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[devotedtothecore]

[ follows, bare body laid warm against hers; bracing weight on an arm, warm fingers of the other cupping the side of her face as he kisses her again ]

[thevineintervention]

[ yes. good just. holding his face against hers for a good long time ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ yeah ok that's fine. going slow, and deep. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ and now her fingers are exploring his back, tracing each scar until they reach the seam of his arm ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ the ones there all seem to be connected to one and the same, curving and curling and branching, like the fine stems and thousand-leaves of ferns etched onto his skin, covering the left half of his back from hip to shoulderblade. The only other incongruity a matching scar to the one she touched on his front, this one a fraction shorter.

his hand moves from her face to slide down neck, and shoulder, and body, feeling it out again. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ curves herself a bit into his touch, and runs the back of her nails gently across the scarred flesh ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ his breath catches. ]

...

[thevineintervention]

[ thaaaat's what I thought. dragging along the seam itself, one finger across the metal, the other on his flesh ]

[devotedtothecore]

Hnh--

[ ...breaks off from kissing, and shakes his head, arm pulling gently away from her fingers ]

[thevineintervention]

[ aaaah, slips her wrist down to hold his hand, and waits for him to move again ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ other hand leaving her side to take hold of her wrist, gently moving it up to his elbow. ]

...just... not there.

Not now.

[thevineintervention]

Show me where, Chrysos...

[devotedtothecore]

[ ...moves it further, guiding her fingers to the grooves of his ribs, and around to his back, trailing them to the raised lines of muscle that run alongside his spine. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ there, then, her fingers move, exploring, rubbing small circles. ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ a deep, indrawn breath, and his hips shift, pressing against hers.

...lets go of her hand to cup her breast again, thumb brushing over the nipple, as he moves in to cover her mouth with his. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ well, that's fine, because there really is a lot of back musculature to still feel out ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ unknown geography to be charted, cords of lean muscle easily felt under the skin, itself uneven with the raised, hard lines of scars. small, quiet sounds, little more than hitches of breath, whenever fingers run over particular zones; the back of his neck, the lines that run down from there to his waist. ]

[thevineintervention]

[ there, then. she's gentle if not slow, paying mind to the noises he makes ]


... beautiful, beautiful....

[devotedtothecore]

[ ...his back shivers, and curves, and slides under her hands as he lowers his mouth to her breast, tending to it. His hand moves from the other to slip further down, to the nightgown gathered at her waist... fingers pushing slow under the fabric, over hip and belly, to the edges of the nest of hair below. The erection under his shorts all too tangible by now, brushing against her inner thighs. ]

....Aerta...