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[ ... YES, THIS IS WAY TOO MUCH POWER. That most distracting noise coming from her (not to mention all the squirming) effectively spots out all brain function and leaves a hot confused haze in its wake. He didn't even know she could make sounds like that... What has he done??

... Doesn't mean he particularly cares to stop, though. If anything, he'll add to her troubles by nosing her woefully exposed neck and leaving a few suckling kisses behind. And almost absently, he begins to push her meddlesome shirt up and out of the way. ]

[ She should have known this would happen. And maybe she'd had a faint inkling of suspicion when she'd agreed to let him continue. But Noire's rational thoughts and misgivings are both at the very, very back of her mind and the size of marble fragments compared to what she's unintentionally focused on now.

Everything's hot. His hands are hot, his kisses burn on her skin, and she feels feverish in a way that would feel alarming, if she wasn't oddly welcoming to the warmth. The air that greets newly exposed skin is still a relief, and she shifts again, his name escaping in a breathless, yearning rush. ]

[ Her voice fills his ears, and the rawness of it sends a shiver through him. He wasn't certain things would get this far on account of comfort levels, but now it feels like the only uncomfortable thing would be to stop. One of his hands stays at her breasts, teasing and massaging with both newfound freedom and growing confidence; the other tugs at her shirt so that he might get it off completely. For a moment, he'll even break off his kisses for the sake of the greater good. ]

[ When was "greater good" synonymous with "getting your girlfriend topless"-- although it lets Noire catch her breath for all of three seconds (except his other hand is still there, so it's not much of a respite for her senses). Her eyes are squeezed shut now, so any additional darkness of her shirt passing up and over isn't noticed, so Morgan's great and valiant mission will succeed. Off comes the shirt. ]

[ At this moment, with them pressed together and her burning weight in his arms, there is totally nothing nobler than just having gotten his girlfriend topless. Mission accomplished, he shuffles aside and presses her down onto the bed with a firm hand, already bending to take her lips. ]

[ This is totally unbalanced in terms of dress (or lack thereof), gosh-- but Noire meets his lips greedily, desperate. All of that teasing's served to unravel her more than usual, and right now, the only thing she wants is him, exactly where he is.

It's not a shy kiss that greets him, not when her arms are already curving around his neck. ]

[ Hey, he would gladly be shirtless too if he were aware of anything past her eager mouth and embrace. His hum ends in a moan as her need hits him, and he matches it all too readily. He swings a knee over to straddle her properly, trapping her body and all that heat under him. ]

[ Excellent, now she can't fall off the bed. Or, at least, not without taking him with her. ]

You-- [ she breaks the kiss to speak, color bright in her cheeks. ] You're hardly-- making it easy to hold back...

[ ...

A look of surprise flashes across his face, and he pauses, still poised over her. ]

[ And then -- bubbling laughter, spilling forth. ]

You're talking about holding back now?

...

I thought I should mention it...

I think I missed the memo. I stopped holding back a while ago.

[ He buries his face in her neck, cheeks still most assuredly a bright red. ]

You think we should stop now?

Mm... if you want to keep going, Morgan-- [ she shifts a hand, moving it to the back of his head to stroke his hair. ] I won't stop you.

[ He closes his eyes, breath beginning to even out as he relaxes under her hand. A long moment drifts by, and then he replies softly. ]

You know, if you keep saying that, I'll only keep going until there's nowhere left to go.

But you'll be with me the whole time, won't you?

... Then it's fine.

Noire...

[ His heart swells. He shifts up to give her another kiss, this time light and sweet, and murmurs against her lips. ]

I love you, Noire.

[ The sweet kisses are more than fine; Noire appreciates those, actually, and he'll be able to feel her smile. ]

I love you, too.

[ He smiles and eases up onto his knees. And finally, he can see her in full. Whatever excitement he might have felt is dulled by the marks on her body; his smile turns a little crooked then, his eyes hooded. But he's still captivated, and he traces the imperfections lightly with his fingers. This is Noire's body, and he'll take in everything he can. ]

... Was that how I looked when I saw your scars?

[ She lets him touch, gaze following his fingers. ] Although I didn't think I could smile then...

Mm. If I recall correctly, you were very serious about helping me feel better about them.

[ And he is too. His hands run over her stomach and down her sides, learning how her bare shape fills his fingers, and then he lowers himself to kiss the first scar. ]

I-- [ this is followed by a shaky gasp. The scars are a little more sensitive than the rest of her skin, it seems. ] I don't feel bad about these anymore, though--

But-- [ A kiss, moving up her body. ] You could stand to feel good about 'em too. [ And another kiss. ]

... Feeling good about them is a little strange.

[ Even if this is distracting as hell. ]

I suppose it's all in the way you look at them.

[ He shifts up and kisses the underside of her breast, finally coming back to what started all this in the first place. ]

You could say scars are reminders of the things you've survived. Death is a pretty formidable foe!

Er-- but I did die... technically.

[ And she's trembling now, sucking in a quick breath. ]

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I guess I should say this is nsfw for any stalkers

I guess you could but will it really deter them

I tried!!

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