How We Are. His skin is rough.How We Are.6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Not enough to cut, but just enough for her fingers to catch on when they run over the hard planes of his back. Its texture varies under her touch - the sensative skin of his neck is soft when she slides her fingers along it, slipping into sweat-heavy hair. He's not gentle, but a tenderness blunts the edge of his passion when he kisses her with full, cool lips, and his cold eyes soften as they look down upon her through hair the color of the sea.
Her skin is soft.
Not delicate enough to bruise at the slightest touch, but smooth when his hands slide along her heaving sides. Her body is like silk over steel under his touch - powerful and beautiful as his fingers knead into her quivering muscles. She's not rough, but strength sharpens the edge of her demurity when she kisses him with thin, warm lips, and her g