đ tracing fingers against your museâ skin or over a scar/other (For Charon I AM WEAK)
(Sorry this one took so long, I wanted it to be perfect.)Charon watched her from his bed, buried comfortably in the soft furs and down blankets. She sat at the vanity, gently pulling the brush through her long, dark hair, the light from the fireplace dancing across her pale features. She didnât notice him staring at her at first- she almost never did, which was amazing, considering he had a hard time taking his eyes off of her. It took her a few minutes to realize he was watching her and she paused, looking at him through the mirror. She looked away, blushing prettily as she put the brush down.âWhat?â Her soft voice broke the silence and he smiled, tucking his arms under the feather soft pillows. He tilted his head.âNothing. I just like looking at you. Thatâs all,â he muttered. Her blush deepened and she lifted her gaze, still staring at him through the mirror. His smile widened and he lifted a hand, beckoning her to the bed. She stood, turning gracefully. Everything she did was graceful, he thought as she walked- no, glided- across the room. The nightgown he bought her- sky blue, the color of her eyes- flowed over her in waves, gently caressing soft, pale skin. His fingers twitched under the pillow as she crawled into bed with him. He longed to touch that soft skinâŚ
She pulled the silk gown tighter across her chest, still blushing as she laid down, facing him. She smiled at him, biting her lip shyly as he rolled over. He knew what she was doing, hiding the scar on her chest from him. He had seen if before, of course, and she found it ugly, but to him, it was just another part of her, a part that he loved and cherished.
He reached out, taking one of her hands in his own. He kissed her calloused fingers, his eyes not leaving hers as his lips trailed down her hand. He kissed the small cuts on her palm, worn from days of working the gardens of Gridania. Her face was flushed a pretty pink as she watched him, rough lips leaving trails of fire up her arm, around her soft shoulder. He paid special attention to the sensitive skin of her neck, and she giggled girlishly as his nose tickled her collarbone. He smiled into her, nuzzling her gently.âYouâre beautiful,â he murmured, his voice muffled by her skin as he looked up at her. She reached up, cupping his face gently. Her thumb gently caressed the scar over his eye. He closed them, enjoying her touch, imagining that her hand was smoothing away the hideous scar. She never judged him for it. He loved that about her.
He opened his eyes slightly, staring up at her with half lidded blue orbs. He pressed a gentle kiss to her chest, right at the beginning of her scar. He heard her soft gasp and looked up at her for any signs of hesitation or resistance. She looked away slightly, self conscious, but not stopping him. He kissed the scar again, his hand gently resting on her thigh, right over the silken nightgown.
âSo beautiful. Youâre an angel, you know?â He smiled up at her and she blushed again, pulling his head close to her chest in an embrace. He pressed his ear to her heart, right over her scar, listening to the soft beating of her heart. âI love you.â
âI love you, too,â she whispered, so quietly that he almost didnât hear her over the crackling of the fireplace. He reached up, lacing his fingers with hers and closing his eyes. They wouldnât go further this night- he promised her he would never do anything that made her uncomfortable. He felt her nuzzle the top of his head gently.
âVerev,â he murmured, her name falling from his lips like a prayer. She hummed softly.
âHmmm?â
ââŚ. Sweet dreams.â
