Fletcher hadn't really been thinking, not in regards to the scars she had at least. He'd simply been moving on instinct and doing what he thought to be best for her. He'd gone slowly and tenderly, savoring every bit of her he could manage. But when her hand struck out and grabbed his wrist so quickly, he was caught off guard and surprised. The look he had on his face when he looked up to her, ministrations to her breast quickly forgotten.

He winced visibly at her words and as she lifted the hem of her chemise to reveal the scar. Internally, he berated himself for not remembering and for not paying more attention. He turned his wrist over to bring her fingers to his lips where he placed a gentle kiss before nodding in response. "I'll be careful," he said softly and sincerely as he met her gaze once more, "I promise." And he meant that. He knew there would be some discomfort no matter what he did in regards to their coupling. He knew it wasn't always the best for virgins but he'd do his damnedest to do what he could for her.

He carefully leaned back then, placing a soft and tender kiss to the offending scar before moving to pull her chemise further up. "But if it gets to be too much or too painful," he started, watching her closely as he moved to remove her chemise fully, "I want you to tell me." He'd stop then and there, whether he'd be left aching or not, without any questions asked.

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