PHOEBE
The scars that litter his chest and torso leave her equally unphased. She had expected them after seeing the state of his arm and hearing how Frey had had to burn Safrin from his being. Besides, they suited him somehow.
That he doesn't hesitate upon seeing the changes to her own body soothes any worries she had, lips pressing against his briefly before he leaves to trail kisses down her neck. Her back arched into his hands, a low hum leaving her throat as her own reached to work at the buttons fastening his pants in place. She tilted her head forward so her lips brushed against his ear. "Then prove it." she taunted with a cheeky grin.
That he doesn't hesitate upon seeing the changes to her own body soothes any worries she had, lips pressing against his briefly before he leaves to trail kisses down her neck. Her back arched into his hands, a low hum leaving her throat as her own reached to work at the buttons fastening his pants in place. She tilted her head forward so her lips brushed against his ear. "Then prove it." she taunted with a cheeky grin.
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
