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 Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2015 7:53 pm
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"I think I can live with that." Actually, spending the whole day in her room sounded like a fabulous idea to him. Liam grinned, tugging softly on her belt loops as her hands smoothed up along his chest.
But then she frowned, hands stilling. Liam blinked down at her, confused, because once the worst of the wounds had healed, he'd actually mostly forgotten about the scars, and they certainly hadn't been on his mind now. It meant in the first handful of seconds before her question he panicked, an apology on his tongue, though he had no knowledge of what he could have done. Then she spoke, and that puzzled expression shifted, eyes widening with realization, before he gave a slight grimace as the shirt was pulled over his head.
Slowly he turned so she could see his back. The thick slash the crossed his shoulder blades, and the wealth of rings like jagged mouths. His hand was on the back of his neck, rubbing nervously as he watched her over his shoulder. "No, I didn't have them at the university." Not that he could remember, anyways. "I don't know where they came from, but I had them when I woke up at the Victoria base. The long one even had stitches." His hand shifted, fingertips running over the thinnest part between his shoulders. "Something much have happened in that space of time I can't remember."
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 1:58 pm
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He went very still under her touch, and after a moment, as her fingers traced delicately across the scarred skin, his head turned back around, gaze dropping to the floor, but not focusing there. Liam stayed like that until she was stepping back from him, and for a very brief moment doubt tried to creep in, insecurities telling him she wouldn't want him now, not with the ruin his back had become, but he turned, brows raising as she moved to pull her own shirt off.
Lips parted, for just a second he thought she was simply carrying on with what they'd been doing just before she'd seen the marks on his arms, but then he saw the ones on her. "Harper..." Hands on her shoulders, turning her gently to put her back in the light, then he was tracing the tips of his fingers down the longest of the scars, the one that disappeared into the tops of her shorts.
Something awful had happened to them, something that very nearly could have killed them, but they had no memory of it. It was scary, but not in the way it should have been. There was no lingering fears, no nightmares to keep them up. Nothing.
"It'll be okay." He didn't know what else to day, but that would serve. They were safe here. Maybe they didn't have answers, but they at least had protection, and she was protected on an even higher level. It helped to but Liam's mind at ease. With a soft smile he drew her back with a small pull on her arm, and when she turned he'd catch her chin with gentle fingers, tipping her head up so he could kiss her.
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