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Lust's hands rested flat against Scar's chest, enjoying the way their current position made his muscles tighten. She wasted little time in deepening their kiss, her tongue tracing the line of Scar's mouth. He had roughened, masculine lips. Desert lips, even still. She loved the feel of them.

She loved the feel of all of him.

The deeper kisses were becoming less nerve-wracking and more enjoyable. Scar was still reserved and careful, his tongue barely brushing against hers, against her lips, but he didn't think in circles and overwhelm himself.

There was already more than enough to be overwhelmed about.

The dip of his weight in the bed pulled her to him naturally. He could smell her in the sheets, which still felt incredibly soft and comfortable. The taste of her lips had become familiar. Scar's hand slipped down, stroking her neck. Their earlier exchange briefly crossed his mind, but he hesitated. This was already so much for him.

Slowly, Lust's fingers moved against Scar's chest. They tightened and relaxed against him, bunching up his shirt and smoothing it. Even through his clothes, she could feel the impressions of his definition. It was lazier, like this, stretched out side by side.

She couldn't help but press herself against him, though. The bed pulled her naturally to him and she was drawn to the warmth and strength of him.

That nervous thrill intensified when Lust pressed closer against him. Scar's natural instinct was to press back, which he did, though he questioned every second.

It was easier, though, now that they had spoken.

His hand trailed down her side and over the curve of her hip as he kissed her. Scar rarely touched her in any way that could be construed as anything but innocent in nature, so even this was new. He rather liked it.

Lust couldn't help but squirm pleasantly as Scar's hand moved along her side, and a soft sigh of pleasure escaped against his lips. That was uncharted territory, as far as they were concerned, and it was an exceptionally nice feeling. Her toes curled and her fingers tightened in Scar's shirt.

She could feel so much of him against her, now.

A tiny noise between uncertainty and pleasure escaped Scar's lips. They were pressed so closely together, touching each other like they hadn't before. He was loath to do so, but he shifted his legs back just enough to keep his hips from rubbing against hers any more. She didn't need to know when he was tangibly aroused.

He couldn't stop touching her, though. It was so easy to get caught up in it, simply kissing her and running his hands over the natural curves of her body.

Lust noticed when Scar drew his legs back, and had to resist the urge to pull closer to him in turn. If he was more comfortable that way, he was more comfortable. It was better than jumping out of bed like he'd been bitten by something.

And she didn't quite want to stop just yet. Not when he was moving his hand over her like that, gently but firmly and deliberately. It was an exploration, one she wanted to encourage him to continue.

Scar immediately noticed how frustrating it was to have to pull away after knowing what it felt like to be pressed so closely against her. Even that little bit of separation was almost physically uncomfortable. He tried to ignore it, but it only manifested in wanting to touch her more. Scar remained particularly careful as his hand wandered. He knew that she had just given him leeway to be far more liberal in how he touched her, but the nerves remained. They were very much alone together. The prickles and urges in the back of Scar's mind told him that it would be far to easy to get carried away.

His mind kept swinging back and forth. Maybe he should just stop. But maybe...

Scar's hands crept up Lust's side, fingertips lightly tracing the curve of her breast. He had gotten better about kissing, but his lips slowed for a moment. This was... distracting.

A small exhalation of pleasure slipped from Lust's lips when she felt Scar's fingers gingerly caress the slope of her breast through her nightgown. Her fingers slipped up into his hair, and she couldn't help herself from moving into the touch.

He was always so gentle and attentive. There was no rush, as though he were quickly hurrying through check marks to get to the main event. Everything they did was a main event unto itself.

She kissed his slackened lips, not minding how they stilled when his hand was busy elsewhere.

Scar had to take a deep breath.

It really was just the thin layer of fabric covering her. And she liked it. She moved into it, she made... whatever that little noise was. Her hands lifting to his hair made her even easier to touch. He was aware of her lips still moving against his, but Scar was entirely overwhelmed. He had never done anything like this with anyone. He was rarely affectionately touched at all. So all of this...

Scar gently cupped her breast, hands exploring and eyes a touch too wide as he tried his damnedest to ignore the tightly wound ache in his pants. His hips pressed against hers without his thinking to. He just needed the contact.

Now it was Lust's turn to go still, beyond a light, pleased shivering. She didn't want to startle him. This was all so new to them, even her, with her experience in bed. It was still overwhelming, sometimes, how much she wanted to be with him like this. How badly she wanted him to touch her, to kiss her, to press against her.

And the more they lay here, enjoying one another with a slow sort of reverence, the more she realized how warped and wrong her previous encounters had been.

It was too new, if Scar were being entirely honest. He was only faintly aware of how aroused he was. How easily that had happened. And he was only faintly aware of his own actions, the simple desires overriding his usual hesitancy.

The press of their hips, her lips against his, his hand lightly exploring her breasts, the general closeness of it all... It was enough for Scar. His ragged breath caught hard as the tension snapped and he finished in his nightclothes with a shudder.

That could not have just happened.

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