Ashe drinks him in, enjoying that he's there and hers to touch. The scars don't go ignored but she doesn't care about them or find them off putting. If anything, she wants to learn more about their history. A couple of them were familiar to her and she could easily recall the details of those, but most were during the years they were apart.

She had her own scars from years of close calls and violence. They'd been apart, but they'd both kept fighting. Underneath her nightshirt, she had her own history etched into her body in healed lines and bad memories. Some she'd covered over with ink in desert flowers and meaningful symbols, but she was not so different otherwise, touched by her own stories. Stories for later. Now, she was far more focused on exploring and getting to know his body rather than what had brought it pain.

Her hands reach down to smooth across his chest, fingers dancing along lines in a playful way, hoping to tease and make him desperate for more.

"i'd have to be blind not to." Once her hands have gripped and caressed to the point where she feels she's teasing herself more than him, she leans her body forward, pressing her chest and breasts against him. She's frustrated by the barrier of her own nightshirt between them, but she satisfies herself momentarily by a roll of her hips against his while curling her fingers around the back of his neck and kissing him deeply once again.