While Kurloz teased against her back and sides, Rose took to tracing every scar on his back, laid out like a spiderweb of memories, with marks both thick and dark and ugly, and scars like whispers of a time long past, of a pain not nearly as brutal. The ones she could reach on his shoulders breathed against and kissed, while her fingertips brushed up one over his arms. She admired those scars, as she had none of her own, and always felt that a person with many had a much deeper story to tell, without any words necessary. She leaned back again and looked into his eyes, before she reached behind her and unhooked the clasps of her bra and laid down on the plush rug that had been put into Kurloz's room for him. She slowly and demurely removed the straps from her shoulders, looking at her progress, then looking over at him with a tiny smile.
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Date: 2013-08-28 10:35 pm (UTC)