Prompt: Scar
He'd seen the scar before...he'd changed her bandages for days after her surgery, but this wasn't like that. The last time he'd seen it he wasn't half-naked and looking at her like he wanted to devour her. His lips weren't nibbling on her neck and the fingers unbuttoning her top weren't trying to help a sick friend...they were making love to her one long, rough, hot digit at a time.
"Derek," she said, just before his fingers slid the fabric that covered her away, "My..." she can't finish because his fingers are tracing over her scar under the fabric. He pushes it away and leans down, his tongue sliding along the ridge of scar tissue that mars her skin.
"Beautiful," he whispers and the one word, the one action sends a bolt of love and lust through her whole body as she pulls him close and forgets every insecurity she has.