He took a look at her back.  He'd roughed her up something good on the carpet.  He ran his fingers over her back.  He almost felt something.  Her fine skin was marred with rug burns.   He felt something.  A pang.  Regret at having marred her beautiful skin?  Yes, that was probably it.  It will heal, he reminded himself.<br/><br/>"Very well.  Go on up and wait for me."   He slapped her butt, urging her forward and took off his shirt, finally crawling onto the bed with her, laying next to her and letting her curl up as she pleased.