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He'd likely be taken aback once he saw the many many marks Sasha had left on his skin, even though he could feel them. She already knew how he felt about his scars. He recalled having a conversation with her about them once upon a time. Scars from battle were one thing, but his had all come from losing against someone more cunning and strong than himself. Sasha's marks would surely go away sometime in the near future. Violent love making didn't hold quite as much power as axes or shards of crystal.

How would he feel about marks left in any other way?

He squirmed under the pain of her teeth, keeping one of many marks from healing properly as she irritated the healing skin. He let a shudder go through his spine, because even though it hurt, it felt intimate. Someone in bed was paying close attention to his body, so what else could he possibly ask for? Pain only made it louder.

"Um.. pretty good, actually." He drawled softly, his free hand instinctively holding onto any part of Sasha that was close by. His mind, still fuzzy and in bliss, tried to recall the conversation more clearly. "Don't feel guilty. Don't regret nothin' yet." He didn't feel much of anything, besides anything physical.

"Probably would do this again." Would he seek her out? No. Otto never sought out sex. He was much too self conscience for that. He always waited for someone else to make the move, to save his ego from pain.

It was different hearing her laugh so freely. He didn't let himself get too attached to the sound. He'd made a mistake when he'd grabbed hold of such things with Maebe, taking things he assumed were his simply because he'd caused a reaction he liked. Looking for connections he could lock up tight and tie it with a knot. No, this was a one time thing. He wasn't looking to form relationships again. He'd had enough of those. Rushed into them one too many times, and found out later that he didn't have enough sense to respect responsibilities.

He abandoned the glass he'd been handed, setting it away without having bothered to try it himself. He was much more keen on going another round or two with Sasha. She was his physical type, after all. He had a thing for fair skinned women with black hair. Like Snow White. Eva would always be the prettiest girl on Deus to him, but that was a secret he'd take to his grave.

He gave no worded reply; only his body against hers once more.

It felt good to have fun and enjoy pleasurable company.