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Prompt #2: Emma explores Killian's scars. He is self-conscious and trying hard to hide it but she is determined to show him that she loves every part of him.
His skin is littered with them.
From the callouses on his palms (years of gripping the helm of the Roger) to the tiny nick on his left calf (where wooden shrapnel had embedded itself into his shin after a hefty blow to the ship from cannon fire), his body is a star map of ragged skin and scar tissue.
Some are expansive. A particularly nasty one stretches from his bellybutton in a sharp and smooth line all the way around his side and ends just short of the curve of his spine, clearly from a sword fight. There is another that runs in a jagged zigzag down the length of his bicep, smooth and pink against the bronze of his skin.
Others are almost nonexistent. The small line on the bridge of his nose that shows it's been broken at least once (she can't even imagine all the bar fights he's probably gotten into in his long life), or the tiny starburst that hides behind the curve of his ear (she always pays special attention that one). Inconsequential nicks and spots that traverse his body from his shoulder blades to the tops of his feet.
Killian hates them. Believes that they're reminders of a time he'd rather forget. Liar, she thinks but never voices, for she knows there must have been good with the bad, some laughter with the pain. He tries desperately to hide them from her, wearing long sleeve shirts even in the full blown heat of summer and pulling away whenever she runs her thumb over the ones that run across his knuckles. She can tell he's ashamed, but Emma refuses to give up.
He can't hide them forever after all and in the quiet of the night, she shows them how magnificent they are to her. She traces each one with her lips, connecting them with teeth and tongue, and fingertips until he's gripping the sheets and begging her not to stop, gods above don't ever stop. She worships these marks of sacrifice that have made this man, for each is a symbol of a step on a long journey that has brought him to here to her.
And after some time, his sleeves get a little shorter and he doesn't pull away quite like he used to. Emma just smiles.