Show her

I lift up the back of my shirt to show a six inch scar where the guy had sliced my back, just below the shoulder blade.

"Oh wow," she says, "Did it hurt?"

I smile, "Yeah, it hurt a hell of a lot. I can't remember how many stitches it took to close it."

"How can you smile at that?"

"It's an old wound, you'd be surprised how you look at them. It'll be the same for you after a while when you look back on what Elric did to you."

"It's not the same," she said "That is totally different"

"Not really, when you hear people talk about divorces, or breakups, they often sound bitter because they never let the wound heal. They let it fester in their souls, they pick at it in memory and can't get over it"

Sara looks thoughtful and then asks to see the scar again. I lift my shirt and she runs her finger down the length of the cut.

"Can you feel when I touch it?" she asks.

"Sort of," I reply, "If you prick the scar with a needle I don't feel anything, but I can feel your finger on the skin around it"

I start to pull my shirt back down when Sara stops me. "No, I want to see the rest"

I pull my shirt off and Sara looks over my body, "You weren't kidding, you have been hurt a lot." Her voice has taken on a flinty edge.

"Part of the job..." I trail off as I look into her eyes. I see her as the glowing angel again. I reach out to touch her face. She puts her hand over mine and rubs her cheek against it. We lean toward each other and touch our lips together, just for an instant. We realize that this is something we both want and kiss each other. Our lips meet together, my lips are slightly wider apart as they hit hers. I close them as I pull away, pulling her at bottom lip ever so slightly. Our lips touch again, this time a little bolder. We push ourselves close and wrap our arms around each other.

I nuzzle Sara's ear with my nose and kiss her jaw line. She responds by rubbing her hands up and down my torso. We lock lips again and she lays me back on the couch. She leans over me and starts to kiss the scars on my chest. I breathe deeply and take in as much of her essence as I can. She sits up and takes off her blouse, a soft lace bra holds her pale white breasts in place. I cup her with my hands as she reaches around her back and unhooks her bra. She pulls the straps slowly over her elbows and I lift the garment away from her skin. Her small nipples are a light brown. With my hands, I caress her belly and run my hands up to her breasts. I use my ring fingers and trace along the contours of her flesh. I move under her breasts and down their gentle slopes. Slowly I form circles around her nipples, which are becoming erect from the sensation.

I sit up and kiss her on the lips again. Her legs wrap around me as she positions herself onto my lap. Her dress has bunched up around her hips.