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Kissing Scars
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Despite the romanticism surrounding the emotion, it can be difficult to be loved completely — not just the beautiful parts of us, but also the sad parts, the injured parts, the hidden and less-than-pleasant parts. There are marks on us, both physical and mental, that we'd often rather forget. The mental ones can just be easier to hide. As for physical scars, they can be off of our minds some of the time, but that's exceedingly hard to do in more intimate, close moments. Whether it's to your dismay or otherwise, your partner is not looking away and ignoring your scars. To the contrary, they're providing attention in a way most heavily associated with tenderness: kissing. It may be an accidental slip off target, or they may be trying to show you that what you've done and who you've been don't matter to them now. Does the gesture touch you? Make the walls come up once again because of the memories that are dredged from somewhere you'd rather no go? A mixture of both? The wound has long closed, yet the pains remains; these days, however, there's someone who may be willing to help you bear it.
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She tilts her head, considering the wine. "I'd like wine," she decides. "To help to rose tint everything." She's not sure where the expression came from, but she says it anyway.
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Once the order is placed, Sara crosses the room to kiss her warmly. There's no agenda behind the touch, just warmth and affection. "I'm going to get a shower while we wait."
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"We're okay. It's just you and me and nobody else. You can come with me if you want, or you can stretch out and take a nap." Her hand smooths along dark hair. "You're safe."
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She nods slowly, trying to convince herself of the truth (she trusts Sara, just not herself). "I want, I want both," she admits. "I'll come with you. I don't want..." A shrug that explains everything.
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"Get the water started? I'll grab a couple of robes."
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"Trust yourself," Sara drops a kiss to the corner of her lips. "Whatever's comfortable for us." The unknown was frightening, but she had someone to hold on to, someone who wouldn't be taken, someone who understood what it meant to be broken apart.
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So she goes into the bathroom, climbs in the shower. Turns it as hot as it could go for a moment just to feel it. That can be refreshing, sometimes, that abruptness.