"So polite," Will murmured, undoing the fly of her jeans and pushing them down off her hips. He bent down, untying her shoes and removing them one by one, then pulled her jeans down to her ankles and helped her step out of them. He rose again, fingers of one hand trailing up her leg, and he pressed a kiss to the bottom of her belly, his hand going where it was invited to stroke her gently over the cotton of her knickers. He looked up at her and smiled, kissing his way lightly up her torso, over her breasts to her shoulders, and then he slid his free arm around her back to pull her in close. "You are beautiful," he said softly against her lips, as the ridges of her scars brushed against his arm.