For the Fluffbruary prompt 7 "hand".
Once in a while, his hand still hurts where his fingers were burnt by that crazy mage. Rience. Firefucker, Yen calls him. She can always tell from how his lips curve subtly downward and his eyes cloud over with the sudden phantom ache. She takes his hand in hers, tenderly traces the faint burn marks with the tip of her finger, gently breathes kisses onto the old scars. Then they make love, wild and hot, skin against skin, their very own fire.
Yet, this fire does not burn him.
There is no better medicine to drive the lingering pain away.