Tragos nodded and kissed her again, his hands going around her back to pull her upwards, wondering as he did if she could have lost weight just in the last couple of weeks - no, three, it had been almost three weeks since he'd last seen her. Fuck, it had been awful. He slid his hands beneath her jumper and the shirt beneath, pulling them both up over her head and letting them drop to the side of the bed, sending his own with it to see what the last three weeks had done to their bodies.
He might be covered in bruises, but Marcie, already slim to begin with, had definitely lost weight. He could feel it beneath his hands (his hands felt massive cupping the balls of her shoulders) and when he leaned forward to kiss her neck, he could feel the change in her ribs, too - at least he imagined he could. Had they felt like this beneath her skin last time? He tried not to focus on it, pulling one strap of her bra off her shoulder and kissing along the curve of her breast. That, at least, was as soft as he remembered it, and he sent his hands around behind her back to release her from het bra entirely.