Chrome smiles, and shifts, lifting the thin silk over her head and dropping it away towards the empty part of the large bed. She doesn't know if Tsuna wants something sexual or just confirmation of her, but it doesn't matter.
"However you want to."
She will give him as much of herself to touch with no illusions as he wants. Her scars are all there, from the accident and organs, eating up her skin across her right ribs and her stomach, but there are other smaller ones too littered here and there from later years.
With Tsuna, admittedly, sometimes the lines can be rather blurred. The soft way he ghosts his hands across her chest is very much similar to the way he enjoys touching his partners in bed- adoring them, worshiping them, taking his time so that he doesn't forget the shape of their bodies. Chrome has never been any different, with how much he loves her, too.
Every scar gets his utmost attention as his fingers trace out the lines and shape, eyes staring down quietly, and he lingers on every curve of her breasts. It's when his touch reaches the blatant scarring on her sides that he slows even further. Flame flickers to life again at his fingertips, but just briefly, a flare of soft orange, and sinks into her flesh.
"Chrome," he whispers after a moment, blinking rapidly in succession a few times, but still a little spacey.
"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.
Whether he actually notices the sound that pours out from Chrome is a mystery. Tsuna doesn't act like he hears her, just slides his fingers against the subtle differences where her skin is scarred and not. Something about it seems to sooth him and, eventually, he curls up against her side with his head on her stomach and hair brushing along the underside of one breast.
"It's really you." The world is starting to come into focus again.
Chrome hums and carefully threads her fingers into Tsuna's hair. It tickles the sensitive skin it's brushing against as she plays with it, but a tickle is by no means the hardest sensation she's ever had to work around or ignore.
"It's me, Boss. In the flesh, no illusions. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Despite the conversations they've had in the past, Chrome's fingers still rank high in Tsuna's list of favorite things about her. Something about them is noticeable, unique, as they thread through his hair, and Tsuna breathes. In, out, slowly. Steady.
Safe. Everything is safe, and Chrome is there. No one else.
"...Tell me a favorite memory. Between the two of us. Please?"
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"However you want to."
She will give him as much of herself to touch with no illusions as he wants. Her scars are all there, from the accident and organs, eating up her skin across her right ribs and her stomach, but there are other smaller ones too littered here and there from later years.
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Every scar gets his utmost attention as his fingers trace out the lines and shape, eyes staring down quietly, and he lingers on every curve of her breasts. It's when his touch reaches the blatant scarring on her sides that he slows even further. Flame flickers to life again at his fingertips, but just briefly, a flare of soft orange, and sinks into her flesh.
"Chrome," he whispers after a moment, blinking rapidly in succession a few times, but still a little spacey.
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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.
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"It's really you." The world is starting to come into focus again.
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"It's me, Boss. In the flesh, no illusions. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
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Safe. Everything is safe, and Chrome is there. No one else.
"...Tell me a favorite memory. Between the two of us. Please?"