Re: Later that evening
His patience is maddening to her and she kisses him with more intention, a soft whimper lost against his lips as his fingers move slowly, slowly, slowly up her side. She can feel her heart racing in her chest and this close, she is certain he can feel it as well.
As his fingers slide over her, her own dance gently over his scars. They are hers now, each touch a claim and a promise that later she will kiss every single mark.
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