Seeing her feeling his scars tenderly, and how nervous she was practically oozing out of every fiber of her being...Scar could see that she wasn't joking. She really wanted to both thank and have him. And that flinch he caught, told him that she was genuine about this and was expecting the negative, rather than what she wanted. He started thinking that...<br/><br/>His hand came up to gently rest on top of the one feeling his chest scars. It didn't do anything to move that hand, but just held it. Another came up and began to softly caress Granra's cheek before moving it so she could loon into Scar's eyes. Both hands were as rough and scarred as everything else. He breathed slowly, Granra would have been able to feel the air enter and leave his chest...and feel his heartbeat...which was pretty slow.<br/><br/>He then took a deep breath and sighed,"Alright...But only because I believe I won't be able to have a peaceful moment until I do." Granra could see a slight mischievous glint in his red eyes as his hands now moved both of hers to her sides and laid her on her back on her the bedroll, with him on top. He didn't do anything else for a moment, trying to get into the mood to let his instinct to take over.<br/><br/>Once it did, it wasn't too long before he had leaned in and started to kiss Granra on the lips, wanting to start off slow first before getting into the main event.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>