[ He almost doesn't seem to notice her scars, given that they're so normal for mercenaries and soldiers alike. It's nothing new, and he won't think about it until later, and wonder if she's a civilian or not after all.
He follows as she hops up on the desk as requested, stepping between her legs and rubbing his hands down her arms to rest on her hips as he goes back in to kiss her again. It's slow and gentle, but he opens his mouth for her, an invitation, not a demand. His hands don't stay still though, they wander and explore, tracing those slight scars in places and stroking over her skin with his fingertips. It's almost feather-light, even when they come to rest on her breasts, thumbs softly flicking against her nipples. Rolling them against the pads of his fingers. At the very least, touching, and doing this does seem to alleviate some of that burning need, and it makes it far easier to treat her to a far better amount of foreplay.
Eventually, he kisses his way down her neck so he can replace his fingers with his mouth. ]
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He follows as she hops up on the desk as requested, stepping between her legs and rubbing his hands down her arms to rest on her hips as he goes back in to kiss her again. It's slow and gentle, but he opens his mouth for her, an invitation, not a demand. His hands don't stay still though, they wander and explore, tracing those slight scars in places and stroking over her skin with his fingertips. It's almost feather-light, even when they come to rest on her breasts, thumbs softly flicking against her nipples. Rolling them against the pads of his fingers. At the very least, touching, and doing this does seem to alleviate some of that burning need, and it makes it far easier to treat her to a far better amount of foreplay.
Eventually, he kisses his way down her neck so he can replace his fingers with his mouth. ]