[SE] and again for good luck

KIADA

“Oh yes,” comes the trill without elaborating, walking him backwards to the bed as she melts against him, his hands calloused and gentle runs along her body, over her clothes and the little blip of skin that shows at her hips with each step. She can feel the reluctance he has with sitting down, but she intends to reward him with it.

She purrs a light sound against his lips before she pulls away, bracing herself on his shoulders as she lets her iceberg eyes focus entirely on his face, withdrawing to stand in front of him, making a show of it as she lifts her shirt, asking aloud as she slowly removes it from every curve of her body. “Anything here?” She purrs, even as she does reveal quite a lot of history — the burn scars on her hips, raised and not at all like the deep X in her neck. And as she does her little spin, under her bra, he’d find the same raised burn scars that spread like wings from her shoulders, that run up and down her spine to just below the waistband of her pants, and the puckered puncture scars that dot each side of her back.

And once she’s done and tosses her shirt into what will likely be the messy pile for the morning, she reaches for his hands, settling in between his legs, letting him explore and try to scout out any potential ‘threats’.

i was young and stupid then, always playing for the win
don't know where we got this bad, i just wish i had you back