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It was the late evening, and Jack walked into the apartment, exhausted from another day of failed searching. He made his way to the bedroom, seeing his girlfriend in front of the mirror. He snuck up behind her, and then wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. “Hello there, love.” he cooed gently into her ear.

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When she didn’t tell Jack to stop, or pull away, he saw it as the green light to keep going. As his hands ventured upward, they slid around to her back, and his fingers lightly traced over the clasp of her bra.

He quickly undid the claps, letting the fabric hang loosely from her figure. All the while, his lips began to trail away from hers, and he kissed down to her neck, his soft, warm lips pressed against the pale skin. His hands slid back around, and his heart beat so fast that he felt it could beat right out of his chest at any moment. Though he couldn’t hold back, his passion overtook him, and he began to feel her breasts while kissing and suckling gently at the base of her neck.

Monica flinched when her bra loosened and for a moment she began to panic about her scar. Even though he had seen it before, she still tried desperately to hide it from him at all costs by wearing high cut shirts. As his lips brushed down against her slender neck a soft moan escaped her lips and her trembling hands took hold of his sleeves. Tugging him down with her, Monica laid herself back on the plush comforter she had washed just that morning. The scent of fresh lavender surrounded the two lovers. Her arms now rested next to her body and the pool of maroon hair which surrounded her blushing face. 

Jack was now on top of Monica, straddling her on the bed. He looked down at her lovingly, eager to do something so deeply intimate. He was admittedly nervous, with it being his first time, especially as he’d only undergone his surgery a mere two months ago. However, he trusted her so deeply that he let go of his reservations. He knew in his heart she wouldn’t judge him, and that was all that mattered. He took a deep breath, though didn’t hesitate as he took off his shirt. He had two bold scars where the surgeons had cut away at him. He hoped they wouldn’t turn her off. He was secretly quite nervous about his body, but put all his faith in what he knew of her, and believed things would be okay.

He leaned down again, pulling her back into a kiss as he began to tug up the hem of her shirt, exposing her naked chest. He knew her scar was there, but didn’t even look at it. They both were scarred bodies, but that didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered to Jack was the overwhelming love and passion he felt for Monica.