Title: Souvenirs

Author: Syn

E-Mail: veruca_werewolf@hotmail.com

Content: Gunn/Gwen

Rating: NC-17ish

Post-Players

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.

Summary: Gwen is fascinated by Gunn's skin.

A/N: Obsessions, you gotta love em.

Feedback: Well, I just might like that.

Everywhere she turns, she feels something she never thought she would.

Skin.

Warm, soft, firm and touching hers in the most intimate places. She can't believe what just happened between them and what will probably happen again. She aches in all the proper places and wonders if it will always hurt. He assures her it won't and she believes him because she knows he wouldn't lie to her.

She can see it in his eyes.

Now they're lying together, limbs entwined and sweat cooling under the silky red sheet. His mouth dips down to her neck and she finds, with a rush of wonder, that she's ticklish there. There hadn't been enough time to explore before; she'd been desperate to feel before the device on her back shut down, but now she's filled with the desire to take things slow. Her head tilts to the side and she swallows hard, feeling that all encompassing ache rush through her again. For the first time, she realizes she can give in.

She can let go and take things slowly and not fear the consequences of doing so. That knowledge swirls through her system, a smile spreading unbidden over her features as he moves his mouth to her jaw line, his tongue flitting out to taste her skin. A shudder wracks her body and she wraps her arms around his shoulders, lifting her stomach against his.

He responds by settling his weight more evenly across her body, his knees sliding across the inside of her thighs. She feels warm and wet where his body pushes into hers and it's a new, pleasant feeling that she hopes never ends. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to end it though, as he slowly gives attention to every part of her body he can reach.

His hands draw maps on her ribs and back up over her breasts. His fingers linger, kneading and cupping each soft, round globe in his hungry palms. His thumbs caress across her nipples, sending waves of pleasure whirling through her stomach and into her womb. Her breath is quick as he slowly licks across her skin to her lips, where he recaptures her mouth with a feathery swirl of his tongue over the swollen, crimson-smudged flesh.

Her fingers quest across the smooth, muscled plane of his back, fingernails scraping and digging as he drinks kiss after kiss from her unsure mouth. Between frantic, stolen breaths, she finds many scars on his skin, some so wide and deep that she can't believe he survived them. It fascinates her to no end.

"Where did you get this?" She asks breathlessly as she pulls away, her green gaze meeting his dark eyes. His attention goes to the scar her fingers are slowly tracing.

"Alhambra. Vamp stake." He says and she suddenly remembers what he'd said earlier.

"And this?" Her fingers glide back down his shoulder, where a long slash across his spine feels rough and broken.

"Covina. Xanthomite demon." He says without thinking. His assurance makes her wonder if he knows each and every mark on his body just by feel. Does he have a catalogue in his mind for all the badges of honor he proudly displays for the world to see? The idea intrigues her and she finds herself searching for each tiny seam in his skin, sensitive fingertips searching and reaching as she wiggles out from under him.

He smirks as she straddles his hips, the red silk sheet pooling around her hips like a bloody shroud. Her hair cascades around her face and over her breasts, hiding them from his view. He reaches up and sweeps it back across her shoulders, fingers lingering across the swell of each breast and then down to her hips, where he gently guides her over him.

This time she's already wet and ready for him. The pain is still there, but less than before. With a bitten lip she settles over him as he inhales sharply. The light falls over his dark, gleaming chest and she sees more flat, shiny scars across his skin.

Her hips move instinctually as she traces each scar, her eyes locked with his.

"This one?"

"Altadena. Polgara skewer."

"And this one?"

"Laguna Beach. Vamp attack."

One by one she goes through them. Santa Barbara, Riverside, Artesia, Canoga Park, Irvine, Anaheim--and on and on the list went. Her fingers sketch each souvenir as he answers with patience. He doesn't ask what she's doing and she isn't even sure herself, but each answer is another hot thrust of pleasure through her system.

She rises and falls over him, hips aching as she moves them in tight, aching circles. The muscles beneath her palms jump and twitch as sweat breaks out over his forehead. His hips thrust upward, filling her and making her gasp, her nails digging into the center of his chest.

He suddenly sits up and her body is cradled in his lap, his hands spread out possessively over her back. She continues moving as his mouth finds hers, her arms wrapping around his neck once more. His fingers tangle in her hair and he jerks her head to the side, sliding his mouth back across the ticklish, sensitive skin on her neck. Pleasure swirls through her, deadening the pain and making her quicken her pace, legs wrapped around his middle.

Her fingers slide back down to his chest as everything inside of her gathers in a storm of anticipation. He grunts and surges upward, hard and fast, as her fingers find a tiny mark in the center of his sweaty chest. It's on her lips to ask where it came from, when the gathering storm inside of her body unleashes and she gives a cry.

He immediately captures her mouth with his own and swallows each moan greedily as he buries himself in her and let's go. They both shudder and hold on, clinging with teeth and tongue until they can both draw in warm lungfuls of air.

Time stops and she closes her eyes, just feeling the skin surrounding her, the touch of his lips on her forehead moist and tender.

"Gwen?"

Her eyes flutter open and she stares into the dark depths of his eyes. "Huh?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She responds with a smile that covers the trembling in her body. He smiles and kisses her once, lethargy filling her head. She's tired and sleepy now, despite the excitement running through her veins. Very slowly, he falls back against the red sheets and she goes down with him, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder.

She's knows his body very well by now, but still she can't help but caress across the fine muscles and dark skin. She finds the tiny mark in the center of his chest again and lingers on it, brow furrowed. His head tilts to see what she's looking at and a slow smile grows on his face.

She cocks an eyebrow in question and he puts his hand over hers, squeezing it gently.

"Los Angeles. Gwen Raiden."

Her eyes widen and she stops rubbing the flat, tiny burn mark, evidence of her freakish nature. She did this to him. She killed him and left a scar, not only on his soul, but on his body too. It was tiny, but it was there nonetheless. She swallows and lifts her hand away, only to have him tangle his fingers with hers. Her head droops against his shoulder and he draws her close, clearly not feeling the need to go anywhere.

They both fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms, content, warm and touching. Neither of them are sure what's going to happen when they wake up, but right now it doesn't matter because she can feel and it's his skin against hers.

And she'll always have the memory with her--her own souvenir to keep forever.