[ This whole thing could have been awkward and rough, a chore to be completed. He'd thought it might be, when it started. But then it shifted. She makes that noise and he presses against her, slipping a hand under her shirt to drag against bare skin. To feel if she has scars like his.
He leans back just enough to unclip his hood, shrug out of his coat and let it fall. He likes layers, armor. Even with the heat back home, he needed that. Pope gave them the closest thing to uniforms and he's held to that in the aftermath. And then he shrugs out of his shirt, because there's really no point in being coy. He takes a moment to watch her, take her in the same way she's taking him in. Under all his layers, Carver knows he's strong. He keeps fighting fit because he has to, and they were eating good at Meridian before all the bullshit went down. Enough rations to go around, no flirting with starvation. But he's got scars too, and she's probably smart enough to know what caused them. A dappling of old, pocked scars from an IED over his belly, a slash from a knife over his collarbone. And, of course, the deeper scar over his heart from the kid's scythe, with his pendant hanging over it.
These things happen.
Carver shrugs, and leans in to kiss her again. Hard, this time. ]
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He leans back just enough to unclip his hood, shrug out of his coat and let it fall. He likes layers, armor. Even with the heat back home, he needed that. Pope gave them the closest thing to uniforms and he's held to that in the aftermath. And then he shrugs out of his shirt, because there's really no point in being coy. He takes a moment to watch her, take her in the same way she's taking him in. Under all his layers, Carver knows he's strong. He keeps fighting fit because he has to, and they were eating good at Meridian before all the bullshit went down. Enough rations to go around, no flirting with starvation. But he's got scars too, and she's probably smart enough to know what caused them. A dappling of old, pocked scars from an IED over his belly, a slash from a knife over his collarbone. And, of course, the deeper scar over his heart from the kid's scythe, with his pendant hanging over it.
These things happen.
Carver shrugs, and leans in to kiss her again. Hard, this time. ]