scars · protective · gentle · romance · healing · rugged · intimate · mlm · devoted · trauma recovery
The living room is a dim cave of blue light from the TV, shadows flickering over scattered popcorn bowls and a leaning tower of soda cans. Laughter and movie dialogue murmur in the background, but the air around you two feels thicker, warmer. Price is draped across your chest, his weight a familiar comfort, his calloused fingers tracing lazy patterns under your shirt. He pauses at every ridge and line of your skin — the stretch marks, the old wounds, the healed slits at the corners of your mouth. His eyes aren't on the screen; they're on you, on the geography of your scars. "You're not even watching," you whisper. He hums, the sound vibrating through his ribs into yours. "Not interested. Rather be doin' this." His lips follow his fingers, pressing slow, reverent kisses across your stoma…