SuFin - Body Language

Chapter 4

I lied. Not sure how many chapters there will be, but I'm thinking two more. Da?

Nearly five months had passed since that night, which Tino felt to be so long ago. He had come to discover that Berwald was a rather modest man about "makin' love," as he said it. Even though the couple had been presented with numerous opportunities to do so, Berwald always stopped short of Tino being able to take his boxers off. Tino figured it was from the "emb'rrassin'" scar, but Berwald always claimed to be waiting for the right time.

It was frustrating, and also rather gentlemanly. Tino and Berwald had shared some rather exciting nights since their fist kiss, but, to be honest, Tino wanted more. There was so much tension in the air on those nights when Tino was feeling extra…hungry… When Tino would kiss too fervently, hoping for more from his man, but to no avail. Berwald would slow the pace down, keeping a level head and not getting caught up in the moment. Sure, he always made sure Tino was absolutely satisfied, but Tino longed for just a little more.

Tino didn't really even care about that one particular scar that seemed to run to his lovers nether regions, simply because he had gotten used to it. The fact of the matter was that the Swede's entire body, aside from his face and neck (surprisingly), were covered in scars. Scars ranging from teensy-tiny nicks that were so old and healed over that the Swede didn't even remember where they came from, (Most of those, he discovered were on his legs- and Tino, being the 'detective' that he is, deduced that they were just from running through forests as a Viking and such.), to the four-inch scar on the man's lower back.

That one Tino really hated, mostly because, when examining his lover's body close enough, he realized that the four-inch scar on Berwald's back, and a slightly smaller scar on his lower abdomen aligned perfectly. To Tino, it seemed that Berwald had been stabbed in the back. He never really found them interesting individually because he just assumed they were from Berwald's woodworking hobby. So he decided that instead of another make out session before bed, Tino would ask about the two scars, hoping they were just from woodworking.

"Be, do these two scars match for a reason?" Tino implored, holding an index finger on each scar, preventing the man from getting into bed.

Berwald grunted a reply and hugged Tino, placing a chaste kiss on the man's lips.

"Did…you get stabbed…in the back?" Tino asked, forcing the words out of his mouth, as the two of them began preparing the bed for sleep, removing the throw pillows, and folding down the decorative sheet (that Tino just had to have). He wanted to know who did such an awful thing to his husband. Tino wanted revenge, and all he needed to know was a name.

Berwald laid down in bed, with Tino curled up next to him. The Finn looked into his eyes and silently begged for an answer, a tactic he knew always worked after a few minutes.

"Was a w'man." Surprise and shock sped through every inch of Tino's being. A woman? Tino instantly assumed that this woman was a lover of Berwald's, and his heart sped as his mind began to race. He was absolutely silent. Thankfully, Berwald continued.

"Brag'nsky n' I use' ta be… close, sorta." He kissed the Finn's forehead in an effort to reassure him that nothing scandalous ever happened between him and the Russian. " 'e's gotta littl' sist'r. Name's N'talia…"

"She's crazy, I know her!" Tino interjected, his head on Berwald's chest, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat, and the sound of his voice as it rumbled in his chest.

Berwald's throat went dry as he tried to explain the situation without actually recalling to Tino all the details. "N'talia didn' like me ver' much." He mumbled, hoping Tino would understand, and not be too upset over perhaps the most heart-wrenching blemish he had.

Tino remained silent. He was furious, but not about to hit a girl. And since when were Berwald and Ivan on good terms? He realized that Berwald's silence meant that Tino would have to coax the details out of him.

"So what happened?" Tino asked, placing a gentle hand atop of the smaller scar.

"Met 'er on my walk h'me fr'm Brag'nsky's," the man mumbled, "she came a' me, yellin'." He said, placing his hand atop of Tino's. "I won' hit a g'rl." He declared, as he intertwined their fingers.

"So Natalia stabbed you!" Tino asked, confused, and upset about the violent crime committed, and to the whole situation.

"Ja." Berwald admitted, feeling relieved. He liked being able to tell Tino the things he hated admitting to himself. It almost made his burdens feel bearable; knowing that the ones he cared for so much wouldn't think he was horribly grotesque. " 't's okay, T'no. 't's in th' past. Can't do an'thing 'bout 't now."

Berwald looked at his body, and then to Tino's. Tino had nearly perfect skin, only a few nicks here and there. It- he, rather, was so beautiful, lying there next to him, with his head on his chest. Berwald took a deep breath, catching the fresh, clean scent of Tino's shampoo in his airway. He adored that smell.

"Bea'tiful." He mumbled more to himself than to Tino, gingerly kissing the top of the Finn's head before rolling to his side and holding Tino in a close embrace. Oh, how the Swede loved to cuddle. How did he get so lucky to find someone like Tino?

"Huh? What was that, Be?" Tino didn't quite hear what the man said, and he had learned that if Berwald said something, without being prompted to, that it was something important.

Berwald blushed as Tino's eyes met his; he felt his heart speed up as Tino's lips brushed his, innocently. There was so much passion he was holding in. The Swede truly wanted his and Tino's first time to be special. He was waiting for tomorrow night, Raivis's birthday party. Peter was going to stay the night at the Latvian boy's house, and therefore, leaving him and Tino alone.

"Yer bea'tiful, T'no." Berwald said, feeling his heart soar as Tino smiled at the compliment, and placed another, more endearing, kiss on Berwald's lips.

The couple cuddled in silence, until Tino felt a shiver up his spine. He decided now would be a good time to pull the covers over the both of them.

Tino looked up into Berwald's face. His eyes were closed, with his glasses still on his face. He was sure that the other man wasn't entirely asleep, but just resting in that peaceful place between consciousness and slumber. Before covering up their bodies, Tino glanced down to that scar that was half hidden. He was now more intrigued as to find out why that one happened, because he truly did not expect the answer he got tonight.

As Tino sat up, his mind wandered to what other scars might lie hidden under the Swede's boxers. Terribly tempted, and hoping Berwald would be very compliant, Tino placed his hand on the Swede's hip. Berwald opened his eyes, slowly, peacefully. They looked into each other's eyes, Tino asking, Berwald answering.

Tino gently slid his thumb under the elastic of Berwald's boxers, keeping his eyes on the Swede's. Tino was looking for those slight changes in the man's eyes. No change. He persisted.

Berwald took a breath and watched Tino's hand, as Tino watched his eyes. He was nervous.

"Finn." The man looked slightly unsettled, "I alw'ys loved ya." Berwald confessed, blushing, before deciding that he should just get the telling of this scar over with.

"Be~" Tino placed a chaste kiss on the scar that he was slowly revealing. "I'll always love you."

A few more where this came from, and I got a pretty darn good reason for this mysterious scar of Sweden's! Oohohoh!

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