Kissing Scars

[buckingham]

The Kissing Scars Meme

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 remain; these days, however, there's someone who may be willing to help you bear it. Reply with the usual: canon, character, preferences, et al. You may also want to say if you're down for smut or not, since it's not a given. Be sure to include what side you'd like your character to play. Mention if you can do both the kisser and the kissed. Also, feel free to talk about your character's scars. Reply to others.

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[mylawn]

[Jack stays where he is, only shifting to get more comfortable. It takes a moment, but soon he's brought a hand up to Reinhardt's chest, tracing imaginary patterns as he idles in the aftermath. His breathing evens out, and the furrow of his brow might be evident as soon as Reinhardt speaks up, if only by feel.]

I already said you don't have to thank me.

[Makes it sound like a favor--less like this is something Jack wanted to do of his own volition.]

[panzersoldat]

[ He can feel that furrow and he knows what it's for, but Reinhardt still can't help himself. He knows he doesn't have to thank Jack. This was mutual. Something they had both enjoyed. Given and accepted.

He leans his head down to press a small kiss to the old soldier's hair and murmurs into it. ] I heard you say it. I know. But I still can. Not because I have to, but because I want to.

[ He sighs softly. He wants to ask how long he'll get to keep this, but he knows the answer to that. Not long enough. ]

[mylawn]

[Jack laughs quietly, more of a huff of air than anything else. He stays where he is for a few long moments, letting himself rest against Reinhardt’s chest, finding the steady rise and fall of it to be more comforting than he expected. Too comforting, maybe, because as soon as he feels himself relaxing, he’s shifting, sitting up and moving to get off the couch.]

I should get cleaned up.

[He should get them both cleaned up—he should do something that makes him feel a little less vulnerable.

[panzersoldat]

[ He feels Jack shifting. He knows if he wanted to, he could hold on. He might be able to keep the man on his lap a little longer. But Reinhardt is Reinhardt. He'll never force someone to stay with him like that. So he lets go. It's reluctant, and his hands slide down Jack's back softly before resting against the seat of the couch. ]

Of course.

[ Reinhardt won't follow. He's going to stay put and close his eyes. Close his eyes and count in his head until the moment he's sure he'll hear the front door shut. He honestly doesn't expect Jack to actually stay, even if this is Jack's safe house. He's certain the man has like a dozen more. ]

[mylawn]

[Jack disappears into the bathroom--he's gone for more time than it actually takes someone to use the bathroom, but he thinks after that he deserves a few moments to himself. He cleans himself up, then cups water in his hands and rubs down his face, almost as if he's steeling himself for what comes next.

He returns, though he's not sure if Reinhardt expected him to. When he sits back down on the couch, it's tentatively.]

Here.

[Jack has a warm, damp towel in his hand, which he passes over. If Reinhardt doesn't take it, he'll clean him up himself.]

[panzersoldat]

[ Reinhardt waits. He watches the back he has protected for too many years disappear into the bathroom. He sighs a little. Welp. That's it. He wonders how Jack will disappear. Maybe up through ceiling vents or just wait until he's asleep and walk out. Either way, Reinhardt tells himself not to be too upset. It's not like it was anything more than a good time.

And yet when Jack returns with a towel, he can't keep the delighted surprise off his face. He knows it's just delaying the inevitable but Jack is back and sitting next to him.

He gently takes the offered cloth to wipe himself down a little. ] Thanks. And you don't have to look so worried. I won't bite.

[mylawn]

[Jack is not terribly affectionate--he's got military formality ingrained into the very fiber of his being, so to say he's bad at pillow talk would be an understatement. He hands the towel over and takes his place on the couch, but otherwise looks lost in thought, trying not to watch Reinhardt. Seeing his expression when Jack had re-entered the room was almost too much to bear, and he manages to look a little guilty.]

That's not what I'm worried about.

[No, Jack's head is swimming with too many other things. He's sure he doesn't need to elaborate.]

We should head out tomorrow.

[panzersoldat]

[ He finishes with the cleaning and quickly makes certain his pants are back to being presentable. He doesn't want Jack to feel any more awkward about this than he already must.

It's with a small degree of restraint that Reinhardt doesn't put his arm behind Jack's head. Instead, he just tangles his fingers into the fabric of his trousers and breathes out a soft sigh. ]

We should. [ He knows what Jack means. It's not We as in together going the same direction. ] Since I can't promise you I won't follow you, I suppose I'll have to leave first. But when I do, I'm going to give you my transponder codes. You know I'll come help you, no matter where you are. [ And not just because the orgasm has been amazing. ]

[mylawn]

Sure.

[Jack knows that this is hurting Reinhardt much more than he lets on, but he isn't sure what else he can do. This is the path he's chosen, and the most he can do is just make sure that no one else gets caught in the line of fire. Perhaps it's already too late for that.]

I know that, Reinhardt.

[Maybe the day will come when Jack actually uses it, but for now they both know the transponder will remain silent.]