I definitely see the vision in your ideas like younger jill loves the tank top and panties combo to show off her assets around you like. Just look at her in the original re3 she definitely loves getting your attention 24/7. If it's a big shirt it has to be yours, she absolutely hates wearing her own and it gets to a point where she's so fuckin entitled that she takes it without askin, even if you haven't worn it yet. But of course, your anger vanishes once you see her all cozy and happy in it. Sometimes, she thanks you by going commando and you don't even realize it until you're a few seconds away from falling asleep.

Older Jill is the type to immediately upgrade her pass after the first ride because she didn't wanna wait another hour for the next one , alsobcuz she actually found the ride fun (she didn't belirve you at first). After the upgrade, she's the one dragging you everywhere now and sometimes she walks too fast and accidentally leaves you behind.

Jill is more of a ride person but would come with you into a haunted house and this time she'd intentionally sabotage you and leave you behind to scare you shitless (she doesn't care if you cry or not oops). But of course she makes up for it by buying you whatever you want or letting you choose the next ride.

Jill lvoes to splurge and this means tons of photos too. She'd pretend to listen to you when you're discussing what poses to make during the drop when the picture is taken and then when the time comes she'd end up doing a bunch of bullshit poses that would piss you off (gives you a surprise kiss on the next one though so you can't complain).

In the bedroom, she suffocated you with hugs. Long, tender hugs that placed your hearts way too close. You both agreed that it was never meant to be. A painful promise that only bred an ugly remorse, slapped across your faces, both too prideful and frightened to see. Relief became disgust, comments that stung even more than the long nails that she forgot to cut again. Questions about honesty and sexuality, words that can never be taken back.

You looked down quickly, and painfully swallowed the heavy guilt in your throat. Jill's laugh was brief, her fingers tapped the glass, handing it towards you, but you couldn't take it. Her lips pursed into a tight smile, then she placed the glass on the table. "It's alright..." Jill sighed.

You looked up, her smile eased away the last of your guilt, but it forced its way through again when your eyes landed on her now-blonde hair. You ground your teeth.

"No inquiring minds, honey." Her right eye executed an outrageously forced wink.

"Did it hurt?"

A deeper smile curved her lips, relieved. Delighted that you were still the same, selfish and disobedient. For Jill, even the bad memories with you felt safer than the world outside now.

"Can I break our promise?" Jill asked, holding her breath.

"I wish you did a long time ago."

She was too cold, and she smelled familiar, your body wash. She kept it. Your ribs crushed in her embrace. If this was your last breath, it was a fine way to go. You stroked the swell of her chest with one finger, and then more, along her scars. Jill gently pushed your hand away.

Her eyes narrowed into icy slits. "I want to remember everything." Her hands settled heavily onto your top before crumpling it desperately.

You nodded. "You just have to promise to listen this time."

Jill arched her brow, amused at your joke, thankful for your kindness.

Heads turned toward the window. You answered questions, some of which you didn't even know the answers to. But Jill only sought memories. The way her eyes followed every inch of your expression and the rises and falls of your tone, the way she begged for you to stay awake, playing with and lightly massaging your fingers, like she always used to. She had new ways of pushing your buttons too. Her probing eyes rendered you powerless, but you let her see the struggle, your vulnerability that she deserved. You remained patient. From time to time, when you caught the rocks in her breaths, you reminded her of her past and the power she held now. Her kindness and patience with you back then, so priceless. The secret coffee runs, the gossip, the secret touches that the two of you replayed over and over every night, never mentioned once.

She'd be an absolute babe. The way she just melts into your arms when she comes home, you'd just know to spoil her with forehead kisses and back rubs. By this time, you'd have known the predetermined areas to take control of. Jill is still surprised by how fast she let herself unfold, with the way you reacted when she first showed it, it made her feel so comfortable and complete. It was easy for both of you to come to a mutual understanding of the dynamic and expectations.

Jill can get overly-needy, it can be overplayed at times but you love it because it's a huge contrast to what others see. The type to find stupid excuses to have you all to herself or follow you around, she's great at convincing you to skip that meeting just to cuddle with her. She has absolutely no shame leading you on.

Once you do fall for it, her brain just shuts off and she goes quiet as you devide what movies or shows to watch or get her her drink. It's an absolute sight to see her fully submit to you, the way she sits patiently in the dark of the living room and that sweet and excited smile when you come back with the treats. She makes you feed her the snacks, playfully biting your fingers or licking them, you always forget what you were watchign the next morning.

It is especially fun in public, when people tease her about who's the dom or whatever. You both just keep quiet and when she gets too cocky, you'd squeeze or claw at her thigh and her ears and cheeks immediately go red.

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At home, she lets you choose the most mundane things. From her bra to panties, she lets you decide. She loves being stared at while she's semi naked or naked. Ask her to pose and she'd be doing it within seconds. Extremely cheeky at times, once she ran to grab a toy gun and posed for you with a kissy face before she got real shy.

It's maddening how pathetic she gets once that trust is established. Waiting beside you naked while you type away at your laptop, sending that risky photo, and damn those crocodile tears when you ignore her for too long. You get mad a few times but forget all about it once you get those whimpers of hers. Then when your fingers get too much, or when you go too fast, all she does is shake her head and she's pampered with kisses and sweet nothings. She never stops you for good though, which means lots of edging and overstimulation that goes on for hours.

Similar to how she keeps dyeing her hair back to brunette, it's your decision which she respects and accepts. It's your own body after all. May pry too much at times but apologizes when you go quiet or is finding it hard to find words. Of course her heart aches to think of the process it took to finalize that decision. Even more so if you took a long time to reveal it to her, she knows it's not her fault, but sometimes wonders if she did anything wrong for you to have waited so long to tell her. She still is exceptionally thankful and honoured that you trusted her enough to confide in her.

With the way she acts, you know she'd treat you the same whether or not you did the surgery. Jill is extremely careful with not making you feel regret with the surgery, and just wants you to be happy now. She is also more concerned about who you chose as your surgeon for pbvious safety reasons.

Other than that, whatever reason you had the surgery in the first place, whether for your health or for validation, or even because of accidents, she helps you or guides you to identify the root causes or empty patches you may never have recognized, and heals or treats that part of you with unconditional care and love.

Takes a while for her to let you touch her biceps or her. A haughty woman like she'd pull away slowly if your fingers or even eyes linger too long. She teases you about how you only like her for her body, and never gives in no matter how much you beg or give your most innocent face.

Whenever you comment about how strong she is, she'd simply tell you that you can't touch her biceps. It definitely stings your ego little when an attractive woman ignores you or belittle you like that although she does it jokingly. But the first time you ever complimented her, she spent a few minutes staring at herself in the bathroom mirror.

Eventually she lets you once you slowly stop trying. Definitely spends more time in the gym to bulk up secretly. Finds herself choosing more sleeveless tops when shopping and uses the "It was on discount" excuse when she catches herself. Crosses her arms more often now.

When you aren;t paying attention to her, she sits beside you with head resting on her palm and fluffing up her hair, arm on the table, staying silent with her suggestive seductive eyes until you get the hint. Gives the cutest sexiest pout when you finally ask if she changed her workout routine. "Took you long enough."

You sat forward, looking suddenly mature and yet so pained you were doubly youthful. "So I'm the youngest so far."

Jill half-smiled. "Yes, but why does it matter to you?"

You shrugged and looked down at your drink. "Sometimes, I think it's just curiosity in heat, and then boredom comes."

"God, you really think I'm like that?" Jill frowned and slammed her glass on the glass table. You were about to chug your drink before Jill snatched it away too. You studied her, muscled, viciously attractive, and oozing self-assurance, unlike the other older women, full of lectures about how youth is not defined by age and going too far to flaunt their freshness. Jill did her own thing, and you felt guilty wishing that she was just a little insecure. You knew she had weaknesses, but that area was still off-limits. You wished you had something to offer, something she could rely on you for.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I can assure you that there's nothing you can do wrong." Placing her index and middle fingers beneath your chin, she tilted your face toward hers when you avoided her gaze. "Please don't resist, show me everything," Jill pleaded.

A wet and stormy night somehow heightened your senses painfully. You sought her warmth immediately, and Jill shared it generously, pulling you onto her lap, her cold, raw hands on the back of your head and back, running them along your spine and under your bra strap. On your neck, she pulled it sideways and sucked on it. It was crucial for her to ignore your hands pushing her away, just reflexes. You closed your eyes, that sweet tongue on your neck, biting and teasing. You felt a tingle below as you let a sigh slip out. Moving your hands to rest them on her breasts, you squeezed them softly and then hard, and she swore against your neck. Pressing down on her hard nipples, exploring her angelic stature, acknowledging her desperation for you. Jill saw your hesitation as you slid your hands under her shirt.

That was a problem, you needed to be controlled, so she had to lead. Jill pushed you back slightly, pulling off your top, ignoring your pleas to slow down as she unclasped your bra, her hands rested on your ribcage as she stared at them. All you could wonder was what she was admiring, because in your eyes, she had it tenfold. The more she stared, the more she felt you tense up, and before you could comment, she pulled you in, feeling her heavenly tongue and comforting lips on your buds. You murmured her name but couldn't continue. It was hard to study her face from above as your focus was cut short from that growing warmth below, that pulse that you were afraid she might feel.

The beginnning of the end of youth, so this is what it's like to caught by an angel, a woman, you mindlessly tugged on her brunette hair. Her eyes, now dark, met yours and your desire only grew, and so did hers. Gently pushing you back onto the sofa, as she unbuttoned your jeans. You giggled as you watched her struggle to pull them off. Jill half-pouted. "How could you do this to me?" she exclaimed in frustration before roughly pulling them off in one go and pulling you down.

"Jill!" She was embarassed at her own struggle. See how strong I can be, she was trying to say. "You didn't need to do that," you scolded.

She pounced on you, pressing her lips on yours, she didn't ask for your input, biting onto your lower lip and sucking on them. Jill wasn't the most approachable woman, blue eyes too intense, her dark hair seemed a metaphor for herself, guarded, and when you called her stunning, she was a little sad, because people dare not approach a weapon like her. But she realized she was wrong, as she grinded her knee against your precious cunt, that warm thing of yours that she can't fucking wait to savour. She ran her hand against your forehead, pulling back your hair, a clearer view of that pretty face. For a split second, Jill wondered what it'd be like to have your beauty, before getting distracted by your smile. "Kiss me," you pleaded. "Please." Your desperation was endearing, how could she resist? It'd always be a yes. Jill dropped her head, kissing you all over your face, kissing and moaning into you again, didn't matter whether you could catch up or not.

"I'll be gentle," Jill reassured, sliding her hand into your panties, finding your slit first, then your bud, to spread the lust around. You hooked your leg onto the back of thigh, trying to hide yourself although you willingly flew into her web. But she knew how to prepare her meal, kissing your neck and ear instead when it got too much for you. You were a sweet damned thing, those flushed cheeks, those lips gasping for a break, and those eyes seeking her comfort, she'd drop everything for you. Your nipples perked and pressed against her own, in her protective embrace.

Her fingers teased your cunt, she had to resist going all in, and for the first time in her life, she thanked her career profusely for all the self control it taught her. Palm pushing your mound down while her index finger rubbed your hood. Jill lifted your chin, raising her eyebrows for your response. You gave her a small nod, biting on your lower lip, and looking at the show below. She neeeded more, pulling down your panties and off. "Just tell me, alright? Tap my arm," Jill reassured. "Or pull my hair. I don't mind it rough."

You smiled, opening your legs slowly. "Gorgeous," Jill whispered, now between your legs, one hand on your hipbone and the other center, up and down, disrupting your breathing again while she played with your senses. Jill rubbed for a while then bent down, stroking your thighs immediately when you reached for her hand in a hurry, kissing your thighs, holding your hand, and then your stomach, womb, pussy, slowing making her way down.

"It's alright darling," her voice was suddenly soft and raspy, cursed by your seduction, she smooched and made love to your nerves, for it to bloom for her and let it break. Your pupils blown huge and your grip on her hand tightened, staring at the ceiling, while she sucked on your bud, loose and tight over and over as you struggled happily in her waves. Jill felt you tighten on her tongue, to think that she was the cause of it made her pussy throb. All she could do was spread your lips apart. Curiosity kills the cat, but Jill brings it back. It was nice to be dependent on someone, once in a while, lost in her torturous love as she licked and lapped at your cunt non-stop. Jill enjoyed her lollipop as it grew swollen, drunk in your taste, saliva mixed with honey and all your flavours. With you she isn't picky.

You reached down to caress her cheek, just beauty at its high, heart-stopping berry colored lips, mature and sensual, you wished you could understand her, protect her in return for her kindness and inspiration she bestowed upon you. Her forehead somehow a little sweaty, she was draining you of your innocence, full of satisfaction, and when she looked up, her promiscuous nature fully unveiled, just for you, you could cry from gratitude.

Jill narrowed her eyes before sucking hard and long in rhythmic sets, lips full against your puffy clit, sunken beautiful cheeks, eyes full of sex. You gasped and jolted hard on her shoulders, breasts rising and falling frantically. Her sucks so violent, and her grip on your pelvis hard and mean, her tongue degrading your bud, her pupils so big they were uncanny. They were right, she was serious in all she did, love especially. Her commitment scared you and kept you high. Your breath hoarse, faster and faster, screaming her name, grabbing her hair hard and desperately as you clenched and released.

Exhausted but still out of control, you could barely remember how you got to her bed. You lay on her, buried in her breasts, quiet, listening to both your breathings. Your wet lashes slowly unstuck, your eyes went over her face, she looked so peaceful.

"What is it darling?"

You shook your head, smiling. "Nothing. I'm happy."

Jill held you tighter. "Then I'm happy too."

Jill makes you get outside and out of your headspace. It's easy to just sit at home and watch the hours fly by without feeling like you've made any progress. She knows better than to give unsolicited advice and waits for you to ask instead. At this point, you've probably heard a million pieces of advice from practically everyone you know so the last thing she wants to do is add more weight to your shoulders.

On the days when you can't help but vent, she's always there without slipping too far into the pity zone. She's an incredible listener, and her patience never seems to run out. You don't expect solutions from her, but somehow just talking to her makes you feel cared for, even when she isn't saying much. Few words and more physical affection is usually her approach. Her hugs are tight, often from behind, with her lips pressed against your neck and her arms deliberately wrapped around your shoulders and chest, forcing you to take deeper breaths. She adjusts your shoulders, taps your spine, and quietly fixes your posture.

She constantly pulls you back whenever you're dragged into the curse of routine. Sometimes, she likes to reminisce about the years before her S.T.A.R.S. days, when she found herself stuck in the same cycle. She'll tell you stories about the time she tried to bypass a company's website just to secure an interview and nearly got caught doing it.

On the really bad days, you might lash out about recruiters or entire companies. Whether your frustration is justified or not hardly matters, because Jill is right there with you sounding as if she knows them personally. She's surprisingly good at digging up a company's dirty laundry and loves going on about all the reasons you're better off not working there. It gets ridiculous after a while but it's hilarious and brings a smile back to your face.

Jill also loves taking you to different libraries and cafés whenever she thinks you need a change of scenery. She knows exactly what you like, and sometimes she comes home later than usual because she spent the afternoon checking a place out beforehand. Watching people work in these new environments and experiencing something different reminds you that there is still a world beyond your room.

Sometimes, when you need that little nudge, she sits down with you and scrolls through job postings endlessly, almost like doomscrolling. She tries to keep it fun, and she also loves to talk about her own experiences. Although she boasts a little too much, you start to remember why you're attracted to her, the way she guides you to think outside the box, her focus on what matters, and her ability to stay thick-skinned. Before long, you begin to pick up some of her confidence and level-headedness. Jill notices it, and sometimes it causes the two of you to clash, but at the end of the day, she only looks at you with pride, which you make fun of her for by calling her a creep for staring.

She loves giving you mock interviews too, especially when you're all dressed up, though she keeps that to herself. She has a little too much fun with it. Her questions are always difficult and tricky, and they often leave you completely stunned. Whenever you complain about them, she "rejects" you on the spot and restarts the entire interview. You'll have to save the pouting for later. It's a little draining at first, but the benefits are noticeable. Besides, she usually rewards your efforts by taking you to bed, to cuddle of course.

Deep down, she hates seeing you struggle. At the same time, she understands the importance of building a career of your own and she knows it would be selfish to take over a process that everyone has to go through eventually. So while you're busy editing your resume, she's busy organizing her finances, assets, and retirement plans, making sure they could support both of you without leaving room for setbacks. It's all carefully calculated, and with a career like hers, she has nothing to worry about. It's reassuring knowing that your safety net is the unconditional support and quiet generosity of the person you love.

Once you get the job, she's celebrating even more than you are. She treats you every single day during that first week, and you have to accept it because according to her it's good luck. Little does she know, she's your good luck charm. Her advice would of course vary depending on the industry you're going into.

If it's a corporate environment, her first advice is to know and set your boundaries and stay out of drama. The 9 to 5 can get draining, so she advises you to take ownership of the little brackets of time. Jill doesn't want you to drown in work like she did. Keep things private, she is extremely strict about drawing a line between life and work. Of course, she also asks you about the company perks and to remember to use them. Sometimes she asks if she can join in on happy hour but really it's just her being wary of new colleagues.

If it's a hands-on industry, she emphasises 360 awareness of your surroundings. She encourages you to take ownership fo your safety and to be careful of who you trust, even the women. She makes you turn on your location, and if possible, to update her every few hours. Somtimes, there are lots of transferable skills that you two share, from the way you handle a tool or how you operate a machine, she is a great teacher and it turns into quality time. She doesn't tell you, but she and occasionally one or two of her friends run background checks on the company and the people you'll be working with. There has definitely been a time or two where she stopped you from applying to a certain company.

If it's a creative industry, you may know better than her. She loves helping you find inspiration, and she teaches herself how to see the world through your eyes. What she brings is an appreciation for the mundane. While artists often chase novelty, Jill notices the details people overlook. There is intimacy in her understanding. Your worlds could not be more different, and yet, like a fawn, there is always the courage in her that pushes her towards unfamiliar waters. She learns from you, and through her journey, you're shown buds of ideas from beyond your field.

If it's hospitality, she reminds you that serving others does not put you beneath them. When you come home wanting nothing but sleep, she's already prepared dinner, a shower, and a quiet place to rest. If you tell her about a particularly awful customer, there's a good chance she's already trying to figure out how to access the security cameras. Fortunately, she usually remembers her own advice before she does anything stupid. If you work in a restaurant, she loves to come in during hours with a few customers. She stares at the menu, calls you over, asks you to wait and ignores you, and does it a couple of times before you threaten to kick her out. She also asks stupid questions like whether the scrambled eggs are scrambled or whether she has to tip you (she tips way more than she should).