[Touching for the longest time didn't conjure of feelings of comfort and care. It took time to reshape his perception, Nill's gentle caresses at time he thought no woman could touch him. He never thought anyone to invade his daily life and be on the end of wanting to touch and returned back. It's a reassuring matter that even he can change with time.
The practiced habits of maintaining control are the same in lust and violence. He hates the implication that the two are related somehow. Only one stirs the hound at the back of his mind, the other pulls crude words instead. The need to hold control and restraint isn't as pressing here, they're giving in on their own terms so he doesn't deem it wrong when both parties are pulling for this.
The scar is missed. Rather he doesn't give it attention yet, the predominant feature painted across her chest is indeed difficult to miss. In terms of physical defects it's nothing. None of her skill or movement is hindered by the two strikes against her skin. Meaning is all that concerns him of her scars.
He halts curious of her actions, the rise of her hands and nuzzle telling that all is fine calming the bubbling persistent worry. They're words he doesn't smile or laugh to, fragility is a real worry. She is strong, but he's capable of being stronger; tender kisses pulling from drowning in said worry.]
I know. I want to be careful.
[He slips away from her shoulders to look at her eyes from his lowered position. It's but a second before he's back to running his hand up her leg in rising it higher on her body.]
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Date: 2016-02-10 04:56 am (UTC)From:The practiced habits of maintaining control are the same in lust and violence. He hates the implication that the two are related somehow. Only one stirs the hound at the back of his mind, the other pulls crude words instead. The need to hold control and restraint isn't as pressing here, they're giving in on their own terms so he doesn't deem it wrong when both parties are pulling for this.
The scar is missed. Rather he doesn't give it attention yet, the predominant feature painted across her chest is indeed difficult to miss. In terms of physical defects it's nothing. None of her skill or movement is hindered by the two strikes against her skin. Meaning is all that concerns him of her scars.
He halts curious of her actions, the rise of her hands and nuzzle telling that all is fine calming the bubbling persistent worry. They're words he doesn't smile or laugh to, fragility is a real worry. She is strong, but he's capable of being stronger; tender kisses pulling from drowning in said worry.]
I know. I want to be careful.
[He slips away from her shoulders to look at her eyes from his lowered position. It's but a second before he's back to running his hand up her leg in rising it higher on her body.]