Lust continued her gentle exploration of Scar's lips, giving attention to each. It was only natural for the tip of her tongue to slip out now and then, to trace the lines of his mouth. She shifted a bit closer when his hand dropped to her thigh, without thinking.

There was no thinking about it with Scar. Her body seemed to know what to do, when. There were no calculations or posturing.

How had she lived for so long without this?