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3: back kiss

It’s the first time he’s been shirtless in her bar.
Well, not in her bar, more like in her apartment upstairs.
And he’s dressing in her room where she said she wouldn’t come in,
but Locret never follows her own rules half of the time. If she were any
thing but what she is it would have never happened.
It’s been a while since she’s craved a little intimacy.

He didn’t seem to mind her, either. After all they’ve flirted
on the occasion, and weren’t strangers to each other.
Of course Locret is more of a creeper than a stranger.
She’s been hovering in the doorway to her little bedroom and watched him remove his alcohol stained shirt in front of her full length mirror.
The dim glow of her bedside lamp accents the dips and curving shadows
over his muscular frame.
But the light caught more than muscle— she could see the rippled and puckered skin on his shoulder, his back, and the nape of his neck.

Only then did she remember that this man, this sorcerer, had
been alive ages before her. His own skin told his story, where
scars acted as inked letters.
He didn’t seem to hear her approach, as all to sudden her arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Everyone dwarfed Locret some how.
the top of her head came barely to his shoulder blades.
There she placed small kisses against the dotted scars.

Locret rarely shared such an affectionate gesture.. If you asked her she couldn’t
tell you why she kissed his back so tenderly. She would probably
lie if you implored. In her head, it only seemed right in that moment.

He saw her come in through the mirror, and though suddenly conscious of his scars, she knew enough about his past to understand that such histories always came with a branding. Everything exposed to that much heat did.

The silence crowded in his ears, but he pretended not to know she was there, even though her aura brushed against his. The warlock was almost curious at such an internal gesture, and before he could make sense of it, he felt her hands rest upon his hips, and he jerked at the contact. When she started kissing his scars, he shuddered, the sensation more intense within his aura sight than the actual physical contact. 

His hand found hers and he took hold of it, squeezing gently. “What are you doing?"