Fletcher knew he shouldn't but he couldn't quite stop himself from giving her a rather appreciative once over after the chemise had been lifted over her head. He was utterly fascinated by the woman before him, so contradictory from what society deemed perfect. She had scars and freckles, very few curves as opposed to what the more voluptuous ladies had. Her hair was red and she had freckles on her face as well. She wasn't the typical beauty standard, the type that would turn heads the minute she walked into any function. At least, no one else would be turning their heads. His head would turn. It had, on multiple occasions. And now, well, she was his and he was quite pleased with what he saw before him.

He knew looking for too long would only embarrass her, though so he slowly pulled away and slipped his own trousers off. He didn't bother with trying to maintain too much modesty. There was little point in doing so, she was already bared all to him. With his own state of undress, he moved back onto the bed and laid down next to her, carefully turning her toward him and being cautious not to pull too much on the scar of her abdomen.

"I love you," he whispered softly to her as his hand slid up along her side and to cup her cheek so that he could kiss her once again. He moved closer to her all the while kissing her with an undeniable passion. Bare skin met bare skin, sending an exhilarating rush through his entire body as a result that only deepened the kiss further. The hand that had been on her cheeks slid down her body again, gently gliding across all of her bared skin with a slight pause at her breast to feel it all over again before traveling further south to her hips.

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