Some people shrink when they kiss, becoming the submissive, letting the other lead. others feel the urge and need to dominate, asserting their position with their partner. Craig met the kiss and, much like a wave, found his balance and just enjoyed it. He enjoyed the touch, her taste,  and as their lips met he sampled Peg as much as she sampled him. He didn't rush or try to prolong the kiss, instead he was part of the moment, and when it was over he let it go.<br/><em><br/>Already you plot my demise I see. A subtle ploy to see me act the fool, and get me naked.</em><br/><br/>He smiled and looked at her, his hand moving out when he saw the scar. His fingertips found the keloid tissue of the visible scar, tracing it with a light touch. The texture of his fingertips was somewhere between rough and smooth, not perfect, but not harsh. He had the touch of a doctor, soft, careful, seeming to check her as if her were taking care of the damage. It was careful, warm, and sure as he followed the exposed outline.<br/><br/><em>A reminder of the dangers of life.</em><br/><br/>His voice was quiet, his eyes on her skin, on the scar. She could tell he was no stranger to wounds, but something about his look would tell her more. It was his eyes, the way he watched her. She would be able to tell, he was figuring out what caused the wound, but more importantly, he was treating it in his mind. The healer inside him was automatic, it did not know gender or age, supernatural or mortal. The healer was just that, a healer and it was instinctual inside him.<br/><br/><em>The weather will change soon, what do you say to enjoying a bit more of the sun before it turns and then we head inside. Will Freddie and Enach stay here or do you need them to come with?</em><br/><br/>She could feel the touch change as he lay down beside her while on his side. He watched her reaction, seeing her with slightly different eyes, somehow knowing this was not the only secret her skin carried. He massaged the edges of the scar, a warm and strong contact between his hand and her flesh. He only stayed on the bare flesh, not moving the shirt up or tracing under the hem of her shorts. Patience tempering want, the attraction was there without question, Craig was not one to rush.