[She doesn't say anything to his fingers finding the fastenings of her clothes, in fact she shifts forward to make it easier for him to reach while sweeping her tongue into his mouth again before nipping at his bottom lip as she pulls back. She sets her hands over his briefly, guiding them up to show her consent in him undressing her before raising her arms so that he might pull the sweater off of her completely.]
[Beneath, her skin is a light cream, her breasts small but pert and her nipples taut from the brush of fabric and temperature change. But she had not warned him of her scar, still bright and angry against her pale skin, running from her right shoulder all the way down to her navel, mirrored down her back as well in an unmistakably fatal sword wound.]
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[Beneath, her skin is a light cream, her breasts small but pert and her nipples taut from the brush of fabric and temperature change. But she had not warned him of her scar, still bright and angry against her pale skin, running from her right shoulder all the way down to her navel, mirrored down her back as well in an unmistakably fatal sword wound.]