Casey's heart raced as her fingers trailed down the smooth of his chest, rippling over old scars, before abandoning his flesh to take the tee in hand, and pull it up over her head.  It was enough to make his heart sing a thrill of excitement, as his eyes drank her figure.  Once they'd had their fill -and her voice called his attention back to her face- he let himself smile.  Did he want her?  She looked so open in that moment.  So vulnerable.  So very much a part of him that a hundred Rachlings couldn't have pried him away.<br/><br/>"I do,"  He whispered, his hands sliding up the brunette's trim midriff, to the back of that simple bra.  He didn't care one whit that it wasn't lacy, or fancy.  It didn't matter that she'd been wearing a relatively shapeless shirt.  Only that she wanted him.  And that he wanted her.  His fingers fumbled with the clasp for a moment, as he leaned in again to press another hungry kiss to her mouth.  Her skin was so smooth.  With the clasp for her bra undone, the man's hands abandoned the garment to descend once again, cupping the curve of her bottom against his hips.  The kiss broke again.<br/><br/>"I'm not going to hurt you...?"  He breathed, with a thought for her wound.