearest companion for the first time, but one that flooded her nonetheless.

Moist, warm and so much softer than Jill thought possible given his propensity for the barest hint of self-preservation and jumping into the fray with nary a bit of worry for the litany of scars strewn across the tapestry of his body…

One that was bare to her now.

This was by no means the first time she'd seen him (and him her) in such a state of undress. Traveling in such close quarters for those five years after Cid's death took any last vestiges of embarrassment or propriety away from both. Forced to become comfortable sharing small rooms, tents and even rubble with nary a hint of privacy to be found. Changing in close quarters and bathing together in rivers to the point where seeing the other's nudity didn't bother either of them in the slightest.

So the two thought nothing of it when realizing their clothes were soaked through to take them off and sit by the fire as naked as the day they were born…

Yet those instances were far different now that he was kissing her.

Jill's pale hands soaking in the warmth and suppleness of his skin, the scent of clean sweat, barest hint of musk and the flames of ash from Ifrit's flame only fueled the growing ache in her chest and loin. No, this was nothing like those frozen river baths, hiding her smile behind her hands as Clive desperately tried to wash a Morgol's bad breath attack off of poor sweet Torgal.

Clive's mouth suddenly left hers with a soft pop of moistened lips and the abrupt chill that brushed against her had her instantly chasing his warmth. Already addicted to the feeling of his plush mouth pressing against her own.

For so long she'd wanted this - wanted him - but it never seemed to be the right time.

Not until now.

Funny how she deemed now to be the time. Now that the world seemed to be coming to an end, nary on the brink of collapse. Unraveling its layers of darkened parchment infected with the stain of blight, ashetic, death and war that never seemed to end…

Insane how it took seeing Clive cut down so easily by Barnabas tearing something inside of her that she knew would never mend should he die. No, Clive needed to live and she was more than willing to die in his place. Ready to lay down her arms, her life, so Clive had even a single chance to be saved.

Jill was ready to accept her fate - but death didn't take her - Barnabas captured her as bait instead.

In the bowels of that wretched ship, Jill continued to fight. Stuck dirty and injured in that cell while those deplorable men tried to take advantage of her weakness until she cut them down. She'd rather die than allow another man to use her like they did for those thirteen years of unbearable hell. Barnabas mocking her, goading her into realizing the trap he was laying for them all. Jill would sooner turn her sword upon herself than to wait for her friends to fall into his snare, but Clive didn't give her that chance.

Regardless of his injuries, Clive came back to save her…

Brave wonderful Clive, always worried and protective of others since childhood yet showing such little regard for himself. Clive gave and gave some more - it was time for him to know he wasn't alone. It was time for her to give back to him…

So finally safe on that beach, Jill had given him Shiva's Powers yet the affection he was showing her now felt so paltry in comparison.

Lips still tingling from his kiss, warm breath and hands, thick callouses at the base of his fingers skimming over her bare back had a shiver leech up her spine. Fingertips leaving behind a tingling upon her skin like the power of ice he'd just absorbed from her very body.

"Clive…" her voice left in a whimper, nose buried in his throat as her arms wrapped even tighter around him.

"Jill. My lady…" he muttered the wonderful endearment he'd kept since their childhood. She shivered at his lips movement on her collarbone.

Clive pulled back suddenly, his dark blue eyes so concerned, so tender was the expression on his handsome face. "Are you alright? I know it's cold but, heh," he chuckled, his smile causing her chest to tighten as she was exposed to its radiance, "not much of a choice with sodden leather."

"I suppose not, but I'm actually not feeling a chill…" Jill smiled at him so sweetly, eagerly memorizing the look on his face before hugging him tightly once more. "No. I'm plenty warm with you here…"

Skin pressed so intimately against one another, arms strewn and tightening, heaving breasts pressed flat across his own as she melded all the closer to his encompassing warmth. Never before had she felt safer than completely unclothed and unarmed while resting within Clive's capable hands. Closing her eyes against the intensity, against the overwhelming emotions finally being skin to skin with the man she loved for a lifetime.

Nothing was guaranteed. Time waited for no man nor woman. She learned all too early in life how easily anyone could be torn away in the blink of an eye. No one, no even Mythos, was promised another day. But as she felt his heart beating against her breast, his molten breath so warm against her cheek where he rested his head upon her shoulder, she reveled in his life. In theirs. The fact that they may not have tomorrow, for no one is promised another day.

But they did have tonight…

This moment right now felt like another cusp in time. Another step toward the precipice of a cliff, standing at the edge and the decision to either pull back or take the plunge…

No more hesitation for Jill eagerly stepped off that edge.

Steeling her nerves, she pulled back from the embrace. Cold air tickling her skin as she cradled his handsome face in her palms. Dark beard was rough and the multiple scars scattered on his face were raised and slick but the skin between so painfully soft. The wispy ends of his raven hair tickled the backs of her fingertips as she took in the face of the man she knew so well and loved so much. The litany of scars all memorized to the point she could point out all the new ones he'd recently received to give him hell about them and she would in time…

…but not tonight…

Without another moment of hesitation, she leaned forward and kissed him.

Clive melted against her lips. All to eager to return her affections yet as the moments dragged on with merely the pressing of mouths, Jill hungered for more. Mouth opening against his own, she slipped her tongue between his lips. Sliding effortlessly across the smoothness of his teeth and finally into the molten warmth of his oral cavern to press eagerly against his own silken tongue.

Ifrit's Dominant shuddered bodily at the action and Jill hoped he understood her intentions without her having to say a word…

Thankfully, he did.

Clive's tongue tangled and danced with her own. Fire and ice melding in a peaceful pleasurable surrender as their hands that remained proper now wandered over the expanse of the others body. Touching and groping against places neither explored on the other all while their lips remained locked and their tongues heatedly engaged in a battle all their own.

Without any barriers of clothing to deter them, the two allowed all the pent up love and frustration guide their hands and bodies until it was only the raging maelstrom of emotions between them.

Over a decade of believing the other had been lost forever only to be reunited once more. To shoulder the weight of those five years after Cid's death - to rise from the ashes of their old lives to make another while still aching from all the loss and heartbreak they'd endured. Finding this abating strength by drawing it from the other - to finally discover true solace in this one stolen moment where they were at long last, alone and in love.

Neither were gonna waste it or take it for granted.

…Never again…

Back pressed against the grains of the sandy beach, a sudden whimpering sigh escaped Jill's parted kiss-swollen red lips when Clive first pushed inside of her.

Jill shivered at the sensation of their bodies joining, toes curling at the initial stretch of herself around his heavy warm girth. The feeling of fullness, of being as physically close to Clive as humanly possible was beyond words.

It was everything she'd ever wanted and so much more…

Clive grunted, a gasp leaving his lips while she moaned loudly and openly when he buried himself fully to the hilt. His cock so deep inside her that she felt the weight of his scrotum pulsating against her arse as both adjusted to the sensation of utter euphoria that encompassed both of them.

Jill shivered as he leaned down to kiss her neck. Chests heaving against the other as she adjusted to the welcomed intrusion, her tunnel fluttering around his penis as he remained so still inside of her.

"You alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?" the gorgeous man uttered against her throat. He was trembling, obviously overwhelmed himself as he lifted his face to peer at her. He looked so damned concerned that it had her smiling so wide at him.

"I never thought a smile could bring me so much joy…"

Jill shook her head as tears slipped down her face, "Not at all, love…" she whispered, leaning in to kiss those perfect lips before he could reply.

Clive eagerly kissed back. Rough warm hands exploring and caressing the pale skin of her body. Lips leaving her own to kiss her cheeks, chin and jaw, to kiss away her tears. It was then when she finally felt him begin to move. Hips scarcely pulling away from her own, barely pulling out an inch before plunging right back in. Both let out a gasp at the friction and nearly unbearable pleasure of their body's joining.

Jill was sodden between her thighs but any embarrassment she may have felt left quickly when it made it much easier for Clive to build up a steady rhythm. It felt all so natural, so easy to slip into making love that it almost overwhelmed them both.

Before too long, both of their skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Clive's form hovering over her own as he pressed his weight against her body as she lay on the soft sifting sand with thighs spread and arms wrapped tightly across his back. Thickly muscled arms keeping the majority of his weight off her much daintier form as he began thrusting in earnest.

The rhythmic press of his hips making a muffled slapping sound against the backs of her thighs. With every plunder, the brush of the front of his pelvis met her own where the thick black curls met her doven colored thatch. The pressure against her swollen clit and the thick head of his penis brushing just right inside of her inner chamber with another pounding thrust had her fingernails digging half moons into his thickly muscled back.

"Clive," she muttered his name like the sweetness of a prayer. For salvation or to beg for rescue from damnation she didn't know. All she knew was the joining of their bodies in carnal knowledge. The sensation of pleasure she knew very little of before now.

Before this moment, before giving her body and soul to Clive, she only ever categorized sex with pain.

The monsters who took her away from Rosaria broke her spirit, her body, her soul. The very essence of her being was given to protect those Bearer children. So easily had she given herself away - her body, her powers, her maidenhead. It meant nothing for those thirteen years for she feared the man she'd loved since she was a child was dead and he was the only one she'd given it to that would matter.

Yet as she felt Clive buried inside of her, it was as if her maidenhead broke for the first time. Giving herself to him, the only man she loved, the only man who mattered. As far as she was concerned, this was her first time and she was giving it to Clive as he was giving her his own…

Clive was trembling, hips falling out of rhythm as he lowered his head down to kiss at her breasts, lips suckling to her teet and she could do little more than whine at the action. Molten lips left one nipple to gently lap at the other and Jill writhed under his thick heavy body as her nipple covered in his spit hardened painfully at the chill in the air.

It was all so much yet not enough.

A burning wave was crashing against her, this ache that continued to grow between her legs unlike anything she'd ever felt. Sex had never been pleasurable before this moment and while it felt wonderful to feel the friction of his penis brushing the walls inside of her and revel in his closeness, this was another sensation altogether.

It was as frightening as it was exhilarating.

Jill uttered Clive's name against his sweaty throat. Eyes closing from the sheer euphoria melding with a nearly painful burning at the base of her pelvis where they were joined. So intense it was that her fingers began pulling at his sweaty raven locks and her legs trembled around his thrusting hips. She moaned and whined in bliss and agony yet like a sudden cascade of a wave hitting and breaking across the shore, it shattered completely when he firmly plunged in her depths once more, the base of his penis pressing firm against her clit.

White flashed behind her eyelids.

"CLIVE!" Jill screamed into the heavens as wave after wave of pleasure hit her like a tsunami. Her core involuntarily shuddering around his still thrusting manhood as she pulled Clive as tight as possible against her. Their sweat slicked skin melding as they held each other as if they let go the other would slip away into the aether.

Her legs locked around his waist, Clive let out a deep groan, "Jill" whispered over and over into the hollow of her throat as he too came undone. Hips quickly losing their rhythm as he sped up, stuttering only a moment before a warmth like Ifrit's fire pooled in her core and Clive thrust a few more times before going completely still.

Neither moved.

Their foreheads pressed together, they breathed, sharing the warm breath between them as they allowed the powerful sensations to wane and finally dissipate into the cool night air. It may have been minutes or hours that they stayed like that. Merely breathing, existing in this small space, this chasm of the barest hints of air between them.

Clive opened his eyes, black lashes fluttering against his cheek, his heaving chest calmer before he wordlessly lifted himself off her body.

Jill couldn't help but whimper softly as he slipped out of her, suddenly empty of that all-encompassing warmth he pressed into her soul. Penis that had once been as hard as mythril now shrinking and softening against his sweat-slicked thigh as he sat beside her. Listening to his soft panting grow longer, breaths calming and evening out before Clive lay down by her side. Jill reached towards him, brushed lazy fingertips over his ruddy cheeks, enjoying the various expressions lacing his face. Eyes so warm and a look of absolute awe and love shining in those cobalt depths.

She was certain she had the exact same countenance on her face.

All was quiet, warm, relaxed before it was suddenly broken when Clive's mouth turned into a sudden frown. "Fuck. There's sand everywhere…" Clive muttered, his cheeks crimson as he quickly sat up and began brushing his hands over his sweaty body to dislodge some of it.

It didn't help at all.

Jill couldn't help but laugh at his efforts even they were in vain. She was in agreement that the small grains were rather uncomfortable and felt odd nestled in places she wasn't aware she even had but the look on his face made even the discomfort of it all so much more pleasant.

Never in her life had she felt more content than this very moment.

Clive looked at her, a crooked smile on his face as looked almost offended before quickly joining in her sudden laughter. "Well, that didn't work. I suppose we'll just have to wash off, hmm?" he asked, thick lips and dark lashes fluttering over his mischievous blue eyes had her heart galloping like a stampede of chocobo in her chest.

"Hmm. I suppose we shall…" she flashed him her own smile before taking his offered hand.

Intertwining their fingers, Jill allowed Clive to pull her to her feet before leading her into the cold lapping waves. The brilliant white moon and red star overhead shining brightly the only witness (other than the slumbering Torgal) as they both braved the cold water - as well as tomorrow - together.