[As accustomed as he is to walking, running, and doing battle in heels - the latter requiring an impeccable sense balance when he resorted to handspringing and other evasive maneuvers -, it’s nothing short of a relief to shuck them off at the end of a long day. He lets them drop, his leather, short-sleeved jerkin and shirt following. But his trousers are left clinging to his hips.
He moves past her, not stopping to watch her undress. There’s nothing to see that he won’t in a moment, nothing that makes hot lust twist deep in his belly.
He tips back-first onto the bed, arms spread, lids falling shut. The mattress bounces beneath him. It has always been too large for him alone, and it almost brings a wry smile to his lips to remember why he had chosen something of this size in the first place.
He takes the time to pull in what feels like the first deep breath in days as he lays there, cold and unreachable, dull-pink stripes and patches of scar tissue almost lost amongst the patterns of ink sprawling down his chest and stomach.
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He moves past her, not stopping to watch her undress. There’s nothing to see that he won’t in a moment, nothing that makes hot lust twist deep in his belly.
He tips back-first onto the bed, arms spread, lids falling shut. The mattress bounces beneath him. It has always been too large for him alone, and it almost brings a wry smile to his lips to remember why he had chosen something of this size in the first place.
He takes the time to pull in what feels like the first deep breath in days as he lays there, cold and unreachable, dull-pink stripes and patches of scar tissue almost lost amongst the patterns of ink sprawling down his chest and stomach.
His gauntlets stay on.]