Only a little? [Pyrrha breathes her response against Matt's lips before they're kissing again, his bottom lip caught snugly between her's. She tries to pour every emotion she has into it, wanting Matt to understand.
Next comes the chestplate, laces and fastenings opening on their own, and Pyrrha's left in the loose, gold undershirt she wears, and her skirt. Matt's shirt comes up and off, and she has to break the kiss to pull it over his head - ] Oh.
[Her gasp is quiet, but given how close they are, she's sure it sounds loud (not to mention, well, super hearing).] How can it look worse? [Pyrrha's fingers skim the bruises and fresh scars, unendingly gentle as she moves along the planes of Matt's chest. To be fair, it's quite possible she's never seen such...total injury.] You are...so much more than you know, Matt.
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Next comes the chestplate, laces and fastenings opening on their own, and Pyrrha's left in the loose, gold undershirt she wears, and her skirt. Matt's shirt comes up and off, and she has to break the kiss to pull it over his head - ] Oh.
[Her gasp is quiet, but given how close they are, she's sure it sounds loud (not to mention, well, super hearing).] How can it look worse? [Pyrrha's fingers skim the bruises and fresh scars, unendingly gentle as she moves along the planes of Matt's chest. To be fair, it's quite possible she's never seen such...total injury.] You are...so much more than you know, Matt.