Those words of hers made him relax, almost melt into that kiss, as she told him she'd love him forever, that she'd been waiting for him as long as she'd been alive. It was a beautiful thought, one that carried weight, and the desire to be what she wanted, what she needed, but now that he had his memories back... he hoped that was exactly what he could do.
Still, he couldn't help but hold his breath, his body tensing again as she reached down to touch the biggest scar on her chest. It was hard to gauge her reactions, whether they were good or bad, so he just sat as still as he could, hardly daring to breathe as she moved to slide her hand over his side, leaving a swath of heat in its wake as he dared to look up again as she started to speak. And her words were... comforting, and a relief, as he let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when she said she still thought he was perfect. "It brought me home to you... even if it took longer than it should have," he murmured, because it had, in more than one respect. He had been gone at war for a long time, and then he had come home but still been essentially gone, up until tonight.
But what really brought her point home was when she leaned down, her lips touching the scar and making him gasp - in pleasure, and nothing but - as heat blossomed over his skin wherever her lips touched, the newer skin of the scar somehow more sensitive than he could have imagined. His fingers curled gently against the skin at her shoulder and cheek as he held perfectly still, eyes fluttering shut as he let out a breath. This was the first time a woman had kissed him like that, too - sure, there had been gently of chances for kisses and more in Melbourne, but he'd had a girl back home waiting for him, and so while he'd done plenty of (drunken) looking, he hadn't done any touching. "Oh, that..." He trailed off, one hand sliding down her back, fingers trailing over the bumps of her spine as he didn't dare move his torso at all. "That feels good."
I'm thinking they were far enough along before he left that there wasn't much debauchery down under~
Still, he couldn't help but hold his breath, his body tensing again as she reached down to touch the biggest scar on her chest. It was hard to gauge her reactions, whether they were good or bad, so he just sat as still as he could, hardly daring to breathe as she moved to slide her hand over his side, leaving a swath of heat in its wake as he dared to look up again as she started to speak. And her words were... comforting, and a relief, as he let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when she said she still thought he was perfect. "It brought me home to you... even if it took longer than it should have," he murmured, because it had, in more than one respect. He had been gone at war for a long time, and then he had come home but still been essentially gone, up until tonight.
But what really brought her point home was when she leaned down, her lips touching the scar and making him gasp - in pleasure, and nothing but - as heat blossomed over his skin wherever her lips touched, the newer skin of the scar somehow more sensitive than he could have imagined. His fingers curled gently against the skin at her shoulder and cheek as he held perfectly still, eyes fluttering shut as he let out a breath. This was the first time a woman had kissed him like that, too - sure, there had been gently of chances for kisses and more in Melbourne, but he'd had a girl back home waiting for him, and so while he'd done plenty of (drunken) looking, he hadn't done any touching. "Oh, that..." He trailed off, one hand sliding down her back, fingers trailing over the bumps of her spine as he didn't dare move his torso at all. "That feels good."