As soon as he was done, she pointed languidly at his cheek and asked, “Those scars on your face. Where’d you get them?”
“Why?” he asked, noticing a different tone in her voice.
“They’re sexy looking,” she added playfully.
He sobered a bit, raised one sharp eyebrow, and said with a clever cock of the head, “A massive reaverbear slashed me with its two long claws right before I chopped its head off.”
“Really?” Her eyes were wide.
He couldn’t conceal his smile, confessing the lie in his eyes.
“Com’on! Really?” Rachel pushed his shoulder, a bit harder than she had intended.
They both laughed.
“No,” he admitted.
“Seriously then, where’d you get ‘em?”
“I can’t tell you.” He resisted, then added with a wicked grin. “Then I’d have to kill you.”
Rachel shoved him with a fumbling slap on his chest. “Hot! Got any others?”
“Nope,” he laughed, suddenly sorry that his fae flesh healed so well. “Sorry, those are the only ones.”
“Well, you showed me yours, I guess it’s only fair that I show you mine.” Even she could detect the slurring now from the ale, and she giggled again. Struggling with her tunic shirt tucked into a wide leather belt, Rachel pulled it until a short, thickly seamed scar on her abdomen could be seen just below her ribs.
Keinigan’s eyes were drawn to her soft light flesh there, and his mind uttered a grateful prayer to the gods. He glanced around to see if any other patrons might see this little display as he uttered, “Well, mine are on my face, that’s hardly fair.” Followed quickly by a breathy query, “Got any others?”
Leaning towards him, she caught his mouth in a playful kiss. “Shut up.” She smiled, now feeling much warmer and eager to share his tenderness. “Yes.”
“What kind of scars?” He looked her up and down as he smirked.
“Surgical,” she said. They were very close together now, his lips brushing hers temptingly.
“Really?” he whispered. “Where?”
She grinned, her eyes shining with the flirtatious glee. “They’re down there,” she said pointing to her hips as she watched his eyes flame. “One for an appendix and the other for a hernia.”
“And, how do they look?” He waited with bated breath for her answer.
“If we go someplace private, I might can show you.”
She snuggled in for another passionate kiss. As it ended, he practically overturned the table as he leapt to his feet.
“Oh! Alright, let’s go!” he chimed.