She leaned into his hand finding her comfort in it. Her face had been held before but it was always felt like claws making her head didn't move rather than be any sort of support. The warm soft embrace was enjoyed as she slowly let her eyes open finding herself enjoying the small kisses giving her own back delicately.
The two of their hands were interesting. Karen has always hesitated from pursuing anyone with perfect kept hands as she felt if they ever touched she'd dirty theirs. Hers were rougher, and scared making them unsightly to some. Holding his, there wasn't that barrier. They had the same shared touch that made her own feel more delicate.
Catching back to the present moment with his question she felt her body adjust slightly on him as some inner battle had to take place. Both ideas made the red reach her ears as she ran her thumb over his knuckle. Both options were availible, but her mind lingered endlessly on one.
"I never....I mean when I did this with people I never took of mine but...if I'm trying something new I...I feel safe enough to, just don't tease me."
She stammered blinking fast. He couldn't, and hadn't said anything wrong she just wanted him to know where she was all. It'd been fun to see how much she could get from someone by doing the minimum about. Make them lose their clothes thinking more would happen, but Karen always stopped it before even removing her shirt coming up with some plot to trick them. Exposing herself was different, but she wanted to try. This was different, this time she actually wanted to enjoy it.
So her hands went to the bottom of the shirt slowly pulling off the top of her shoulders. After that there was a pause as she tried to figure out what to do with it, first time indeed, eventually settling on tossing it to the couch. Fighting to not cross her arms over the black bra she put them on his shoulders staring into his eyes to keep her focus.
He watched her in complete silence, letting his hands do his talking for him. His thumb stroked over the length of hers as she compared the differences in their hands, his own marred by chemical burns in places where experiments had gone wrong and his safety equipment hadn't been enough to prevent splashes of caustic materials eating through to the skin. He didn't pull away from her exploration, merely watched, fascinated by what she found fascinating. He let their fingers twine, squeezing gently as their palms met. He didn't shy away from the scarring of her own skin, hardly one with room to talk where supposedly unsightly scars were concerned.
A playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth at her confession and he had to admit, he was more than a little surprised. Less so that she'd found ways to get out of actually sleeping with a mark in order to get what she wanted-- she was talented in that way; he had no doubt she could elicit whatever she wanted out of another person without so much as showing more skin than her usual attire permitted. More that she seemed so nervous now. Killing the man she served under would come as easily as breathing and yet she hesitated to show him her torso. It was... cute, in a way, but he'd never say so aloud. Instead, he merely nodded in acquiescence and gave another reassuring squeeze of his hands before letting hers go so she might see to removing that top.
When at last she straightened in his lap, settling her hands on his shoulders, she would find him with his head canted to one side, watching her again, intent on drinking in every moment he spent with her, every action she took with a sharp, all-encompassing gaze. For several moments, he was silent as she sat in his lap, shirt finally discarded, before he ran his hands up along her arms again. He rested his palms against her wrists and squeezed again, this time leaning in to press a soft kiss to her mouth.
"Karen, you're *perfect.* You have nothing to be nervous about."
Leaning back, he slid his hands along her nude sides, dragging rough palms against her skin. He traced the curve of her belly, beneath the swell of her breasts and the line of her bra, and up to her clavicle until he could rest his hands on her shoulders between her arms, using them as leverage to pull her forward into him again so that her chest touched his as he claimed her mouth once more.