Jason had always been mildly fascinated by silicone pasties. Something about the way they clung to skin and their consistency. It reminded him of bees. Bees were to fat to fly and yet they did. Silicone pasties were similar. They shouldn't have worked but they did. But in that moment with so much of her skin exposed his curiosity was entirely forgotten.
He had better things on his mind, like how lovely and soft her skin was. Enjoying her touch so much he didn't notice she was touching a scar.
As hungry as he had been when he kissed her, it seemed he was more interested in exploring her now. He had slowed down, the kisses and nips across her collarbone more purposeful while his fingers slowly danced over the skin of her side. They eventually came to cup one of her breasts, his thumb running around the edge of one of the pasties. He pulled back a little just so he could meet her eyes, asking for permission without words.