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Knead
A Batman Beyond drabble
PG
Because I need the practice, and universes are easily created.
He traces the lines of scars on her thigh, the lines so dark on her chocolate skin that they’re hard to pick out from the light. He knows where they are. He's always known where they are: this is why she keeps him around.
She lies on her stomach, feeling him kneading the muscles along her ribcage. She knows that the massage is his excuse to check if she's okay. She doesn't care.
"That feels good," Max says.
"It should," Terry says, and gently kisses her hand, nibbling her finger playfully, biting down cheerfully on his own given gold band.
A Batman Beyond drabble
PG
Because I need the practice, and universes are easily created.
He traces the lines of scars on her thigh, the lines so dark on her chocolate skin that they’re hard to pick out from the light. He knows where they are. He's always known where they are: this is why she keeps him around.
She lies on her stomach, feeling him kneading the muscles along her ribcage. She knows that the massage is his excuse to check if she's okay. She doesn't care.
"That feels good," Max says.
"It should," Terry says, and gently kisses her hand, nibbling her finger playfully, biting down cheerfully on his own given gold band.