[good thing his glasses already fell off, because his shirt does a good job of totally tousling up his hair when she pulls it off. and then her hands are on his abdomen, and god that feels great, like a jolt of electricity coursing down his spine, sending his heart thumping in a fast, even rhythm in his ears. he slides his palms against her cheeks and drags her in for another kiss, hungry and eager as he arches right into every single touch, every single brush of fingers]
[. . . she does get a glimpse of a few scars, though. nothing too big or too worrying, but there are lines of raised skin scattered across his torso, old battle wounds that have long since healed thanks to a well-placed Dia and some time. marks of victories achieved and losses sustained, memories of everything he went through back home]
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[. . . she does get a glimpse of a few scars, though. nothing too big or too worrying, but there are lines of raised skin scattered across his torso, old battle wounds that have long since healed thanks to a well-placed Dia and some time. marks of victories achieved and losses sustained, memories of everything he went through back home]