Dot: a small mark made with or as if, made with a pen; a speck; a period

Her body was always fascinating. The feel of smooth skin, warm under his hands and snug against his own body. Her hair was thick and soft, the touch of it always light and tickling as it brushed against his skin; easily, he could tangle his fingers through them, feel the soft strands hug his fingers as he lightly pulled them through her hair.

There were marks on her skin as well. Scars from all the past battles were scabbed across her body; most were small, nicked places where bullets bit at her. He grimaced darkly as his fingers traced the rough skin of each and every scar he could find on the bare skin in his reach. With each of them, he tried to imagine where they came from, what extremes she had to go through. Did they hurt? Or did she even notice them? Did she snag them in the adrenaline of battle, unnoticed till the aftermath, or was she caught by surprised?

He could only guess and imagine with each one. He couldn't ask, he knew without asking that she wouldn't have the answer for each one. Unless the scar came out of a big event or episode that she felt was worth remembering, most scars came from dodging bullets and over weapons though, and after they healed, she brushed them off. There was nothing to remember for each and every scar.

Unlike him.

He remembered each and every scar he ever got. Mindful, she has more scars than he does. Being a sniper that always hangs in the back, hidden; scars were rare to come by for him. So each one that he does get, he remembers well.

His hand moved over her arm, coiling around her torso and pulling her close, his lips pressed against the back of her neck. Silently, he listened to her steady, easy breathing, feeling her own mellowed calm seep into him. Gradually, his eyes got heavier and heavier the longer he relished the sound of her breath, the feel of her presence. Finally, his eyes sealed themselves closed as he gave into the wariness of sleep, his hands resting over the marks and dots that skittered over her skin.

it really must be a fetish of mine. i love writing lovers in the morning X)

and the reviews are multiplying! :DD

next chapter will be uploaded on the 21 or 22nd, a holiday special, as requested :)