Blush
It used to hurt him to see her blush, to know that she felt ashamed for something she'd said wrong or done wrong.
But now he loves to see her blush.
This isn't the blush across her face, reddening her cheeks.
This blush is rosy pink, starting at one shoulder, spanning across her chest to the other.
This blush traces the outline of her collarbone and dips delicately down between her breasts, fading there to pure alabaster.
Yes, he loves to see her blush.
Because this blush, you see, means that Kiba has done something very right.
Good boy, Kiba.