Fletcher's gaze just passed over the scars that were visible to him, a bare flicker of note registering in his mind about them. They didn't phase him, didn't change his thoughts on her in the slightest. He'd known she had a less than safe sort of job and that scars were likely. He knew there was a pretty nasty thanks to the jaws of a crocodile so had been prepared for more as a result of other creatures. But instead of disgust, admiration swelled in his chest. He had hardly a scar himself and the fact that the woman he loved had been through such things was actually quite amazing. It hurt him to know she had had to suffer but he also knew her experiences made her the woman that she was. The woman he'd fallen hopelessly head over heels in love with. And that, well, was something he sincerely never wanted to change.
And as she bit her lip to prevent a giggle from leaving, he chuckled against her neck at her words. His hands slid down to her waist and he slowly turned her back to facing him. And then, without much warning, lifted her with his hands at her rear and pulled her bodily against his chest. He turned her toward the bed as his lips met hers once more and carefully laid her down atop the coverlet, making sure not to put his full weight on her as he continued to kiss her. There was a hungry desire to his kisses as his hands slid from her rear and down her legs until he met bare flesh.
Slowly, his hands worked their way back up her bare skin, pushing the chemise up as he went. The movements were slow and gentle, not wanting to push too far too fast no matter what she'd said of (or not said) in regards to what it was they were doing. As his hands moved higher, his lips moved lower and left a trail of kisses and nibbles down her throat and to her collar bone once more. With the dress out of the way, it was much easier to actually get to her breast. Nuzzling the thin bit of fabric her chemise was, he bared a breast. He glanced up at her just briefly then, a small pause in his intentions to be sure she was still on the same page as him before proceeding further.
And as she bit her lip to prevent a giggle from leaving, he chuckled against her neck at her words. His hands slid down to her waist and he slowly turned her back to facing him. And then, without much warning, lifted her with his hands at her rear and pulled her bodily against his chest. He turned her toward the bed as his lips met hers once more and carefully laid her down atop the coverlet, making sure not to put his full weight on her as he continued to kiss her. There was a hungry desire to his kisses as his hands slid from her rear and down her legs until he met bare flesh.
Slowly, his hands worked their way back up her bare skin, pushing the chemise up as he went. The movements were slow and gentle, not wanting to push too far too fast no matter what she'd said of (or not said) in regards to what it was they were doing. As his hands moved higher, his lips moved lower and left a trail of kisses and nibbles down her throat and to her collar bone once more. With the dress out of the way, it was much easier to actually get to her breast. Nuzzling the thin bit of fabric her chemise was, he bared a breast. He glanced up at her just briefly then, a small pause in his intentions to be sure she was still on the same page as him before proceeding further.
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