[this is actually-- interesting. he pulls back and shrugs off his jacket first-- it's easy enough. and then his gloves, and the bindings that were under them.
when the bindings are gone, the scars on his right arm are more obvious-- a distinct line on both sides of his forearm.
but he doesn't pause, and pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, tossing that aside.
and now the scars all over his torso are much more obvious. there's the deep red scars on his chest and shoulder that are very obviously new. but there are many faded scars-- most notably burn scars.
but he doesn't linger away from her for long, leaning back over her]
[she watches as the damage upon damage is unveiled before her, then wrapping her arms around one of his and faintly pressing a kiss to the freshest, most violent looking scar before turning to him for another kiss on the lips]
[she cups his cheek but shifting to help with removing her nightgown, prepared now for when someone else sees her bloom of black ink radiating out from a clean, definitive scar]
[he can recognize what that may have come from... given their conversation. but he can respect that there are secrets she would want to keep.
instinctively, he slides a knee up between her legs, and deepens the kiss, this time a sense of hunger and neediness starting to show in his movements]
[he really likes the feeling of her nails in his back, and that gets his breath to hitch for a moment-- giving him an excuse to break the kiss to trail along her jawline to her neck
his skin is getting warmer, despite the paleness, and he does have to catch his breath a few times as he kisses her]
[the first press gets a palpable shiver up her spine, and she's breathy as she nuzzles against the side of his head, pressing faint kisses to his temple]
[he gets the feeling this might be something she's not used to-- better safe than sorry. his thumb presses up against her, lightly rubbing around her clit.]
Have you done this before?
[said against her skin, with kisses pressed between words]
[biting her lip, but otherwise withholding her reactions, a sharp change, and searching his face with a wry smile. she scratches at his back harder than before]
[that's how it is, she does manage not to laugh` but her smile widens, enjoying herself. the small rhythmic push of her hips onto his hand and knee is also a good sign]
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[he he's teasing. but also, recognizes that he's more difficult to undress]
But if you want, I'll strip down for you.
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[she pulls her hands away, one goes above her head (black), the other goes to her breast. go for it, boy wonder]
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when the bindings are gone, the scars on his right arm are more obvious-- a distinct line on both sides of his forearm.
but he doesn't pause, and pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, tossing that aside.
and now the scars all over his torso are much more obvious. there's the deep red scars on his chest and shoulder that are very obviously new. but there are many faded scars-- most notably burn scars.
but he doesn't linger away from her for long, leaning back over her]
I think that's about 50%.
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Don't forget.
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[she cups his cheek but shifting to help with removing her nightgown, prepared now for when someone else sees her bloom of black ink radiating out from a clean, definitive scar]
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Don't— Don't tell anyone.
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[and he leans down to kiss her again, gentle, hand bypassing that, and moving to cup her breats]
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[more murmured than vocalized, but she wraps her arms tighter around him, her legs reflexively doing the same]
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instinctively, he slides a knee up between her legs, and deepens the kiss, this time a sense of hunger and neediness starting to show in his movements]
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his skin is getting warmer, despite the paleness, and he does have to catch his breath a few times as he kisses her]
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[she rolls her back, exposing more of her neck, and separating her hands to hold onto more of him]
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[he hums against her skin.
he needs to balance on one arm, but the other, he can trail down her stomach, over her scar, and between her legs]
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[the first press gets a palpable shiver up her spine, and she's breathy as she nuzzles against the side of his head, pressing faint kisses to his temple]
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Have you done this before?
[said against her skin, with kisses pressed between words]
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No. No, no, I do not recall. And I cannot imagine.
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Okay.
[his hand moves up, and then crosses the line of fabric on her underwear, testing by sliding a finger inside of her]
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Jay, tell me— Tell me what you want.
[she does her best to gather him up into a hug, while still holding him close and pressing along the side of his face]
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I'd think it's obvious by now...
[he pulls back just enough to catch her eyes]
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Yes, but I would still like to hear it.
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So you actually want me to say I'd like to fuck you?
[he's coarse and crude, surely she knew that by now. and if she didn't, well.]
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Mmmhm, those very words. More or less.
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Then I want to fuck you.
[and he leans down, catching her lips in an open mouthed kiss]
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