💋 Gently kiss one of the receiver's scars / wounds. From Carm tho @ Ben
kissy kissy prompts
Rain pitter patters against the windows on top of their New York City penthouse. The stark contrast of the city lights against the low glow of their bedroom feels like they are in a completely different universe. The only sounds come from the rain and the slow breathing of a deep sleep that Ben has found himself in.
It's rare, to be able to relax so completely and be so sure in certainty that he was safe. Perhaps it's an odd thing to say, a man with this much money and had all the correct people in his contacts that the feeling of safety was such an issue it keeps him up most nights; disguised under the subtle or not so subtle mask of a workaholic. The grind. The race to the finish line which could only surmount in the end of one's life. And still...
Even in sleep there's a slight furrow in his brows, the shadow of a frown etched into his features. Carmen is gently propped against her hand, staring at him with the depth of love that only comes from the years of getting to know someone so intimately. A feather-light touch against his brow, tracing the faintest of scars from a fight long ago. Gentle lips come to kiss lightly in place of her fingers, and then she trails her fingers down his bare chest, Ben still barely stirring.
The scar here more profound, as proof that he was still alive -- that even a heart attack couldn't kill him. She looks to him, not out of pity, but of a declaration of love that if Ben were awake, he'd almost not know how to return. Tender, soft kisses down the length of the scar across his chest and Ben, stirring awake but eyes still closed, will reach out to slide his fingers just as gently through her hair.
"Don't stay in the past, honey." He murmurs, pulling her up so that her head rests against his chest.
// @agentinred
