[ He tries not to wince when he feels Isabelle move - it's never, exactly, the most pleasant moment, but he relaxes when she settles against him once more, her lips to his skin making his eyes flutter shut contently.
He lets his fingers trace random shapes on the skin of her back, feeling bumps of old scars there - nothing he doesn't have himself, even if he can imagine that the circumstances in which they've acquired them are very different. He still feels like he could spend hours learning the shape of Isabelle, what makes her giggle and what makes her sigh, what parts of her are more sensitive than others, where he shouldn't touch. He's eager to be able to know these things about her.
When she speaks, he opens his eyes, looking down with a grin. ] Hi. [ Free hand reaches up to her cheek, thumb brushing her skin. ] That was... unexpected.
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He lets his fingers trace random shapes on the skin of her back, feeling bumps of old scars there - nothing he doesn't have himself, even if he can imagine that the circumstances in which they've acquired them are very different. He still feels like he could spend hours learning the shape of Isabelle, what makes her giggle and what makes her sigh, what parts of her are more sensitive than others, where he shouldn't touch. He's eager to be able to know these things about her.
When she speaks, he opens his eyes, looking down with a grin. ] Hi. [ Free hand reaches up to her cheek, thumb brushing her skin. ] That was... unexpected.