"Does... it.. hurt?" Sherlock ran his fingers ever so gently across the skin, just hard enough that it wouldn't tickle, but still light enough that it wouldn't hurt him, at least he hoped so.
The pads of Sherlock's index finger traced the lines of the scars, not missing a single one, covering each slowly, taking in every little pore and hair and raised bump on John's perfect skin.
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Date: 2018-04-04 04:36 am (UTC)The pads of Sherlock's index finger traced the lines of the scars, not missing a single one, covering each slowly, taking in every little pore and hair and raised bump on John's perfect skin.