History in Flesh
Her lips had insulted him, informed him, kissed him; his lips had insulted her, informed her, and kissed her. Her hands had punched him, healed him, caressed him; his hands had captured her, healed her, caressed her. Her eyes had looked on him with hate, with pity, with friendship, with love; his eyes had seen her with cold scientific curiosity, with the earliest hints of lust, with friendship, with love; between friendship and love, they'd swapped one. Her belly bore the marks of their child, his a little rounder now with age. Their shared history was a part of them.