Take Me Home Tonight {Jack} [R]

[jack morrison wesley]

He merely smirked at the small hint of rejection, aware of the possibilities that she would say it like so. He ruffled his hair and looked at her, looking not too worse for wear and tear and was totally unaffected at that reaction. He shrugged his shoulders at her and smirked at her. It was somewhat a pleasant feeling that she did reject it, but he wants to make things a bit clearer to her. “Well, fine then.” He mused, looking at her in her car wrapped in her blanket. “I’m just giving you an option for a more comfortable setting for you to sleep in. It’s not sympathy or anything of the sorts. You can say what you want about me being an asshole; I don’t care.”

“The only thing I am doing,” her resumed, “is giving you another way in for a good night’s sleep, shower and possibly food, rather than waking up in the car, taking a bath at a dingy toilet out of nowhere and maybe having little food to buy.” He added, smirking again at her. He had felt that same experiences back when he was on the road trying to run away from his family and trying his best to stay away from the places of comfort at most intervals. He had not settled down at that moment, and he was glad that he chose a quaint town like this. “But if ‘uninterested’ is still your final answer, then I guess you can keep your panties on and stay in the car.” He said, giving her a wave and slowly moved away.

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 268 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

Even trying to help her out seemed out of his reach to Mia. The tone of his voice plaguing her to a nonexistent end making her crawl out of her skin. No matter how she tried to soften her voice or tone to let him know she was thankful in some strange way for the offer it never happened and as he walked away she started to panic. “Wait. Please. She said as her eyes closed in defeat and she let the blanket fall from her shoulders reaching over again , this time to roll the window up.

Climbing out of the car she opened her back door reaching inside for a few things trading old clothes out and new clothes into the bag. Mia shut the door again locking the car once more before looking towards him again this time not as angry as she had been moments before. Whatever their problem was he was right about everything. She wouldn’t have bathed out of a toilet, but a sink wasn’t any more fun and the idea of actually sleeping in a bed again and having warm running water plagued her mind constantly. She wasn’t about to let that walk away from her for any cost.

“I didn’t think you stayed here at the Inn. How long have you been here? Mia questioned him, trying in her own weird way to change the subject, making things at least a bit less strained between them if they were going to be staying in close quarters for the night. She stepped up onto the sidewalk catching up with him the few feet he had gotten walking away before stopping to wait for him to lead them back inside the Inn.

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Tag// Jack
Words// Forgot to count
Outfit// Here
Notes// Here you go

[jack morrison wesley]

He took a few steps away from the car, half expecting her to stick to her original plan of sleeping in her car. She seemed rather adamant about staying put and he does not really mind about it. like he said earlier to her; he was just offering her something better in the light of a different setting, rather than car upholstery and the smell of musty old car odour. He has felt that kind of feeling way back, and seeing her somewhat compelled her to at least lend a hand to her just for the night at least. Besides, she could just get up from bed in the morning and go away.

Taking another short step, he stopped as he heard her call out to wait; her tone sounding somewhat panicked and in state of defeat or something. He turned around just to see her taking some stuff in her car before closing the door and walking towards him. He noticed that her face seemed lessened a little bit, as if she looked less annoyed than before, or just now for that matter. He merely grinned slightly as he resumed walking after she reached his side, as he guided her back to the inn. At least for now, she could relax and let her be comfortable for a while.

He listened to her question, as he decided that at least he is going to be civil to her tonight. She took up his offer, so at least the best thing he can do is to make her feel comfortable with himself. “I’ve stayed here long enough, I suppose.” He replied, pushing the main doors again into the inn, as he headed to the stairs to his room. “And well, let’s just say that I rented a room here for me to bunk in when I feel lazy and too much of a bum to go back to my loft. Besides,” he said, rummaging into his pockets for his keys, “Easier for me to reach here.”

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 355 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

It all made sense she supposed, having the room there at the inn to bunk down in after a long night. Mia figured in any case he either got it free or a nice discount for him to be able to afford both places on a bartender’s salary around this town. Who was she to know though; he could make tons of money for all she would have ever known. How long he had been there though he dodged a bit choosing not to give her an answer that told her anything definitive. If he was local for at least a while that was possible, but she had grown up there, had he grown up there she figured she would have known him. Recognized him at least.

Following him back inside til they reached the door of what was apparently his room Mia watched him fumble for his keys taking them out and finding the one to unlock the door. As he found it and reached up to open the door Mia looked up and down the hall either direction wondering how busy the establishment actually was. If it was the only place in town probably fairly, but if it was the only one open at this hour as he had previously stated perhaps not. “Homey.” she smiled as they entered the room and he shut the door closed behind them again.

Mia waited right where she was not moving in any direction away from the door. Things were already far from okay between them and not knowing where his things where, where he wanted her to sleep, things of that nature she didn’t want to step on any toes so early in the night. The room itself was quaint like the in itself. It had the things you needed to stay comfortable for any length of time and she could see why he kept it handy rather than just going back to the comforts of home every night. “Thanks anyways I guess for what it’s worth.” She set her bag down against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest looking around for some sort of personal effects figuring she wouldn’t find any here if it was just a crash pad. “I do have some money though if you want me to pay you something. I don’t expect freebies from everyone all the time.” That was key though, not all the time, and that didn’t mean she wouldn’t take them. There were times though that she knew full and well her money could be used in better places and avoided giving it up at all costs. She never intended to “pay” with her body sometimes it seemed as such though especially when she stayed in actual establishments like this. Staying at someone’s house was a bit less formal, and didn’t have all the same sort of sticky rules and faded lines these things did.

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Tag// Jack
Words// Five oh two
Outfit// Here
Notes// Here you go

[jack morrison wesley]

He pushed the door open to the crash pad of the inn; it was nothing fancy, just comprised of a small living room with a door leading to the bathroom, which is not too shabby in its own right. The bathroom thankfully, has warm water for showers and such, and it was not really a bad thing. There is also a small television set, where the usual cable channels were on. A dresser was also there in the room, along with a chair. The bed was a single sized bed propped in the room as well. It was set up just like any other cheap seedy motel, but the interior design in the inn made it look homely.

“Yeah.” He simply replied to her as he took off his jacket and hung it in the closet nearby using a hanger located just in it, as he walked in, while taking off his shoes and dumped it under the dresser. He looked at the bed, knowing full well that it was sorted out in the morning, but that was the least of his worries. He could just let her sleep on the bed for the night, and he really does not mind. Not that he was being gentlemanly or anything, but she needed the bed more than him; that was what he thought. He merely nodded at her as she thanked him for the hospitality. “Don’t mention it. It isn’t much, but at least you’ll be comfy.”

He shook his head as she said that she has some money to pay him, saying that she does not expect charities or getting free reins all the time. “No, you keep the money.” He replied, gingerly. “I don’t really take payment; it’s not like I’m charging you to stay for the night.” He added, grinning at her, as he unbuttoned his shirt as he walked towards the closet again, taking off his shirt and hanging it back in the closet. He took his towel from inside the closet and tossed it on the closet door, as he took his undershirt off, ignoring the fact that he was standing with his torso bare with a woman in the room.

Walking back to the center of the room, he merely smirked at her as she looked a little bit lost. He was not taking any advantage over the fact that she had came into his room by her own volition. Any other guy could say that she could pay for her room by means other than money; but he was no hobo to do something like that. “Well, make yourself comfy, there’s drink in the small fridge there, and there’s crappy TV. I’m just going to take a shower, then you can use the bathroom to yourself.” He said, as he made his way to the bathroom, closing the door just barely.

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 477 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

As much as she hated to say it there were moments like his refusing her money that this guy never ceased to surprise Mia in one way or another. Not that she was upset about him not taking it from her, it meant more for her use later, but she thought for sure after his speech about purchasing a room for the night in the bar that he would have willingly taken her payment from her. If for no other reason than the drinks she had managed to get away without paying for as well.

Her mind was still lost in thought as he approached her again from the front Mia realizing as she snapped back to where they were that he had taken his shirt off at some point. That though on the contrary to the rest of the surprises he threw at her didn’t seem to surprise her, his body that was. Firm, beautiful no doubt, and in amazing shape. The tattoo that she had seen peaking from his rolled sleeves earlier was now in full view and complimented by many more that adorned the upper half of his body. There were other marks though that intrigued her even more, scars it looked like from where she was standing without being too obvious in her staring. Several of varying sizes but all rather small in shape that her mind could have only taken a guess to where they had come from.

Mia’s eyes moved back to his own as he told her than that she could make herself comfortable, a sudden chain being removed from her body she had used to glue herself there til he said so. Drink’s in the fridge, Tv, a few things for her entertainment he offered her to pass time as he disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower. Looking around the room again this time alone she walked over to the Tv clicking it on and changing channels through the handful that came in, several over ran mostly by static. This time of night there was nothing on anyways and within five minutes she turned the power off again resorting instead to taking water from the fridge.

Walking around the room listening to the water running Mia decided to change herself as well while she waited for her turn in the bathroom to freshen up a bit and brush her own teeth. Taking her bag from the floor she set it on the bed opening it up and pouring some of the contents from inside out. After pulling aside her night clothes and things she would need for once he was done she shoved the rest back inside zipping it closed and again tossing it to the side of the room. Finding her way out of her shirt was sort of like a maze with the huge openings in both the back and front pulling it over her head carefully before replacing it with the tank from the bed and doing the same with her jeans and underwear replacing them with the shorts.

Taking her dirty clothes from the bed Mia again opened her bag shoving them inside as she heard the door creak open behind her as she stood up again. Cleaned up obviously, his hair still wet as he joined her in the main room again. Grabbing her hair brush, toothpaste and brush from the bed again she slipped past him into the bathroom shutting the door behind her as she entered. Taking a deep breathe in she looked in the mirror thankful for at least one good night somewhere warmer than her car and proceeded to ready herself for a few hours of sleep emerging again once she was done placing her hygiene items in the front pocket of her bag. Mia found her bottle of water again on the side table taking a drink before replacing it and turning to speak. “There wasn’t a whole lot on Tv so I just grabbed a bottle of water. Figured when you were done it would be lights out anyways after a long night at work. Do you want me to grab you something to drink from the fridge?

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Tag// Jack
Words// Seven thirteen
Outfit// Here
Notes// Here you go

[jack morrison wesley]

He really did not need to take quite a long time showering, as all he did was just get his sorry ass into the shower after he stripped down away from his boxer briefs and his jeans and get his body wet. He scrubbed himself afterwards, before lathering some soap and putting them on his body, thankful that at least his soap was still there. He was running out of it and he was going on planning to buy some later. He finished up double quick, as he dried himself off and hastily dried his wet hair as he puts the briefs and the jeans back on him. He has few clothes that he stashed in the closet.

Going out from the bathroom, he watched as she was already changed into her sleepwear for the night, opting for a top and a pair of shorts; obviously taken out from her bag which she brought in earlier. He mused at the simplicity, noting that most women he knew tend to sleep either completely in the nude, or has somewhat of very skimpy and yet very revealing sleepwear. Grabbing her stuff, she slipped past him without a word as she entered the bathroom without a word. Looking at the door for a glance, he resumed drying off his hair as he sat down on the single bed, thinking about the bed at the moment.

He could call for room service and get an extra mattress or something; but he remembered that the time was not viable enough to merit a call for a mattress. Sighing, he would just leave it at that, and he would let her sleep in the bed, come what may. He might opt to share, but that was totally farfetched and totally out of the question. Muttering again, he tossed the towel aside and leaned back on the single bed for a while. Having her sleep in it later does not necessarily mean that the bed is totally hers for the night; even if he did not mention it to her.

He did not bother to get a shirt to cover up his chest, as he has fewer clothes in the closet here than in the loft that he lived in. Besides, usually he sleeps in the nude anyways; so it would not be a problem. Tonight, however, there was the young woman he invited back, so he had to put up with some form of decency, even if he does not like it at all in the first place. Remembering what she looked like earlier, he was surprised at how different her reaction was, than back earlier when they met at the bar. He just figured that it was just her being thankful and dropped the issue.

As she exited the bathroom, he does not react, but merely watched her actions as she went to the side table and took a drink, explaining that there was nothing on TV and that she opted to just have a bottle of water. He merely listened to her, as she told him those, and nodded when she stopped talking. Well, the no-TV-channels is obvious enough, aside from some silly fluff channels, most of the stations has closed for the night. He shook his head as she offered to grab something from the fridge. “Don’t busy yourself, its okay.” He simply replied to her.

She was standing next to the bed and that he knew that the bed was just a single bed altogether. He merely grinned at her and scooted a little bit to the side. “Well, aside from the chair, there’s no seating place except for the bed, so if you want to sit in the bed, that’s fine.” He told her the small detail about it. “Besides, I’ll be sleeping on the floor tonight. You look like you could use the comfiness of the bed more than I do tonight.” He added, nodding his head, while putting his hands to rest on his stomach, trying to get a feel for the bed before he moved down to sleep on the floor.

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 683 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

Laying on the bed he told her not to busy herself and Mia wondered if he could feel her apprehension as she stood beside him. That was exactly what her attempt had been when she asked if he wanted something to drink, to busy herself. To take away from any kind of awkward silence or strange moments that might happen if she stood still for too long or started babbling in the stillness of the room.

Mia couldn’t help but find her eyes wandering over his body again as he moved over a few inches offering her a small part of the bed to take a seat on beside him. She had never considered they would sleep separately even after her earlier advances because she knew full and well that she could sleep beside him and never mention another word about it. Taking the place on the bed he made for her Mia shook her head when he told her that he would move to the floor shortly. “No. Sleep on the bed please. Not the floor. She hadn’t felt guilty before but then she did even if only slightly. To her the floor was better than the car and she could deal with the upgrade herself, but this was his place, his money kept it, and he didn’t need to be the one sacrificing his bed for her sake. Turning around and lifting her knee onto the bed as she faced him she pulled her hair back into a pony she had on her wrist before speaking. “I am not saying by any means you have to share with me, not that I would complain, but I can take the floor. She couldn’t help it, it was in her nature as a naughty sort of smile again plagued her face. She would never complain sleeping next to a warm body, that was something she wasn’t usually as picky about, her partners though was different story but that idea had already been put on stop immediately and she again let it leave her train of thought.

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Tag// Jack
Words// Three sixty
Outfit// Here
Notes// Here you go

[jack morrison wesley]

Jack merely frowned, but ever so slightly, not too much of a frown that he put on his face as she told him that he should sleep on the bed. He was not going into another argument about it as it was well off into the night. But at least he wanted to voice out his thoughts about it on the matter. “Well, I just feel that the bed would be crowded if I sleep in it with you. Besides, I slept on beds a lot of times, and well... judging from what I see, you look like a traveller and that you rarely found good places to crash in to.”

He was quite impressed with how humble she seemed to bring herself in. She has a point as to why she was telling him to sleep in the bed, and that she can just take the floor and sleep there. It was his room that he bought with his own money and as such he was entitled to everything in the room. She was just a guest in the room invited by his hospitality and his generosity; no matter how he would think of him as being neither. He was more considerate to her blight as he had faced it in the past, and that she at least deserves some comfort.

He watched her lift her knees onto the bed as she told him this, and he merely chuckled to himself; looking defeated. He could not really let her sleep on the floor, much to his consternation, because as a host he should at least be civil to the guest. He got off from the bed and closed most of the main lights, leaving the doorway lights on. He returned back to the main room, as he watched her on the bed. “Well, I don’t really mind that.” He said with a grimace. “I just offered you the bed because I feel you needed it, but if you want to sleep on the bed and ignore the sweaty body next to you tonight, then I don’t see any problem in us sharing it.”

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 354 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

For the most part he was right, she was a traveler of sorts. More like a squatter really. Taking each place she could and staying for the night, as long as she had a roof over her head that was the most important part of her day, even if it was only her car. There had been more than one occasion where a bed the size of the one she found herself sitting on was like now the only furniture in a place and ended up with more than just two sleeping beside one another. To him it may be crowded but to her it would be comfortable and welcomed.

Mia watched him sit up and climb off the bed making his way around the small room shutting off all the un needed appliances, lights and such as he went leaving only the one near the front door on. The brightest part didn’t reach anywhere near them only illuminating instead with a small glow just off the end of the bed where it wouldn’t bother them in sleep. “I don’t mind it at all, I actually prefer it. With him no longer on the bed she took the opportunity to scoot back and lay down making herself comfortable before he were to climbed back in beside her. She faced the middle of the bed, the wall opposite where he stood, staring at the closed curtains on the window feeling her body relax almost instantly as she did so. In those few moments she was glad she hadn’t let her thick headed skull keep her from taking him up on his offer for a place to stay the night. Some of her worst predicaments ended up being the ones she got herself into and for once she had listened to her head instead of her heart or ego for that matter that had been bruised and beaten. One night, than she would move along to the next place, find herself something more steady hopefully, never seeing the likes of the inside of this room again. "So0o," She said as she waited for him to take his place beside her, " would it be off base of me to ask the name of the man I am sleeping next to since you know mine?

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Tag// Jack
Words// Three ninety
Outfit// Pajamas. . . I showed you lol
Notes// Here you go

[jack morrison wesley]

He heard the sound of the covers shuffling together as he went to close the lights in the room, indicating that she was moving into the bed as she did, after he has left the bed and went to the light switches, leaving the place in almost total darkness, save for seeing silhouettes of the room. He could barely see her in the bed, still visible in the darkness, and he was sure she could see him too. He merely stood there as she mouthed her answer to him, saying that she preferred it, and he shrugged his shoulders. Of course she would, she was already groping for his chest the first they met.

He left the thought out, as he does not really want to dwell on what has happened. He figured that she must have a point as to why she wanted to grope him in the first place, and he further guessed shrewdly that it might be because of her search for accommodations and that after the midnight, she does seem desperate to find one. He could picture it out, and he had seen some do that. He had seen girls go up to truckers offering themselves for safe passage across the states. It happened, and he knows the things one can do when they are desperate for something.

He slowly went in and sat down, stretching his legs on the bed as he scooted over towards the small petite frame of the young woman, who he remembered her name as Mia. He ignored her presence being there for a minute as he sighed in slight contentment and began to close his eyes, but his eyes opened again as she asked him about his name, into which he gave her a smirk in the dead of the night. “Well I would definitely say that you are off base; this is night time and all you can ask before you go to sleep is my name?” he added, chuckling for a few minutes, before giving in to civility and said: “Jack.”

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 343 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

In the darkness Mia couldn’t see much accept the outline of his body as she felt him sit down beside him and stretch out on the bed lying beside her. The room was completely silent except for the sound of him breathing beside her and at one point making a sigh before informing her that he thought she was completely off base asking his name because of the time. Although it probably would have been better discussed earlier when she had divulged her own alias to him she had to disagree that this was not as good a time as any. Going to sleep next to a man you didn’t even know their name was probably a bit worse sounding then going to bed next to a stranger who you ONLY knew his name.

Mia let out a soft laugh when she heard him do so as well most of the tension having disappeared between them for the moment. His answer though sort of surprised her to lack better terms. At first glance she didn’t think he looked like a Jack, not that she studied people’s names or personalities. Had she guessed it probably wouldn’t have been anywhere near the top of her list. Now that he mentioned it though it seemed somewhat fitting and cliché, a bartender named Jack. “Jack then. Feeling his skin next to hers though her mind wandered back to the first time she had seen him with his shirt off after arriving in the room, the tattoos, the scars mostly. “Those scars I saw on your abdomen, what are they from? Bracing herself again for some sort of rejection, a crap story that he gave her just to shut her up she didn’t expect much out of him as far as an answer was concerned just waiting for the shut down again. In the silence though she sort of hoped he was semi conversationalist although it probably was a terrible time for it, but that was her problem, right before bed all the things she had thought earlier in the day suddenly surfaced again. This being one of them.

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Tag// Jack
Words// Three seventy four
Outfit// Pajamas. . . I showed you lol
Notes// Here you go

[jack morrison wesley]

He grinned to himself as she laughed softly after he gave her his name. It was a shortened name from his original name and that he rarely calls himself by his real name either. Besides, he was afraid that if he used his full name, people might get wind of his location and that he would have his family hounding him again and making him to flee the place as soon as he can. He really does not want to go away again and travel again. He had a good life here, sheltered from all the glitz and the glam and the rich and famous. He was fine here, and there is nothing anyone could do to change that.

He looked down at his scars lining his torso and abdomen, when she asked him about it. He merely smirked to himself, although she would not have seen him do it. It was pretty obvious what she did earlier, and he was amused by it. “So you were ogling at my body when I was busy taking off my shirt?” he replied, chuckling to himself again, as he looked back at her. The scars were not really from deep emotional and dark-history scars, much to most people’s chagrin when he was asked about it. Most of his tattoos serve as a cover for the scars, but some of them were drawn around it, so to keep his scars on his body.

“Well...” he said, after a short pause from him after she asked him the question. “All of them are scars from accidents and events that happened in my life. Most of them are coincidental, but some are rather by accident or from misunderstandings.” He pointed to the prominent one on his side of the waist; a cut that went around his waist and ended to his back. “This is from a bike accident a few years back.” Points to one on his chest; several fine scars that was on his tattoos as well. “These are glass shard marks from that crash. You can touch them if you want.”

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 348 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// threads here
NOTES// tags back

[mia belle rivera]

The story he told about the scars wasn’t lots of glitz and glamour, no stories of saving damsels in distressed or getting shot somewhere. Mia believed him though and followed his hand across his abdomen as he pointed them each out with a little bit of information about each to satisfy her curiosity. Each one was shaped a little differently some being thicker in tissue then others, and some just barely marks you could see underneath his covering of tattoos. He told her she could touch him and she looked up at him again caught a bit off guard but knowing she wanted to do so.

Reaching up across the covers Mia moved her eyes back down to the multiple scars across his body placing her hand over one of the largest ones letting her fingers feel the contours it made. Moving again to the next one that felt slightly different she felt herself growing more intrigued by him every time she ran her fingers over one of them, almost like stars, no two exactly alike. “Do you have any feeling in them anymore? Or are they just always going to be numb. She had heard so many times before that sometimes it cut through nerve endings and took away any feeling you had when a wound was bad enough to leave a scar like that. With as many as he had it had to be a strange feeling if they were all numb, so many different places across his body, she hadn’t even managed to notice if there were any on his back.

Mia’s hand again moved this time not lifting as she did so, sliding it across his skin going back to one of the biggest ones just to the side and slightly below the left side of his chest. She couldn’t help herself, the thoughts she was having. The moment she had seen him there was an instant physical attraction, at least from her side. The dynamic between them had even changed over the last hour, going from the asshole in the bar to the guy who took her in after finding her in her car. Suddenly she felt a bit more brave then she probably should as she lifted her body from the bed, her eyes finding his one more time before moving her hand and kissing it softly. Softly and slowly leaving her hand resting lightly the curve of his stomach as she did so completely oblivious to the fear of any rejection this time.

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Tag// Jack
Words// Four twenty three
Outfit// Pajamas. . . I showed you lol
Notes// Here you go[/size]

[jack morrison wesley]

He watched her reaction, which to him looked like she was caught off guard by his reaction, and he grinned at her, not knowing whether she could see him do that or not. But in any case, he was satisfied that he could actually caught him off guard, though. Earlier on it was he who was caught off guard with her forward advances. “Well...” he trailed off, looking at her. “You did manage to cop a feel earlier at the bar, and as you are already ogling at my body, I guess why not let you indulge in your curiosity.” He said, grinning at her.

Her hand moved towards the scar on his side as she touched it; letting her curiosity sated with the sensation of the texture and the contour of the scar. As she moved her hand to the other one on his torso, he watched her every move, occasionally watching her face. Even if it was dark, he could see her transfixed in her curiosity and was looking excited at her discovery by her senses. He could even see her eyes glinting in glee as she touched the scars. He mused to himself at her question, as he looked at her. “I don’t really have an explanation for that.” He mused to her.

“Sometimes the scars feel more sensitive than my own skin, so yeah. You can say that I get feelings on them. But some scars are always a mound of healed flesh and so they really don’t have any feelings.” He looked at his own scars. “Good thing I really don’t have terrible scars, though. Most are just nicks, deep cuts and scratches.” He added, watching her explore every scar on his body. As she does so, he watched her own body though, interested in whether she has her own scars or not; now that she was talking about them at one point.

But as he was going to ask her, her hand moved to the scar on the left side of his chest; the one where he was dragged on asphalt. “That one was pretty sick.” He said, feeling her fingers run onto the scar. “I got dragged on asphalt, after I tore a hole in my jacket.” He explained to her. He stayed silent after that, eyes slowly watching her, and turned into slight surprise and amusement as her head bent forward and hovered above his chest. He felt a soft, moist sensation on the scar as she kissed him, feeling her weight on him and feeling her hand on his stomach.

“Mia...” he chuckled, watching her. “What are you doing...?”

TAG// mia
WORD COUNT// 438 words
SETTING// pheasant inn
CLOTHES// jeans and boxer briefs
NOTES// tags back