Made of scars

A/N: I'm pulling another time skip, just five days or Sunday. Anyway, I'm actually hoping this will raise a few questions.

"Female, what are you doing?" he asked, lifting his head slightly.

Locking her emerald irises with his ruby orbs, she smiled and answered, "I finished counting the scars on your chest and abdomen, so now I'm counting the ones marring your back."

"You're weird, but I can live with it. Why are you counting them anyway?"

"I woke up early and didn't have anything better to do."

Tracing one that went from his hip to his lower back, he growled and gripped the pillow beneath him. "That one is sensitive; actually it's the only one from war."

"Then what about the other scars, even the ones on your arms?" She questioned, gently poking his shoulder.

"Genetics." She gave him a skeptical look at that as he continued, "You're not buying it are you?"

Sandy shook her head, persisting, "Nope, so tell me."

"Then tell me why you're afraid of certain physical contact?" he asked, pulling her into his lap.

"I'll only tell you in exchange for how you got the majority of your scars." She answered, feeling his eyes set on her collarbone.

Taking her hand and softly brushing his lips against hers, he muttered, "Deal."

Letting his head drop to her neck, he bared his canines growling softly. Quickly pulling away from her, the gleam in his eyes dissipated. "The corner of your mouth is bleeding." She said slightly panicked, leaping out of his grasp and coming back with a wet towel.

'Was I biting my lip after?' He internally questioned, letting the blood stop. Looking over her, he inquired, "What are you dressed for?"

"Amy wanted to talk to me about something, and I've been working for the past week." Sandy explained, walking towards the door.

He nodded, thinking, 'I wonder if she wants…offspring. It wouldn't be that bad to reproduce, unless she's uncomfortable about it.'

A few hours later, Shadow smirked lightly at hearing the door open and later close. Rushing towards her, he said, "I've been thinking…"

"I might want kids." She continued for him, wringing her hands together. Wrapping his arms around her, he nodded in agreement. The only problem was she's scared of the idea, unbeknownst to him of course.

A/N: I stayed up all night writing this, trying not to get caught by my parents. The time I stay up for you people, I'm kidding. Review please.