[ there are scars on dutch's body, too, signs of a life as an assassin, of frequent fights, still hidden underneath her clothing. none of them are quite as pronounced as his scars, but when he kneels, dutch's fingers don't trace the scars. instead, she curls one hand in his hair at the back of his head, using the grip to tilt his head back. with him on his knees, she's the one having to bend down to kiss him and there's something appealing about that. she licks into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip, her free hand wandering over his collarbone, his chest, his shoulders and upper arm while she does.
the scars don't bother her, that much should be clear. ]
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the scars don't bother her, that much should be clear. ]