[He'd forgotten about the scars. Maybe because he only saw them for a second before she slid her shirt on back in the infirmary that day, but as soon as he feels the smooth, raised lines, the memory returns — and with it comes everything else all over again, so maybe that's why he's suddenly kissing her a little more deeply, holding — pressing, more like — her closer still.
It's not at all subtle, the way he's switching between what feels like wanting her and needing her. The pattern keeps changing as he tries to get the image of her in that hospital bed out of his mind: hungry, rushed kisses one second, followed by a trail of light kisses around her chin the next before he loops back around and catches her lips once more.
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It's not at all subtle, the way he's switching between what feels like wanting her and needing her. The pattern keeps changing as he tries to get the image of her in that hospital bed out of his mind: hungry, rushed kisses one second, followed by a trail of light kisses around her chin the next before he loops back around and catches her lips once more.
Saul is in so much trouble.]