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Yaaseen/Layla

He walked into the room, feeling his face heat up at the dim lighting and soft music playing in the background.

She was in their bed, leaning against the headboard with her knees curled up to her chest, beneath the simple white sheet that had concealed her. She had brushed down her hair and removed her make-up, opting for just a thin layer of lip-gloss as she waited for him to walk up to the bed. He didn't see the way her fingers shook beneath the sheet nor hear her heart as it pounded loudly within her chest. All he saw was the soft, warm smile on her face as he stepped closer and closer towards her.

"I had to shave my legs." She blurted out, unable to think of anything else to say.

"I figured as much..." Yaaseen walked closer still, never taking his eyes off her. "Are you sure about all of this?"

"Yeah... I guess, I'm ready for you to see." She shivered beneath her sheets as the soft cotton brushed over her naked thighs.

He sat down next to her, allowing her to feel the light brush of his t-shirt against her shoulders. "When did all of this happen?" he asked, tracing his thumb over the earrings that ran along the shell of her ear.

"I got a new one every few months after we got divorced." She knew it looked excessive, but she couldn't ever explain the compulsion she felt to get a new piercing once in a while.

"It suits you."

"Thank you."

They had descended into silence once more. They had both waited for so long that when it finally came down to it, neither was sure how to actually proceed. 

"What if we..." Yaaseen paused, considering his words carefully. "What if we didn't have sex right now. What if I just... touched you?"

"Why?" She looked at him strangely.

He licked his lips nervously. It wasn't often that he was embarrassed about something but when it happened, it practically rendered him speechless.

"What Yaaseen?" She turned his face towards her, rubbing her hands softly against the rough stubble on his cheek.

"It's been a really long time for me, Layla." He tried to explain, hoping she would get it from that sentence alone.

"So?"

"Shit." His voice was muffled in his palms as he rubbed his hands over his face. "So, I probably won't last all that long."

"Oh." Her eyes widened in understanding... She had forgotten about that little bit.

"Yeah..." He shifted in his place, brushing against her shoulder once more.

She rested her head on her knees, looking up at him and all his fidgeting. "Maybe, we can just see how it goes, okay."

"Okay." He watched as she looked back down at her knees, her back rising and falling with her heavy breaths. She was as nervous as he was, and her shuddered breathing bore testament to it.

She turned to face him, unable to drop her sheet by herself. She needed him to help her. "Please kiss me, Yaaseen."

She closed her eyes, waiting for his lips to fall on her own. She waited for him but his kisses didn't come.

Instead, she felt the lightest touch graze the hollow of her throat before it moved slowly up to the side of her neck, till he touched her softly beneath her ear... slowly, reverently. Her breathing had deepened till she found it difficult to breathe with her chest pressed up against her knees.

She felt his lips follow the gentle trail of his finger before sucked he earlobe into his mouth, biting it softly till she let out a quiet gasp. She leaned back against her pillow, pulling him down with her as his lips brushed against her cheeks. He wound his arm around her back as he pressed her body to his side. His hand roved delicately over the long, deep scars on her back... feeling them, touching them as his hand moved lower and lower till it settled over the small of her back.

She was ready for him to see.

She grabbed onto her sheet, lowering it slowly.

His t-shirt felt almost rough against the sensitive skin of her breasts as her sheet descended past her ribs, laying across her battered navel. She wanted to feel him against her, feel his skin against her own but she waited for him. She waited for him to open his eyes and look down at her.

Look at what had shattered her all those years ago.

His lips were still heavy against her own, his kiss bruising her lips as he lost himself in her touch. He felt her shiver beneath his body before he opened his eyes to gaze down at her. His gaze followed her own towards the deep valley between her breasts and lower still....

It was big.

It was something like a crater, the size of his hand, embedded in her skin. The skin around it was puckered and lined with stretch marks as if her skin had distorted itself to make space for this invader. Criss-cross lines ran up and across the length of it.

He bent over her scar, touching it carefully... tracing every line and visible indent within it as he considered how it had gotten there in the first place.

It wasn't just a scar.

It was her mark against what should have killed her. It was her rebellion against those who tried to murder her by burying three bullets within her ribcage. It was her survival...

His Layla had survived and she thought he would think it was ugly.

That was her token against every injustice committed against her.

He pressed his lips to the puckered skin beneath her right breast, slowly moving down the dark blue line of stitches sewn into her skin... his lips grazed the bottom of it, so painfully close to her hip that she shuddered loudly beneath his touch.

"Why would you ever think that I would consider you to be ugly." He asked, his mouth still pressed against her stomach. "You're my beautiful, beautiful Layla and I would never think anything else of you."

Tears fell from her eyes as she pulled him up to meet her lips once more... crushing every single insecurity with it. His hand lingered above her scar, brushing over it as if laying claim to it... for the rest of their night, his hand would always be on it or near it, or he would graze his finger against it.

She kissed him fervently, praying he would understand the depths of her gratitude.

He lowered her sheet even more, till it lay beneath her navel...

He sat up, peeling his t-shirt from his skin before he laid back down over her. He wanted to feel her skin beneath his own, feel her heart thud against his chest and feel her breasts heave against him as he laid claim to the skin beneath her ear.

"I want you so badly, Layla." He whispered in her ear, smiling as he felt her shiver beneath him once again. Her back was arched  as he sucked her skin into his mouth, leaving a warm trail in his wake as he locked her hands in his own.

He loved the sound of her moans in his ear as he feasted on more and more of her, his hand delving beneath the thin cotton sheet still covering her... God, he needed her so badly.

"Wait, Yaaseen." She was breathless as she laid her hand on his chest, pushing him lightly till he lay beside her.

"Was I going too fast?"

She smiled, shaking her head. "I want to do something for you instead."

"What?" he smiled at her, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear.

"Sit up."

"Okay." He sat up slowly, curious to see where it would all lead to. She sat up, sitting above his lap, her thighs on either side of his own as she kissed him once more.

Her hands were warm as they slid down his wide chest, down the thick band of muscles surrounding his stomach, towards the button of his jeans. She popped it open...

"There's more than one way to have sex. You know that." She whispered in his ear. "And it doesn't include my hand."

She lowered her sheet, exposing all of her before she kissed him once more, lowering the zip of his jeans...

Damn, he loved his wife.

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A/N- I'm leaving the rest to your imagination.