With every soft kiss on his every scar she tames the fire inside of him.
Like ocean waves lapping at him on an unbearably hot summer's day, she tugs the well-used sheets off his naked form gradually while searching his upper body, finding each healed cut still visible. Tracing the contours of his defined anatomy with her fingers lightly while his hand makes its way into her raven locks. A silky, black ocean weaving through his grip. She comes to brush his missing eye gingerly with her flower petal lips. The dormant beast leans up to kiss her directly himself before she can pull away. His reliable hand positions itself reassuringly at the nape of her neck. Stroking it now and then, sparingly, as if he is saving up an emotional currency. He admires her as she lays her head across his ribs and overwhelms him with her stare. A hint of a smile spreads across each face, as he cannot hide it either.
His hand is resting against her neck. She takes it in her own and presses her lips to his hardened palm, savoring the action milisecond by milisecond, her eyes closing.
She lets go of existence, melting into his torso. Enjoying the ray of sunlight falling across them from a nearby window.
After years of cold tears, the fire she catches from contact with him, is welcomed.