[heart a steadily growing pace under his thumbs, intermingling with his own. if he focuses hard enough, he can imagine how they'd sound at the same pace, if they'd ever meet that pace to begin with. he does a lot of imagining: what she'd let him do to her (especially as she welcomes the embrace), what sounds would leave her mouth, what she tastes like. skin to skin, water droplets trailing down his face from his hair and trickling onto her shoulder, he thinks she'd let him take her.]

Who wouldn't be lucky to look at you?

[because shadowheart looks to be someone who knows how beautiful she is. his hands linger around hers. this time it's his heart that does an excited jump in his chest. usually no one is familiar with his particular set of skills, or magic - he doesn't know what to call it these days. just is. gingerly, he pulls one hand away from hers (she can keep hold of the other one, he likes how she feels) and wraps his arm around her waist, entrapping her.]

You didn't wanna tell me about your scar, or, well - it wasn't a scar, was it? [casual talk while his free hand roams her belly, snaking up to palm over a breast, catching her nipple between his fingers.] What about what you know? Tell me while I touch you.

[not a question anymore with her kept in his arms, but his tone remains the same. enticing, challenging. he wants to get as much information out of her as he can.]