"By all means, you are quite welcome to undress me," he promises her even as his fingers run over the material of her bra. It felt nice under his fingers, and he was certain that when he saw it it would be beautiful on her.

And then there her shirt went, leaving him with the truly wonderful sight. Dark patterns over beautiful skin, the way her scars just accented her beautiful skin and the strength of her body and will, it's all wonderful.

"You are like art. Beautiful and strong. And with little flaws," he says as his thumb brushes over one of the scars. "They say that only gods can make things that are perfect, that other things must have flaws to have true beauty. That is what you are."