He curls, sitting up part way, supporting himself with naught but abs. He grabs the edge of his shirt, tugging it up, over, off, and tossing it haphazardly to the side. His tags tinkle down, free of the cloth, throwing off glints of steel and gold. His skin is pale in the sunlight, the scars as always dark against it.
He wraps his arms around her, using her weight to help him stay half-sitting as he begins to nuzzle at her chest.
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Date: 2009-04-08 03:34 am (UTC)He wraps his arms around her, using her weight to help him stay half-sitting as he begins to nuzzle at her chest.