3. Marks
With tenderness, her fingers trace along his forearm, then slowly to his wrist. His reaction is immediate: a wince of his body and instant retraction of his wrist. This causes her to frown. "Do they still hurt…?"
He merely nods. "On occasion, although they're healing on their specific pace."
Athena's hands grab at his large one – delicately, not trying to provoke any unwanted sensations. She hesitates, thinking he'll snap at her, but when he catches on to what she requests to do, he simply nods as reassurance. Her lips press to his wrist, making him writhe faintly, until he relaxes. A sigh ensues.
"I'll make sure these heal," she whispers softly.
Simon doesn't catch her words, but her trail of soft kisses to his wrists lead him on to what she meant.