Peg's physicality, while a surprise, was not a bad thing at all, the excitement the woman generated just at being herself was more than just arousing. Her first kiss pulled Craif to her, his mouth finding hers. He was not used to being tactile, in most cases he found himself having to temper his wants so as not to seem to aggressive. Something told hold that tempering his instinct would be disastrous with Peg.<br/><em><br/>I think...later... we will have to go very slow.</em><br/><br/>His word tumbled out between kissing the young uratha. Peg would find him attentive, he sampled her, tasted her, and was still playful even as he was serious. His lips met hers, touched hers, but he was not passive. His teeth bit her lower lip lightly, his nose would run along her throat. For now he preferred little bites; along her chin, the side of her neck, nips followed by strokes from his tongue.<br/><br/>He didn't paw at her, didn't immediately move his hand to her now exposed flesh. Her body was an exercise in extremes. He wanted to touch her, lick and bite as much of the exposed skin as he could. He also felt the need to trace every scar, to check and make sure every hurt had been healed, and if not to put them right. For now the woman won the man, not the healer, and his body met hers. He pressed against her, feeling her nipples rubbing against the muscles of his chest even as one hand moved to the back of her neck.<br/><br/>There the hand rubbed, massaged, scratched at her skin from hairline to nape. His other hand  moved to cup the curve of her rear. He felt the muscle beneath he flesh, the testament to her outdoor activity. Her entire body was arousing, and he responded. Before Peg had even reached to remove his shorts he was hardening. The feeling of her fingers tussling with the button of the shorts produced a low sound from his throat. half growl, half moan. Before she could pull them from his body he leaned down and flicked his tongue against an exposed nipple. One long lash from his mouth to her body before moving up to kiss her again.<br/><br/>When she bared his right hips she would feel a scar even a Uratha might worry about. Starting on his back and wrapping around right under his hip was a patch of skin, warped, distorted, textured from more than one graft. Fire damage that had been healed the old fashioned way with time and pain. A thick stripe that wrapped around his side and ran to his upper thigh, the keloid tissue very apparent. Craig was used to this being a mood kill on more than one occasion.<br/><br/>He did not tense, letting her see the exposed damage and waiting for a reaction. His kissing of her skin slowed, but he still held her. peg would decide the next step.<br/><br/>