Jason walked over, placing his arms around her. He kissed her shoulders, the scars rubbing over his lips. "You're beautiful. I have some matching ones, you know." Jason stood in front of her, his chest covered in scars. One cut in particular was fresh. It ran straight down the middle of his chest, from his collarbone to his pelvis. "Have you ever been to a morgue? The morticians usually first cut across the collarbone, and then a straight line down to the crotch. I was pronounced dead after the men who captured us threw me into the sewers. After the mortician removed my heart, liver and lungs, I sat up on the table, asking where i was." he smiled at her. "Not every story is perfect. But mine has the perfect leading lady." He kissed her, his hands sliding under the straps on her leotard. He pulled it off gracefully and slowly, and dropped his trousers. Her picked her up, stepped up into the large tub, and walked towards the center (it was like a hot tub). He winced slightly as his fresh gouges hit the soapy water, but he smiled to ease his loves concern. Dipping into the water, he wrapped her up into him, kissing her deeply, and enjoying every minute of it.