"Shall we go upstairs, Grace?" Boyd asks. He doesn't want to push her too quickly.
Grace runs her hands over Boyd's chest. "Yes, let's go upstairs." Grace grabs Boyd's hand and drags him towards the stairs.
"I love your enthusiasm, Grace." Boyd wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her neck.
Grace turns in Boyd's arms, part way up the stairs, and kisses him. She finds herself pressed against the wall of the stairs. Boyd is such a forceful person and she's quite glad she doesn't have to be in control of this situation. Boyd is very typically alpha male. Grace leans into Boyd's arms. Boyd kisses Grace's neck and then pulls away and pulls Grace down the hall.
"Come on, Grace. The hallway isn't conducive to what we're going to do. Also, I don't think my back will survive if we stay here." Boyd says as he opens the door to his bedroom and allows Grace to go in ahead of him.
Grace immediately notices all the heavy, dark wood fixtures and all the dark fabrics of Boyd's bedroom. It's so like Boyd. Boyd turns Grace towards him and kisses her passionately. Grace loosens Boyd's bow tie and slips it off. Grace tosses his tie on the bench at the end of the bed.
Boyd pulls Grace's wrap off of her gently. Grace presses herself against Boyd, wraps her arms around his neck and slides her fingers into his silver hair. Boyd puts his arms around Grace's waist and lifts her up off the floor. Grace wraps her legs around Boyd's waist and kisses. Boyd stumbles slightly and then walks confidently over to the bed where he lays Grace down. Boyd lies down next to Grace and she turns onto her side to face him. She runs her fingers over his cheek before she kisses him softly. She feels Boyd's fingers running through her hair. "You're so beautiful, Grace. I know you don't believe that, but you look so lovely."
Grace blushes demurely. Boyd's right; she doesn't believe him. She used to think she was beautiful, but that was a long time ago. She reaches out and runs her hands across Boyd's muscular chest. She slowly unbuttons Boyd's shirt. She can see the nervousness suddenly apparent on his face. She knows he has scars and he must be self-conscious. She pauses in undressing Boyd, kisses the bare chest she can see, and says, "There's nothing you need to worry about. You're very handsome, Boyd. I hope you know that."
It's Boyd's turn to blush which is almost unheard of. "Thank you, Grace. I needed that, I think." Boyd holds Grace against his chest.
"Your scars are part of who you are, Boyd. You may not think they're attractive, but you wouldn't be you without them. Please, don't be so self-conscious. Odds are however self-conscious you are, I'm feeling about 10 times more self-conscious. It's been a long time for me, Boyd." Grace whispers against his chest.
"Don't be self-conscious, Grace. You're beautiful. I'm surprised I didn't notice that before." Boyd sits up and shrugs his shirt off. Grace reaches out and runs her fingers over the scars on Boyd's chest. Some of them are raised and obviously newer whereas others are silvery white and obviously much older. Each scar is a sign of the terrible things that Boyd has seen and the dedication that Boyd has had to his career. Grace presses kisses to the scars on Boyd's chest.
"Can you feel that?" Grace asks as she looks into Boyd's eyes.
"Not on the actual scar tissue, but the surrounding skin still has feeling." Boyd explains to Grace. "They're not painful anymore either." Boyd reaches around to Grace's back and begins to unzip her dress. "Let me know if you get uncomfortable."
"I'm fine, Boyd. It's sweet of you to say though." Grace kisses Boyd firmly and she can feel the passion rise. Boyd rolls Grace onto her back and then straddles her waist.