"You look beautiful. --You always look beautiful, but you look like you, and that is especially beautiful."

"Someday my hair is going to be long again," she says, and kisses him. 

"Mine too." His hair has grown out a bit; it's not long enough for a ponytail, but it's floofier than it was.

It's soft. Not that Asher's hair wasn't soft before, but. 

Mm. That's nice. 

"Are you gonna want sex or no because you're fucked up about the Harry thing?"

"It'll be a while before getting choked sounds fun again and sex might wind up being too much but I want to try." 

Asher's going to kiss her very gently.

She kisses him back, just as gentle, keeps a hand in his hair. 

"I love you. I don't ever want to hurt you."

"I love you." Another kiss. "Your hair is so soft." 

"Thank you. Yours too."

He kisses Raine's forehead and her cheeks and her eyes and her nose.

Asher is very very good. 

Then he can take off her shirt and keep kissing her, so gently and carefully, like she might break.

She goes quiet and shivery and sweet, with the same dreamy-soft smile she always has when she lets Asher lead. 

(CUNT and FAG are still carved into her chest.) 

Something flashes across his face--

And then he kisses the marks with the same soft careful gentleness as he kisses the rest of her.

She goes very very still. 

"...please don't touch them," she whispers. 

"Sorry. I won't." 

He kisses her shoulder.

"Oh," she says, and melts again, and "I love you, you're so good." 

Asher kisses down her chest and stomach and avoids the marks.

She makes soft little gaspy sounds and doesn't take her hands off of Asher's hair. 

Asher kisses along her hips, right at the top of her pants, but doesn't take them off.

"You can keep going, this is good," not that she wants him to stop kissing her hips. 

He keeps kissing her hips for a while longer, then starts to mouth her dick through her pants.

She gasps, sharper this time, and her fingers tighten in Asher's hair.