One last soft laugh, and a rake of her nails from the nape of Mary Anne's neck to the curve of her buttocks, before repeating her earlier move and pushing her onto her back.

(White sheets no longer pristine)

She tooks down at her captive for a moment, before bending to kiss her. Not on the lips this time, though - she seems drawn to the scar on her chest, lettering. She runs her tongue lightly over the scars, as if she can taste the name written there.