[Don't touch the incredibly sexy scars. Okay. It's a little disappointing, because she's itching to explore them, but she can rein in the impulse.]
You can touch mine.
[She tells him, low in his ear, as she guides one of his hands to her lower back. Her own scars aren't so dramatic - there are a few burn marks back there, as well as the bumpy aftermath of several stitch-jobs done in the field - and they're all easily covered up by clothing. But she can mentally match each one to a past job, most of them years old.
His hand on her chest is nice. But it's his hand here that makes her pulse quicken.]
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You can touch mine.
[She tells him, low in his ear, as she guides one of his hands to her lower back. Her own scars aren't so dramatic - there are a few burn marks back there, as well as the bumpy aftermath of several stitch-jobs done in the field - and they're all easily covered up by clothing. But she can mentally match each one to a past job, most of them years old.
His hand on her chest is nice. But it's his hand here that makes her pulse quicken.]