Different Types of Kisses (Part Three : Scars)
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(Part Two)
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Norton didn’t like looking at himself. Whenever he passed by his reflection, he couldn’t help but recognize every imperfection that lingered across his face. The scars were obvious, and the burned eye that he’ll never see through, the scorched-off patches of hair that he tried to hide beneath his bangs. He hated when people stared at him, because he knew that they were staring at his burns, that stupid mark he’ll wear for the rest of his life. He could never get away with hiding his face from people, of course, but at least he could hide the ones on the rest of his body.
That was, until right now. He hoped that the dim light of his bedroom would conceal most of the damage, but if he knew anything about Alice, it was that she was very observant, even in the dark. Her fingertips brushed against the burns on his chest, making him shiver at the unfamiliar contact. He was torn between regret for letting himself be this vulnerable with someone and just giving in to the affection she was currently showering him with.
Her hand made its way to his collarbone, then his shoulder, up to his neck and the burned side of his face. Norton swallowed hard and prayed to whoever the hell is up there that she couldn’t feel how much he was shaking. Stupid, he mentally cursed at himself, You’re a grown man, she won’t hurt you, stop acting like a goddamn child.
Alice looked so fixated on him, as if he were one of those paintings in the hallway, and she was picking out every single detail. Carefully, she inched closer and kissed the burnt patch of skin, just above his blind eye. Her warm lips traveled in the opposite direction of where her hand went, and soon he could feel her breath fanning the side of his neck, then his shoulder. She was kissing just about every inch of scarred flesh she could reach, and not once did he try to stop her. His eyes eased shut as his arms snaked around her waist.
She kissed him like the burns were fresh on his body, like her touch alone was the only thing that could possibly heal him. Norton couldn’t think, his mind was too clouded with the sight of her lips on his collarbone, journeying even lower until he was struggling to keep his breathing steady, and for a moment, he was finally at peace with the thought of his reflection.
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another one :) added in my hc of norton being blind in one eye













