"Boss." Chrome murmurs her name for him back low in her throat.

His tracing of her scars has drawn goosebumps along her skin. She is alternately over sensitive and unfeeling at different points around her scar tissue and she never quite knows what part of his touch is going to create a reaction for her.

The harmonious flames he sinks into her skin, right over her transplanted organs seep relaxation through her and pull a soft moan from her throat.