This time she stays where she's put; she's had a turn on top, after all.
She shudders at the touch to her scar. The scar is bound up in sex and blood, and the bed smells of both. Her fingers curl subtly into the sheets and she turns her head away. Her eyelids fall half-closed, part of her waiting for pain.
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Date: 2006-10-05 04:39 am (UTC)She shudders at the touch to her scar. The scar is bound up in sex and blood, and the bed smells of both. Her fingers curl subtly into the sheets and she turns her head away. Her eyelids fall half-closed, part of her waiting for pain.