His eyes run down her body slowly, that one hand resting on her naked hip. His lips purse and he shifts a little, starting to swell in anticipation. The arm he's been resting his head on comes free and it joins the other on her body, stroking his thumb over a nipple, light as anything, while the other rubs a small circle on her inner thigh.

'Like I said. Gorgeous.'

He means it too. Scars mean nothing to him except curiousity to be dealt with later. The knot of excitement forming at the base of his belly needs to be nurtured first.

'You OK? Not scared?'

He wants her to enjoy it. And wants to know how careful he's got to be. It seems easier to ask than to make a mistake at some crucial point.