Vivian sat in the darkness, quietly glaring up at the ceiling as she waited for Renard to join her; usually she was the one that was second to bed but this time it was Renard. Of course, this meant that Vivian's mind was imagining the worst: was he visiting Dessi in the kitchens for a bit before heading up to her? If he did that then he would've opted to clean himself off afterwards to prevent her from getting upset. Granted, it only helped so much. Cleaning up the evidence didn't erase what he'd done; she knew that he slept with other people regardless of whether he actually showed it. Though... She supposed if he did blatantly show it to her all the time she'd be more irritated than she was now. There was merit to what he did, Vivian just didn't like the underlying reason why cleaning himself up needed to be done.
Despite every effort that Vivian made to get him to love her, he still frequented the beds of other women. Perhaps he did love her, but if he did then his love was so fundamentally different from hers that she just failed to comprehend his way of moving through life. She'd never be able to love someone and also want to sleep with other people. For her, love meant wanting to spend all of her happiest moments with the other person, so it just didn't even occur to her to look for sex from someone else. When it came to converting Renard to be more like her, she'd tried limiting his options, she'd tried giving him an ultimatum, she'd tried changing subtly to be exactly what Renard looked for in a woman... But none of these things had worked. The first had gotten her in trouble with the lady, she hadn't been able to follow through with the second, and then the problem with the third was that Renard went for all kinds of women so he didn't seem to have a preference. No matter what she did she wasn't able to kick Renard's promiscuous streak. As much as she hated it, not spending any time at all with him was much more painful to her. Curling up onto her side, she clenched her eyes shut, though she bolted upright when she thought she heard the sound of crying.
Tilting her head and quietly listening, she really couldn't hear much of anything aside from the steady ticking of the clock in the guest room. In the end she simply sighed and let herself drop back down onto the bed. The years she'd spent looking after Raine had left quite an impression on her mind; it was silly to think that she'd be able to hear Raine behind all the closed doors between her and Vivian, and yet Vivian's mind still heard it. It especially didn't make any sense because Raine was a little over four years old and didn't cry so much anymore; she didn't even really get sick anymore, not like in her youth. Like her mother Raine wasn't prone to tantrums, and also like her mother she was turning out to be on the quieter side. Unlike Mae though, Raine's quiet seemed borne more of shyness than just a penchant for silence.
Despite the fact that Vivian had gotten used to her role as caretaker by now, she still felt like deep down she resented it. It was exhausting having to keep an eye on a child all day, especially if that child ever did something wrong somehow which was most days. Vivian just didn't have that kind of patience, which meant that it was doubly frustrating to watch Dessi or Kyrie watch over Raine; on one hand, it was nice to get a break, but on the other hand it made her feel like the lesser of the 3 slave women. Both of them had leaps and bounds more patience than Vivian did. Why had Mae even entrusted the childcare to her anyway? Couldn't she have hired someone more fit to do that job? She'd done it with Kyrie and the menagerie, why hadn't she done it with her own child!
Her mind didn't have too much time to continue to stew because the door popping open drew her attention. For a brief moment there was a flare of anger and jealousy, but the moment she saw Renard's face peeking through those feelings were pushed to the side by the happiness she felt to see him. Still, if he hadn't kept her waiting for so long then she wouldn't feel this miserable, so she felt a bit of silent protest was in order. She would let him fumble about for a bit in the dark, then she would surprise him once he got close.
Keeping still so that Renard wouldn't really notice her, she watched as he closed the door and slowly made his way over to the bed. When his hand rested on the bed beside her, Vivian pounced up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down next to her. This action earned a bit of a startled yelp from Renard, and the sheer amount of good feeling she felt from this whole exchange caused her to clench her eyes shut while an almost involuntary giggle left her. This was returned with a joking scoff of disbelief.
"You minx!"
Responding to this ambush by giving Vivian's breast a rough squeeze through her clothes, Vivian squealed before lightly biting at his neck in playful retaliation. She stood by what she did and she pressed her body into his in an attempt to steal all his warmth and general good feeling to substitute for her lack of both.
"I have to keep you on your toes somehow, Renard."
Leaning down to give him a heated kiss, Vivian let the rest of her body fall on top of Renard's. It would seem that he didn't want to be on the bottom this time though, because he was quick to flip them both over so that Vivian was on her back beneath him. Yes, this was it. This was exactly what Vivian wanted; something to completely melt away the jealousy and at the very least reaffirm that Renard held some affection for her.
Renard wasted no time in stripping the both of them, and he let his hands wander all over her body as the two met in yet another heated kiss. This time though, Vivian could feel Renard's erection pressing up against the sensitive flesh between her thighs. Suddenly pushing her hips up into his, she succeeded in pushing him in a little, but the angle just wasn't quite right. Renard got the picture though, and easily slid the rest of the way into her.
He didn't start moving though, instead breaking the kiss to let out a soft laugh.
"What's the hurry, my little minx?"
Teasing her nipples with a few more pinches, he brought his hands down to forcefully still her hips that had begun moving, and this just left her letting out a soft whimper. It was clear that he wanted an answer to his question before he indulged her though, and she just wasn't sure how much she wanted to say. She wanted him to have sex with her to stave off the negativity? To affirm that he loved her? To satisfy the one thing she knew she could with confidence satisfy for him?
"I just... I don't know. I feel like I need you inside of me, I need you to bring us both up to that high that has us continually coming back to each other."
"It's not just the high that keeps me coming back, my dear."
His voice was soft as he said this, and he gave a tender kiss to her cheek that brought sudden tears to her eyes. Blinking furiously as her mind struggled with the immediate reaction of her body, she brought a hand up to her face to mask her eyes from him with the back of her hand. She hadn't been expecting that, neither the tears nor the comment, and she clenched her eyes shut as if that would help hide her emotions. He could see that something was wrong with her though even if he couldn't tell the specifics, and he looked at her with a mixture of concern and alarm.
"Vivian?"
"Do you really mean that...?"
Her voice broke a little at this question, and Renard gently moved her hand away from her face before lacing his fingers with hers. His other hand moved to touch her cheek, and while the tears still hadn't fallen on Vivian's face they were certainly threatening to. Renard understood now that these were good emotions, and he was eager to keep things good.
"Of course I do. Didn't you know that you're fun to be around?"
There was a slight bit of a teasing quality to his voice as he said this, but that didn't matter to Vivian, the sentiment was still Very real. She just couldn't hold back her love for this man: suddenly jerking up to wrap her arms around her lover, she buried her face into his neck to try and mask the fact that she was starting to cry.
"I love you, Renard. I love you so much that it hurts."
Renard softly kissed her head to hear that, and he soon moved to properly return her hug.
"Your love is precious to me, Vivian. I want to help it grow and return it in kind as best as I'm able."
Vivian almost responded to ask him why he didn't sleep with only her then, but this felt like too sweet of a moment to ruin with disappointment. Instead she simply kept her eyes shut and clung to him. It felt so nice to have him in her arms like this, to have him holding her close as if she was his sole lover. Did he give her comments like he just did to keep her strung along, or did he do it because there was genuine affection for her? She would never really know for sure, but what she did know was that his words had done wonders to help with her bad mood.
He lifted her face out from the confines of his neck and gently brushed the wetness on her cheeks away. Looking at him with half lidded eyes, Vivian was soon closing them again as Renard came in for a surprisingly tender kiss. Whether he did this with other girls was a constant worry that flit through Vivian's mind, but she willed her mind to shut up. Why did she have to try and ruin these encounters with horrible thoughts? It only meant that they'd both be miserable.
It wasn't as hard to clear her thoughts as it was when she was alone though, because that gentle kiss he gave her evolved into something more passionate. When he finally let her lips go, she was breathing heavily, but before either of them could catch their breath she moved in for another. At this point her hips had begun to move slightly; nothing really pushing him in and out of her, just a slow gyrating that was quickly making Renard want to move. So move he did.
At first he just mirrored the gyrations, but when that earned him a soft sound from his lover he began to move in and out of her. His first few thrusts were slow, just allowing him to enjoy the wetness down there as he easily slid his member out of her. She'd been a bit raw when they'd first begun since she'd shoved him in so early, but now things were nice and slick.
Keeping one hand resting on her cheek, his other hand moved down to grope her breast, squishing the soft flesh between his fingers. Breaking their barrage of kisses, he kept his lips barely an inch away from hers so that he could feel her warm breath against his face as she panted. When she tried to move in for another kiss he stayed just out of her reach, remaining at this tantalizingly close distance.
"Vivian..."
The way he said her name caused a shiver to course through her body, and she brought a hand up to rest on the one that was on her face.
"Renard--!"
There was almost a pleading quality to her voice because she wanted their lips to tangle again, but her statement was cut off by a gasp as Renard gave her a sudden hard thrust. He smiled to have effectively interrupted her, and now he began a steady and strong pace, one that elicited more moans from her, unimpeded now by his lips on hers. Even though he was no longer kissing her, his face was still incredibly close with his forehead pressed up against hers; having him so close like this was weirdly arousing to her, perhaps more arousing than if they were kissing. It's just that when she thought about how he was watching her moan and give in to the pleasurable sensations she felt even more naked than she already was. Vivian was not a shy creature by nature, but this? This was making her feel like there were butterflies in her stomach in addition to making her whole body feel hot under his gaze.
Moving in to kiss him again in an attempt to hide from this feeling, Renard moved a hand to cover her lips up and block her.
"No my little minx; I want to hear your moans so close to my ears, I want to watch as you throw your head back in pleasure. Endure it for now, and I will reward you well afterwards."
There was practically a purr in his voice as he said this, and Vivian's cheeks got a bit heated. A blush! How long had it been since a man had genuinely gotten her to blush? She honestly couldn't remember. Ah, how she loved Renard.
Wrapping her arms loosely around him, she closed her eyes, though she could still feel Renard's gaze on her face. Both of his hands were massaging her breasts now as he continued to thrust into her, and she leaned back her head as her hips rushed to meet his. She could feel it, her climax coming close as her entire body convulsed with pleasure. Each of his thrusts was causing her to tense up more and more, until finally one of those thrusts hit her in just the right way to cause the burst of release to command her body. Her arms tightened their grip around Renard then as the rest of her clenched all around him.
Renard wasn't finished yet though.
Moving his hands back up to frame her face, he pulled her away from him so that they were touching foreheads again, and with an almost sadistic pleasure he continued pushing into her. This caused Vivian to let out shuddering gasps as sparks of arousal ran through her, amplified now by her own release. Her body clenched more around him, and she could feel the blush on her face burning against his hands as he watched her expression rather intently.
"Mmm... I love the way you look right now, Vivian."
Her body squirmed as he continued, but she didn't know whether she wanted to move towards him or away. It felt good, but it just felt like it was too good, like she wouldn't be able to handle this much pleasure all at once. Her cries were only getting louder, and while she struggled to get away from Renard he kept her firmly in his grip, bathing her face in his own hot breath. His breathing was ragged though, not as ragged as hers was, but he had to be close to his own release from the way he was breathing against her.
Bringing her shaking hands up to hold onto Renard's face now, she held tighter than she might've intended if he wasn't provoking her like this. He wasn't giving her a break at all, she hadn't even come down from her orgasm and already she felt like she was coming to another one! Her voice was getting higher, her moans getting shorter and coming more in gasps as Renard sped up his pace to a speed she could barely comprehend.
"Renard, Renard!"
Once again she felt her entire body tensing, but this time it was as if intense but continuous pulses of pleasure were coursing through her. Every little motion that Renard made caused her to gasp and twitch, and she really wasn't sure how much more of this she could possibly take. Thankfully, Renard reached his own limit soon after her. Letting out a gasping moan himself, his thrusting came to a halt as he lodged himself deep inside and let his release flow into her. Finally she was able to properly come down from her orgasm, and she simply bit at her bottom lip as Renard filled her. Usually the sensation was welcome and helped her come down, but this time, after being brought to release twice, she was twitching with each pulse of his she could feel. Her body felt so sensitive, and Renard didn't fail to pick up on this.
Renard's hands moved down from her face, and as his hands trailed down her neck recoiled a little, letting out a soft whimper of protest simply because it was just too much.
"You are truly a wonderful partner, Vivian."
He murmured this softly to her as he finally leaned in to give her that kiss, but while he did so he couldn't help groping her breasts once more. This earned him a soft squeak and he let out a bit of a grunt of his own as her inner walls tightened even more around his sensitive flesh.
"Alright, alright."
Letting out a soft breathy laugh as he brought his hands back up to her face, he pressed his forehead once more to Vivian's.
"I'll stop teasing."
With that, he slowly pulled out of her to the accompaniment of Vivian's aroused squirming.
"You don't make it easy though when you're so sexy..."
Resisting the urge to run a hand back to her breasts, he instead laid down next to her and pulled her in for a warm hug. She was still breathing heavily even now, and Renard could feel her body trembling softly in his arms. Giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead, he let her snuggle up against his chest as her body curled around his.
Clenching her eyes shut, she took deep shuddering breaths while Renard gently ran his hand lovingly through her hair with a happy hum. Eventually her heart did begin to slow its rapid beating, and her breathing became more steady as she finally came down from her high.
"I hope you stick by me always, Vivian."
Vivian was rather startled by this statement, and she peeked up to see him looking down at her with fondness in his eyes.
"Really...? You don't resent spending so many of your nights with me?"
"Resent? How could I resent spending any time with a woman like yourself? I'd hardly say that I'm forcing myself to come up here."
He laughed softly at that, and Vivian glowed with delight as she smiled to herself. Even if Renard did sleep with other women he liked her, and that should be enough to keep her satisfied. If only it was that easy ; if Renard was with her at all times to reassure her then it would be, but unfortunately they weren't able to spend all hours with each other.
Still, for now Vivian was perfectly happy, especially so as Renard leaned down to give her another mind numbing kiss. Even if this one wasn't passionate and romantic like their last ones had been, it was still eagerly welcomed by Vivian. Vivian spent a bit of time enjoying her reward, as Renard called it, and when she eventually drifted off into sleep it was snuggled tight up against Renard with his arms around her.