@blinkskinks / @ablinkntime sent: [ π¦ππ«π€π¬ ] : sender plants kisses on undressed receiver's scar/s. (uwu for blinkskinks it be sunday) an old meme
They were sensually slouched in his bed. Clarice knew her way around his apartment at this point. Which meant he would tidy up and make this humble abode accommodating to what he thought would improve his chances of keeping her lovely essence of wit, sass, and favorable figure around regularly. Snacks, entertainment, ambience... and some scar stories to add to their 'trauma bond.'
Her kiss tickles a soreness of a freshly scabbed over wound on his chest. He's prone to lacerations there by now, but this had been from an electrical burn that. Peter giggled, but it couldn't hide the wince.
"Having fun? The other pectoral has a bruise from a brawl with Hammerhead a while back. Still a little tender." It hurts but he oh so allows her touch over these battle wounds. It's obviously a bait for intimacy, and she was wanting him, in any condition she could handle him in. He teased back a touch on her frame, gliding a finger up to the strap of her single layer top. He saw a bruise on her shoulder just past the strap.
"This one's got some color to it," he brushed a finger over the mark, having peeled her strap past the shoulder.
