Touch
The first time she let him touch her was when she requested that he burn her father's secret sealed on her skin much to his confused caution. She never told him why, and he never asked. It was the first time she put her trust in his hands, and he vowed to never betray that trust for in return, he placed his own in hers. It pained him though, to hear the muffled cries of pain as she determinately kept her tears in check.
Now, years later, he's touching her again with a different kind of fire, the invisible heat that alights deep in her belly and sears under her skin tracing the path his fingers trail over ink and raised flesh. The pain's long been forgotten, but her secret is still hidden underneath her skin and he can read where the words disfigure.
She sighs when his mouth replaces his hands and he's starting to think each touch brings him closer to understanding why she asked for these burns.