[How much of an asshole does she think he is? Because he'd have to be a special brand of dick to let her scars kill the mood but his are okay and if you want to be honest about it, his are uglier than hers, they don't follow circuitry lines, it's just burns and burns, blossoming over his chest and shoulders like the ugliest flower.
Actually-- maybe he doesn't want to know how much of an asshole she thinks he is.
Chuck moved to give her the space to pull the shirt off, sitting back on his heels even as he's straddling one of her legs and he stays there for a moment, just looking down at her. He's not about to sprout some flowery shit at her, and call her scars beautiful and a part of her and whatever the fuck else but he's hardly turned off.
Fair's fair, he showed her his and now that she's shown him hers, he leans down to trace the lines along her shoulder and chest with his mouth.]
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Actually-- maybe he doesn't want to know how much of an asshole she thinks he is.
Chuck moved to give her the space to pull the shirt off, sitting back on his heels even as he's straddling one of her legs and he stays there for a moment, just looking down at her. He's not about to sprout some flowery shit at her, and call her scars beautiful and a part of her and whatever the fuck else but he's hardly turned off.
Fair's fair, he showed her his and now that she's shown him hers, he leans down to trace the lines along her shoulder and chest with his mouth.]