[ of course she's seen the hint of scars every now and then — peeking out from his collar, under his shirt — but it's not like julie's ever been in a position to investigate. just kind of assumed that he ate shit a couple of times because it's eddie, of course he would. but the scarring is way more extensive than she would've imagined and her fingers travel up the edges of what she can feel of it, following the bumps and jagged edges around to his side. her other hand finding its place between his shoulders. ]
[ she wonders what happened, wonders if it's even okay to ask, but doesn't exactly have much mental real estate to spare to that consideration right now. ]
[ she turns her head, looking for him, but stops with another hitched breath at his mouth on her neck, tilting her head a little to encourage him. gasps softly at the press of his fingers and bites her lip, spreading her legs just a little more for him and rolls her hips down against his hand in response. ]
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[ she wonders what happened, wonders if it's even okay to ask, but doesn't exactly have much mental real estate to spare to that consideration right now. ]
[ she turns her head, looking for him, but stops with another hitched breath at his mouth on her neck, tilting her head a little to encourage him. gasps softly at the press of his fingers and bites her lip, spreading her legs just a little more for him and rolls her hips down against his hand in response. ]