The way she reacts to even the smallest touch is intoxicating, and Jesse understands completely. They’ve both been wanting this for so long, anticipating it, not knowing if relief would ever come… it’s no wonder they feel even the smallest things so acutely.
Jesse can’t comfortably be undressed and also do the same for Ashe, so he sits back instead, eyes locked on her with all of the hunger in him plain to see. And he’s glad he took the time to stop and watch, because her reaction when she gets the last button undone makes every moment of patience worth it. He arches into her touch with a pleased hum, the sound gravelly and low in the back of his throat.
“Like what you see?”
He sounds self-assured, but he hadn’t really had any expectations of what Ashe would think of his body. It’s been through the wringer after all, his skin pockmarked with scars of all kinds. Cuts. Burns. Bullet holes. Med packs were no replacement for a good healer, and those weren’t always available in the field. There’s barely a part of him that has gone untouched by violence.
But Ashe looks at him and touches him like that’s the last thing on her mind.
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Jesse can’t comfortably be undressed and also do the same for Ashe, so he sits back instead, eyes locked on her with all of the hunger in him plain to see. And he’s glad he took the time to stop and watch, because her reaction when she gets the last button undone makes every moment of patience worth it. He arches into her touch with a pleased hum, the sound gravelly and low in the back of his throat.
“Like what you see?”
He sounds self-assured, but he hadn’t really had any expectations of what Ashe would think of his body. It’s been through the wringer after all, his skin pockmarked with scars of all kinds. Cuts. Burns. Bullet holes. Med packs were no replacement for a good healer, and those weren’t always available in the field. There’s barely a part of him that has gone untouched by violence.
But Ashe looks at him and touches him like that’s the last thing on her mind.