[Her grinding on him is more than a little distracting, his eyes fluttering shut and jaw clenching. Once her shirt is off, he's momentarily pulled from his arousal. He sits up with her still in his lap, a finger reaching out to run along the scars on her left wrist. Obi-Wan notices the others too, of course. His brow furrows, lifting the wrist to press his lips against the scarring. His eyes quickly switch back to hungry at her words.]
I would remind you to have patience... but I don't have any myself, right now.
[He pulls his tunic, loosening the fabric at the waist and then tugging it over his head. Obi-Wan's earned no scars here, but he's not without them. Battle wounds from a life hard-lived. The most recent small burns in spots on his shoulders and chest from the lava spray on Mustafar.]
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Date: 2020-12-19 04:15 am (UTC)I would remind you to have patience... but I don't have any myself, right now.
[He pulls his tunic, loosening the fabric at the waist and then tugging it over his head. Obi-Wan's earned no scars here, but he's not without them. Battle wounds from a life hard-lived. The most recent small burns in spots on his shoulders and chest from the lava spray on Mustafar.]