That wasn't a position they'd done much of before, except for on the couch which was too awkward to really count. At some level she understood the significance of it, but she didn't want to think about it too much. She didn't want to think about anything too much. This moment was for feeling, for connecting on that level they had found so unexpectedly in the rain.

She worked her way down his throat to his chest, lightly kissing the scars that continued to fade. If only it were as easy to erase the ones inside. She flicked her tongue over his nipple and looked up to see his reactionl