Doug looked down at her forearms, seeing additional scars, and held them as he kicked off his shoes and socks deftly. He pulled his shirt up, sliding it over his head as she loosened her hug, and stood up. He loosened his belt, breath shaking, amazed that she'd done this so easily. Trying not to over-think his embarrassment, he quickly dropped the rest of his clothing and climbed back onto the bed.
Keeping his eyes shut as he reached out to find her, his hands fell upon her skin as they had when they'd been making out, fully clothed, during that week she'd spent hiding in his place from the world.
As his fingers slid over her breasts, small and firm, her nipples, her body reacted and her breathing changed. He moved closer to her, kissing her neck as his eyes threatened to open, and he saw her hair, black as night. He grinned, happy to know even that small detail, as his kisses traveled her neck to her chest, and finally her breasts, letting the finite cues of her body movements tell him which she liked most. His hands caressed her waist and legs as he did so, feeling more confident as they moved, and hungrier as his desire hardened, his heartbeat pulsing strongly.