Up until Puck Scar hadn't been much of a cuddler. She was affectionate, and touchy and was fine with short bursts but with guys it had always felt a little smothering. Maybe because they wanted to hold her more then she wanted to be held. But like so many other thinks and is so many other ways Puck was simply the exception. The first time had just happened naturally and now it was just a normal part of it for them to at least have a few quiet moments of after care just settled into each other arms.<br/><br/>Puck responded to her and she thought about shy Sarah growing up and nodded in agreement, "Reserved I thing. As if it was a private matter and should be treated as such." She said with a mock haunty tone giggling lightly before getting serious, "But really Sarah's brave." Scar said laying flat on her back for a moment creating just a little bit of space to let her heated skin breath. A nostalgic smile played on her face as she though of some of her adventures with Sarah, "Everyone thought I was brave growing up, jumping off the cliff into the water or getting on stage, asking some guy out whatever, but it never really scared me. But Sarah, she did all those same things with me and it scared her. People's opinions matter to Sarah, once she realizes she safe and your not going to judge her, she blooms like a flower. She's one of the best people I know." Scar said shifting to her side smiling as he expounded on his hot tub idea.<br/><br/>In its simplest form it would be nice with all the glass not to feel the need to shutter the windows all the time because Scar didn't like wearing a ton of clothing. While Puck had European ideology to thank for his views on nudity Scar had village living, where modesty is a luxury that one pays for. Scar wasn't exactly modest to begin with so the wests body shame was an easy enough thing to strip from her under the African sun.<br/><br/>He kissed her on the cheek and agree to her idea and she smiled wondering if she'd actually be successful. There were a lot of possible pitfalls but Scar could be pretty persuasive when she wanted to be. He teased her then about her wording and she rolled her eyes giggling softly. His remark about the sex swing turned her amused grin into something with a wicked edge and her eyes sparkled, "Your absolutely right love, maybe a four poster bed?" She remarked loving the idea of getting to buy goodies together. She'd yet to try a sex swing and was pretty happy with the idea of trying it out.<br/><br/>He got serious then talking about his friend and Scars listened giving a soft smile, "He seems pretty rigid but I'm hoping an afternoon together he'll realize I don't bite" she said pausing for a moment before shrugging in an off handed way, "at least without provication." She said with a grin. She cuddled back into Puck, his skin warm against her own and ran her fingers lightly through his hair and down his back. She'd come to really love these quiet times, where they were naked and vulnerable, nothing separating them. She could feel each breath, hear the beat of his heart when she laid her head on his chest. Now she knew with other guys she hadn't liked the intimacy because she hadn't been willing to give anything of herself away. She hadnt loved them. She loved Puck, laying in his arms didn't feel like being trapped, it felt like coming home.