The instant she heard the groan she felt shivers travelling down her spine. She had done that. She had gotten that reaction from him. She had no time to admire the skin on show when his shirt came off, their lips barely parting for a second. Then she could feel his warm hands over her back and she reached down, grasping her shirt in her hands and pulling away from his lips to lift it, letting it fall to the floor. It was then she noticed something new that was certainly not there when she stitched that arm when he was hit by the arrow.
"Is that a tattoo?" she asked with a grin as she tilted her head, running her fingers over the dark cross slowly.