[soft. . . soft is good. if she wants a soft kiss then that's what Mars is giving her, mouth moving gently against hers, quietly coaxing her deeper as he drinks her in]

[her hand on his abdomen sends a shiver through his spine. the cloth of his shirt is thin enough that he can feel it, but-- somewhere in the back of his mind, he finds himself loathing that there's a barrier between her and him at all]