Abigail and Finn
Abigail giggled at the double entendre and looked up at him. "I like being in your arms too. It feels safe." She meant it as a compliment, maybe the best compliment she could give. It was hard for her to ever feel completely safe.
She pressed a tender kiss to his chest when he lifted his shirt. It was so easy for him to show her his scars again, making her wonder if some day she'd have that same courage. Her hand travelled back to his waist. "There soft because of Hannibal's influence." She murmured quietly. Before she'd met him, she'd never indulged in anything fancier than soap and water. Now, she had a variety of creams and moisturizers to pamper herself with after hunting and other work. He'd changed her in so many ways.