Tiny sounds sighed from her lips, and Bri shifted to give him a better angle, wordlessly granting permission.  She deepened the kiss, running her fingertips up his back to slide through his hair and grip lightly, more a reaction to the incredible feeling of his fingers on her skin.  She pressed her chest into his, suddenly acutely aware of their mutual nudity, but even more so of her own, as she was missing twice the clothing he was.  She leaned back, blushing, and let her hands slide down to his neck.<br/><br/>"Clancy..."  She pulled away, looking at the wall, internalizing, ashamed.  How could he want to touch her like this?  She was covered in scars.  "Clancy, what if I..."  She pulled back even further.  "What if I...you know...turn...?"  The fear was palpable.  Her tension level skyrocketed.  Gods, she wanted nothing more than to let him touch her, and maybe return the favor, but...<br/><br/>But she was a monster.  Hideous.  Scarred.  How could anyone want her?<br/><br/>The pain showed in her eyes, in the skin around her eyes as they squinted, in her reluctance.  Her body language gave her away, and she knew it.  These new abilities came with their own problems, and she couldn't control her own body anymore.  She gave in to urges like an animal.  Bri was truly just a beast.  A monster.<br/><br/><i>Funny,</i>she thought,<i>I never dreamed I would be the Beast in my fairy tale.</i>