A sigh slipped out of her as Kell tugged her closer, warm hands roaming up her back. She tilted into them just slightly, unconscious, as his fingers found the deep grooves in her back, the scars there. Three, long and jagged, from just beneath her right shoulder to her left him. There was no shame in the touch; she did not pull away. But she forgot, sometimes, what it felt like for someone to touch her in a place full of so many memories and so much pain.

Her breath coming out as a brief shudder, she leaned in to kiss him again, nibbling for just a moment at his lower lip. Kell coaxed her to follow him down, down, down, until he'd gone to sit on the cot with her over his legs, straddling his hips. There was red on her face now, in the points of her ears that were nearly hidden by the fall of her hair. None of this was new to her. But...it was Kell. Kell, who she wound closer to in increments these few months, and who drew her into his orbit so easily.

Hands going up to his face, she bent to kiss him again. The heat was back, her tongue sliding over his lower lip. Fingers drifted down over his throat, down to his shoulder, kneading there.