( she can feel him watching her as if his gaze were a phantom touch, drifting along the slope of her nose, the brim of her mouth, down across the ugly, marred looking color splotching her throat. it’s intimate without her meaning it to be, how nimbly she moves to the next button, taking her time with each of them. even when his palm comes to join her own, it doesn’t stop her. how many times has she done this before? all of those late nights he’d come to her and she’d seek his skin to sleep against.
she knows she shouldn’t. miss it, crave it, let him so close so soon— but she feels as if she’s been stripped down to nothing but fragile bones, and she’s in no condition to be out there. no good to anyone like this.
she manages the layer over his shoulders, but not without a slight, pained twinge to her features from the stretch. and she notices it then, the bruised painted across his own torso, some deeper shades than others, all at various stages of healing. her thumb delicately traces around one of their edges blurred into watercolors, and when her gaze flits upward in search of his it’s pained with everything she wants to ask, but doesn’t.
tomorrow. tomorrow was better. and so she’s careful when she turns in place, pulling scarlet locks off to one side of her neck so he can find the clasp of her bra. )
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she knows she shouldn’t. miss it, crave it, let him so close so soon— but she feels as if she’s been stripped down to nothing but fragile bones, and she’s in no condition to be out there. no good to anyone like this.
she manages the layer over his shoulders, but not without a slight, pained twinge to her features from the stretch. and she notices it then, the bruised painted across his own torso, some deeper shades than others, all at various stages of healing. her thumb delicately traces around one of their edges blurred into watercolors, and when her gaze flits upward in search of his it’s pained with everything she wants to ask, but doesn’t.
tomorrow. tomorrow was better. and so she’s careful when she turns in place, pulling scarlet locks off to one side of her neck so he can find the clasp of her bra. )