She cannot help but eye him with worry as those injuries with concern. Running over him in as much appreciation. Well, it settled the idea anyway. Both to make up for being so furious when he had just come home - and to make sure he did nothing to hurt himself further.

And she knew when he got going, he could be too eager and forget himself. She was going to make sure he had everything he needed and not strain himself too much.

Her hand began to move again, more smooth with her arousal, and for his eyes on her, despite everything. How he drank her in like a man desperate. It made her body thrum to life in a way that was more than just her own touches. She felt - more than beautiful. Wanted, desired, consumed so readily and that he had to have more.

Her eyes find his, as she slowly brings her fingers back up, and timidly licks them clean. Then parts her legs further, opening herself completely under his gaze and bring them back down to press in the two digits. Little by little, inch by inch, until - it was enough to make her head fall back, her chest arch and the long moan fall from her throat with a ready sigh.

That on the edge of a breathe comes his name, bled out like she did when she was alone. The wet noise clear as she hooked her fingers and began to pulse them in and out of herself as best she could.