Leave A Scar

I was a bit surprised when he spoke my name, so soft and quiet that I wasn't even sure I'd heard it. I turned around from closing the door, seeing him sitting on the foot of the bed. His eyes were hidden with his bangs, back hunched and hand in a fist. Trying to stop it from shaking.

"What's wrong?" I asked immediately.

Ed shook his head, making me notice the blush on his face. "It's nothing bad," he said. "I..."

He raised his head up a little bit, allowing me to see a small part of one eye. Then he turned to me, facing me completely. His face got a little redder.

"I... Need you." he began, his voice rough and breaking slightly. "I... I need the distraction."

I stood in shock for a split second, sure that he was going to forget that whole thing. But then I understood. I watched him watch me take the seat next to him.

"Okay," I began quietly. I tried to fight back how fast my heart was beating or how quickly my brain was swimming. "What were you thinking of?"

He looked away, studying his hands in his ŀȧp. He wrung his fingers, continuing to trip over his own words. "Uh, well, I... I mean, um... I... I like kissing you..."

My stomach flipped, heart fluttering. I kept myself under control, only allowing a grin to touch my lips as I leaned a little towards him.

"Then do it."

He looked to me, seeming surprised. Face still incredibly red, and getting even redder. He looked away from my eyes, stare flicking to my lips. As much as I would've loved to have instantly answered his request, I knew that him instigating the kiss would serve as a better distraction. A bit more focus would be required, and that much more of his brain would be focused on the current moment.

His hand was on my face, gently resting against the side of it. He was using his metal one, and I could feel the subtle shakes against my skin. I covered his hand with mine, fingers gently curling and diving underneath the small space between his palm and my cheek. I wrapped my fingers around his hand, and tried to match that level of softness he had given me. The way he held my hand after that breakdown on the hospital's rooftop. I could only hope my attempt was equivalent to his.

I watched him with a carefulness I'd never exuded before. I watched how he studied me, how his lips parted, and how the rest of him leaned forward.

There was such a tenderness to that kiss. A softness, a delicacy that nearly made me break. My breath left me in the smallest of cracks, and Ed's lips left mine only to come back even softer.

Like he was trying to kiss all that pain away.

I shut my eyes a bit more, focusing on feeling his mouth graze against mine as he began pulling back again. I think somehow he knew why I wasn't responding, and the guilt of making this about me kickstarted my brain into working again.

I closed the distance between our lips, hand rising for my fingers to graze against his jawline. I made that kiss a little harsher, a little firmer. Trying to distract myself. Maybe just give him some kind of warning; some red flag to stay away from me. But I realized how stupid, how incredibly selfish that was.

He needed me. I couldn't run.

Our lips drew back only to come together again, and after the fifth kiss, I changed everything. My lips parted, tongue sliding across his bottom lip and sweetly asking for entrance. I felt his face heat up, the heat radiating all the way to my own cheeks, and I grinned inwardly as he hesitantly allowed me access.

I held myself back, teasing him with just the tip. Scraping along the bottom of his front teeth, flicking against the tip of his own tongue.

"Mmph."

I closed my eyes to the feeling, still trying to focus on how this was for him. Not me.

I lifted my head up, letting his lips place another open kiss against the base of my jaw. In between a particularly ragged breath, he grazed his lips over my skin and kissed the center of my jaw and neck; the place that connected the two. I smiled, bȧrėly laughing at the feeling. I felt him grin against my skin.

"Ed..." My voice was so soft; I couldn't even talk loud enough.

He answered with a peck against my neck, momentarily slipping his tongue out for the tip to run across warm, wet skin. I felt heat pool between my legs, and I forced myself to swallow the emotion down.

Maybe he retraced the bob of my throat. Maybe that's what led him to my lips again. But he kissed me in that same away, and I returned the pressure in quicker, faster kisses. I kept up with his pace, letting him guide me back just a little bit, one of my hands finding the back of his neck.

I tried to focus on keeping my heart-rate down, keeping my breathing even. But the heat of him and the sweetness of his kisses just made it hard to focus on much of anything.

My mind was attaching to the slight chill of his automail hand still on the side of my face when that too suddenly slipped away. He was gently guiding my head to one side, fingers of his other hand coming to brush away the tendrils of hair sweeping over my neck. Expose the skin that his lips were now gliding towards, dropping off the edge of my jaw and pausing to give these faint, sweet kisses to the pulse on the side of my neck. A pulse that I realized was beating way to rapidly.

Even now... he was telling me not to worry...

Before I could do anything, I felt his lips continue on and his tongue slip out, skimming down the side muscle. My breathing wavered, hitching in my throat as my eyes nearly fluttered completely shut. Heat pooled between my legs, and instantly I crossed them as quickly as possible. Trying to regain control of myself. I moved the hand that was still resting on the bed beneath me, curling my fingers and holding onto the sheets. Finding something to focus on besides the fact that the incredible sėnsɨtɨvė spot he just gave a single, slow lick to was now being brushed over with hot air. He was teasing me, successfully. And I felt like a rope with only one strand left unfrayed. I was dangerously close to coming apart completely.

My hands came to his ċhėst, parting and sliding up to his shoulders; slow, forceful. Channeling that side of me again.

"Lie down," I murmured, speaking softly beside his skin.

I heard his lips part in a wide grin, and I couldn't help but grin as well. Ideas began forming as he slid over to the side, legs straightening as he pulled himself onto the bed.

I watched him settled back against the pillows before I moved. Crawling over to him, watching how his smile only increased as he lifted a hand out to me. I resisted the urge to close my eyes as his fingers swept through the side of my hair, but it was hard. He used his human hand, calloused pads sweeping against skin. Still so gentle... For a moment, there was something about the harsh texture and the light speed that lit a glow into my stomach.

I crawled over him, bracing my hand on the pillow below his head as he raised up to meet my lips in another kiss. His hand slid down to trail the edge of my jaw, the hand resting on his stomach lifting to cup the side of my hip. Thumb slowly stroking along the curve that led into my waist.

I kissed him deeper, adding in a bit of pressure; enough to gently knock our teeth together. A small groan came from the back of his throat; so small I would have bȧrėly heard it if it wasn't for feeling the vibrations that echoed to my mouth.

I shut out the thoughts of how absolutely selfish I was being, storing them away for later use.

I shut everything away, and the moment found me in ecstasy.