[ Hana's grateful for the assist, and her eyes greedily drink in the new, foreign territory that her actions have uncovered. She'd expected scars, but almost the entirety of Jack's torso is comprised of scar tissue, and her eyebrows knit together for a split second. She doesn't coo in sympathy or shed any tears, but she drags her gaze up to his face, gently bringing a palm that had been resting at the waist of his pants to warm against his cheek.
She wonders if her body will look that way too, once her battles are over. While it's easy to imagine that she'll continue fighting until her body gives way, thoughts of a civilian life somewhere down the line are nice. Like a beacon in the middle of a snowstorm. When she studies Jack's scars, his actual age weighs heavy upon her, and in a moment of tenderness she traces them with her other hand. Here is a man who's seen his fair share of war and strife. It's easy for her to focus on how hot she finds him and how thrilling it is to defy him, but when she sees him like this, laid bare with nothing between them, Hana can't help but want to memorize the ghost of every injury that mars his skin. He works so hard to protect his comrades-- the entire world, really-- and this is just part of the price he's paid.
She's almost embarrassed. Her body is unmarked in comparison, her skin an expanse of smooth, pale flesh with only the tiniest scars from childhood to speak of. Her face, her agent has often said, is one of her best assets, so any injury that it suffers is treated almost immediately and only with the most cutting edge technology. The part of her with something to prove resents this practice, but she understands it from a logical standpoint. She needs to remain marketable. ]
Right. [ She sneers in response, unable to stop the giggle that bubbles up in the back of her throat. She supposes that it's silly to complain about the dinginess of a bar when she and Jack first became intimate with eachother in a hallway and a public restroom. She returns her attentions to the mark that she's worrying against his neck, reveling in the way his hands feel as they encircle her bare tits. Her hips roll almost lazily up against the shape of his cock that's straining against the front of his pants, and she hums, low and disappointed, when he pulls away. ]
You'd be there to keep me warm. I wouldn't have to worry about any of that. [ She takes a shuddering breath as his lips encircle the tender bud of her nipple, one of her hands cupping the side of his face as he works her over. His teeth only serve to make her arch her back up into his mouth, eager for more as her thighs come up to frame his sides. If she was wet before, she's practically dripping now, the sight of him doing nothing to abate the desire steadily coiling its way up her spine. The sting of his teeth tugging her skin does little more than cause her to moan, low and appreciative, as her feet slide along the surface of the sheets.
Though he may be stark naked, Hana marvels at how his lack of clothing does nothing in terms of making him look vulnerable. He still completely covers her body as she lays beneath him, and desire dusts her skin red as she sucks in a breath through her teeth when he looks up to her face. She knows that his teeth will leave marks all over her skin, and she couldn't be happier about it. ]
... Yes. [ The syllable comes out in a hoarse half-whisper as she watches him, the hand cupping his face gently sliding upwards into his hair. She strokes the shock of white that she finds there, her thumb dipping low in order to smooth over his lower lip as her body tenses underneath him, anticipatory. She was running out of places to suggest, anyway, and watching him is making it much harder to focus. ]
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She wonders if her body will look that way too, once her battles are over. While it's easy to imagine that she'll continue fighting until her body gives way, thoughts of a civilian life somewhere down the line are nice. Like a beacon in the middle of a snowstorm. When she studies Jack's scars, his actual age weighs heavy upon her, and in a moment of tenderness she traces them with her other hand. Here is a man who's seen his fair share of war and strife. It's easy for her to focus on how hot she finds him and how thrilling it is to defy him, but when she sees him like this, laid bare with nothing between them, Hana can't help but want to memorize the ghost of every injury that mars his skin. He works so hard to protect his comrades-- the entire world, really-- and this is just part of the price he's paid.
She's almost embarrassed. Her body is unmarked in comparison, her skin an expanse of smooth, pale flesh with only the tiniest scars from childhood to speak of. Her face, her agent has often said, is one of her best assets, so any injury that it suffers is treated almost immediately and only with the most cutting edge technology. The part of her with something to prove resents this practice, but she understands it from a logical standpoint. She needs to remain marketable. ]
Right. [ She sneers in response, unable to stop the giggle that bubbles up in the back of her throat. She supposes that it's silly to complain about the dinginess of a bar when she and Jack first became intimate with eachother in a hallway and a public restroom. She returns her attentions to the mark that she's worrying against his neck, reveling in the way his hands feel as they encircle her bare tits. Her hips roll almost lazily up against the shape of his cock that's straining against the front of his pants, and she hums, low and disappointed, when he pulls away. ]
You'd be there to keep me warm. I wouldn't have to worry about any of that. [ She takes a shuddering breath as his lips encircle the tender bud of her nipple, one of her hands cupping the side of his face as he works her over. His teeth only serve to make her arch her back up into his mouth, eager for more as her thighs come up to frame his sides. If she was wet before, she's practically dripping now, the sight of him doing nothing to abate the desire steadily coiling its way up her spine. The sting of his teeth tugging her skin does little more than cause her to moan, low and appreciative, as her feet slide along the surface of the sheets.
Though he may be stark naked, Hana marvels at how his lack of clothing does nothing in terms of making him look vulnerable. He still completely covers her body as she lays beneath him, and desire dusts her skin red as she sucks in a breath through her teeth when he looks up to her face. She knows that his teeth will leave marks all over her skin, and she couldn't be happier about it. ]
... Yes. [ The syllable comes out in a hoarse half-whisper as she watches him, the hand cupping his face gently sliding upwards into his hair. She strokes the shock of white that she finds there, her thumb dipping low in order to smooth over his lower lip as her body tenses underneath him, anticipatory. She was running out of places to suggest, anyway, and watching him is making it much harder to focus. ]