Esme tugs on his hair, reaching for him to come back and find her lips. When he does, she unbuckles his belt pushing his trousers and boxer's down past his legs. He vanishes his shirt, and her fingers reach out, tracing the scars that have been stained into his skin. She kisses the scars that have made him who he is, who he's become. She runs a hand down his chest, and he kisses her harder as he gently rocks against her. A soft moan escapes her lips, and she can feel a warmth pooling in her core.