Prompt: "Can you feel this?"
Warnings: suggestions of past trauma, sex
His fingers gently traced the scar below her belly, the scar from where life had been extracted form her so long ago. "Can you feel this?"
"No, I really can't." That wasn't exactly true. There were no nerve endings in scar tissue, but she could still feel the light of the life that had grown there. She could still feel the urge to recoil from that long-hidden part of her history. She could still feel a twinge of insecurity in letting him see, much less study, her disfigured torso. But she knew he didn't see it that way. What she saw as defects, he saw as pages in the story that was her; pages he relished reading again and again.
She ran her fingers through his hair. I really do love this man. The admission calmed her, somehow made her feel freer.
He gazed up at her, mischief in his eyes, a playfully-wicked curl on his lips. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers slid downward. "Can you feel this?"