No. I looked down and suddenly they were diamonds.
[The smile was getting hard to resist. She even had to suppress a small bout of laughter at the joke.]
[Still...almost as in defiance (or simply wanting to feel it for herself), her hands kept traveling downward. Not enough to make things that uncomfortable. But enough. Tracing the outline of his abs. They were all there. Ever last one of them. Solid. No doubt covered in scars, but those remained unseen behind the fabric of his shirt.]
[When she'd woken up that morning to his smiling face, healed with even less explanation than why his injuries had reopened in the first place, her first instinct had been to hug him. No, that wasn't entirely true. Her first instinct was to stare dumbly at him for what had to have been a solid ten seconds. Then, her second-first instinct had been to hug him. Tight. He was a super; he could handle it. Arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. She hadn't thought to question it at the time.]
[Which was exactly why, now that she'd had time to let the reality sink in...she just had to be sure.]
...I know.
[She could feel it, as real as he would feel the sensation of her hand as it slipped into his.]
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[The smile was getting hard to resist. She even had to suppress a small bout of laughter at the joke.]
[Still...almost as in defiance (or simply wanting to feel it for herself), her hands kept traveling downward. Not enough to make things that uncomfortable. But enough. Tracing the outline of his abs. They were all there. Ever last one of them. Solid. No doubt covered in scars, but those remained unseen behind the fabric of his shirt.]
[When she'd woken up that morning to his smiling face, healed with even less explanation than why his injuries had reopened in the first place, her first instinct had been to hug him. No, that wasn't entirely true. Her first instinct was to stare dumbly at him for what had to have been a solid ten seconds. Then, her second-first instinct had been to hug him. Tight. He was a super; he could handle it. Arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. She hadn't thought to question it at the time.]
[Which was exactly why, now that she'd had time to let the reality sink in...she just had to be sure.]
...I know.
[She could feel it, as real as he would feel the sensation of her hand as it slipped into his.]
So. About that walk?