Yes

After a bit of contemplation I nodded. “Alright.”

Ann blinked, genuinely shocked but also looking needy. “R-really?”

I took a little breath. “Really.”

She nodded a bit to herself before looking at me. “Where would you like me?”

I glanced at our beds, a smile spreading over my face. “My bed.”

I climbed off of her and she got up, going over to my bed just a bit too quickly. I pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes on the way over. She sat on the edge of the bed so I straddled her again, this time letting my hands fall to the hem of her shirt.

I took a little breath and pulled her shirt off, leaning in and kissing her after. She moved her hands to my hips, massaging and rubbing them. I relaxed a bit to that, enjoying the kiss and psyching myself up to take her bra off.

But she caught me off guard. Suddenly her hands moved up, slipping under my shirt and exploring my back and stomach. My breath hitched as she ran a finger over the piercing in my belly button, gently playing with it.

“You can take my shirt off,” I mumbled.

She nodded and gently broke the kiss, pulling my shirt over my head, kissing my neck after. I could feel her giving me a look over, which subconsciously made me cover myself with my arms. She put her hands on my shoulders, gently rubbing.

“Hey, it’s alright, you’re gorgeous.”

I nodded a bit, slowly moving my arms back around her. She went back to kissing my neck, not trying to escalate anything, probably for my sake. I closed my eyes and tried to just relax, eventually getting the courage to go back to taking her bra off.

I took a breath and undid the clasps. Her breath hitched a bit and I slid her bra off. It took me a moment to actually look at her boobs, they were bigger than mine, and looked round and squishy. Stress ball...

Focus, Rasp. Sex.

Right.

She looked pretty self conscious, and it took me a moment to figure out why. Her chest was littered with scars, some straight like knife marks, some looked like bite marks. It didn’t take me long to piece things together, she had a very abusive ex, as in he chopped her leg off just below her knee. I’ve never gotten many details, I’ve just seen her have some attacks, and I’ve seen her prosthetic every day.

I gave her a little smile, rubbing a scar with my thumb. “It’s okay, no need to be ashamed.”

She just nodded a bit, I could tell she didn’t believe me completely, but she was more comfortable. In one swift moment she moved her hand to my back, hooking her finger under the back of my bra.

“May I?” she purred in my ear.

It send tingles to my stomach, so I nodded without a second thought. My bra fell off after a moment and I shivered slightly. She tossed my bra away and took me in.

“You’re pretty.”

I just nodded lamely as a response, I felt a bit lightheaded and I was definitely out of my element. She ran her hands up my stomach, settling them on my lower ribs.

“Can I touch them?”