[absolutely okay with that, winding her other arm up to place her hand on the back of his neck, feeling the nape of his neck, the short hairs and muscles bunched there]
or maybe she's warm. and he's just leeching heat off of her, either is possible. but for now, he brushes her hair back and lightly tests running his tongue along her lips]
[he notes that, and leans forward more, slowly pushing her back, but not letting the kiss break. his other hand crosses over her lap, resting on the bed beside it]
[follows the motion with a soft, oh, and carefully breaking apart to consider him while she's laying down, chest lightly rising and falling . . . then smiling]
[what a good parkour teacher who knows not to lay on her. but following his pace, shifting from cautiously eager to more confident, and letting her hands roam slightly. she also brings one leg up slightly, knee resting against him]
[well, he needs to be considerate, if he's corrupting this good girl. his hand moves to slide up her thigh, exploring just lightly, and not immediately making any move to shift clothing off just yet]
[she rises to that touch, shifting to make it easier with a soft exhale. then, her hands experimentally dig into his clothes, grounding herself while pulling him closer]
[and then his fingers hook under her nightgown, and his hand rests against her skin, pushing it up, as he lets himself be pulled closer to her, his skin starting to warm up to her touch]
[shifting to glance down at that, then relaxing again with a breathless laugh into the kiss. she moves her hands up further, running fingers through his hair to keep her arms out of the way]
[if she's going to try to keep her hands out of the way, he's going to pull her night shirt up further, past her hips, pulling away from the kiss just to do that]
Hey.
[look, he's even a little amused at how she seems to be having fun right then?]
[chasing with one brief kiss before letting him go buuut not going to let go of him just yet. she beams at him while flushed, trying to be coy and dignified]
Hello. You aren't planning to have only me disrobed, are you?
[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]
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or maybe she's warm. and he's just leeching heat off of her, either is possible. but for now, he brushes her hair back and lightly tests running his tongue along her lips]
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Do not over exert yourself. You were injured.
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[there's a soft grin there.]
I'll be careful.
[and that was this morning, this is now. and then he closes the distance between their lips again]
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[reaching her arms up, going around his neck, and having reset herself to a slower pace now]
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Hey.
[look, he's even a little amused at how she seems to be having fun right then?]
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Hello. You aren't planning to have only me disrobed, are you?
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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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