His lips on new parts of her skin where Lydia's never felt them — even if it's just on her shoulders and upper chest at the moment as she works his jumpsuit's buttons — has her breath hitching and her hips rocking harder against him in search of friction that she's a little too impatient to wait for. She rests her cheek against the side of his head as he kisses her and her eyes flutter shut as she finishes unbuttoning his jumpsuit with quick fingers.
Lydia pushes the top of it off his shoulders and down his arms, her hands moving to his chest and, while she feels scar tissue under her fingers, Lydia doesn't register any alarm or aversion to them. She runs with wolves. They heal a lot faster than people do, but she has seen some of them injured more gravely than the injuries that probably caused the scars on Matt. She barely registers them there. He knows how to fight; he's been teaching her. She just assumes they have some connection to that and if he wants her to know the stories behind them, he'll tell her. If he doesn't, then she won't ask and doesn't mind being in the dark.
Abruptly, Lydia takes his face in her hands and lifts his head so that she can get off his lap, shimmying out of the jumpsuit entirely, leaving only the last piece of undergarment in the way. She loves her body; she wishes that he could see it, because she's proud of it, if she's being entirely honest with herself. The fact is that he can't see with his eyes, but he can see with his hands, she knows that much. Bonus points for the fact that she'll enjoy the way it feels while he's "looking" at her.
Lydia lowers herself down onto his lap again, taking his hands and moving them to her bared hips. "I want you to see me, Matt..." she whispers, ducking her head so that her lips brush against his ear when she does. To help clarify that she doesn't mean that wistfully like she wishes he wasn't blind, and that she means it literally in the way he "saw" her face so many weeks ago, she moves his hands up her waist a little ways before letting her hands fall away from his so that he can do it on his own.
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Lydia pushes the top of it off his shoulders and down his arms, her hands moving to his chest and, while she feels scar tissue under her fingers, Lydia doesn't register any alarm or aversion to them. She runs with wolves. They heal a lot faster than people do, but she has seen some of them injured more gravely than the injuries that probably caused the scars on Matt. She barely registers them there. He knows how to fight; he's been teaching her. She just assumes they have some connection to that and if he wants her to know the stories behind them, he'll tell her. If he doesn't, then she won't ask and doesn't mind being in the dark.
Abruptly, Lydia takes his face in her hands and lifts his head so that she can get off his lap, shimmying out of the jumpsuit entirely, leaving only the last piece of undergarment in the way. She loves her body; she wishes that he could see it, because she's proud of it, if she's being entirely honest with herself. The fact is that he can't see with his eyes, but he can see with his hands, she knows that much. Bonus points for the fact that she'll enjoy the way it feels while he's "looking" at her.
Lydia lowers herself down onto his lap again, taking his hands and moving them to her bared hips. "I want you to see me, Matt..." she whispers, ducking her head so that her lips brush against his ear when she does. To help clarify that she doesn't mean that wistfully like she wishes he wasn't blind, and that she means it literally in the way he "saw" her face so many weeks ago, she moves his hands up her waist a little ways before letting her hands fall away from his so that he can do it on his own.