Running her hands over Luna's skin might just be both the most hellish and heavenly experience of Raven's life. Thank God for the rash, which at least dampened some of the exhilaration coursing through her veins. If she focused on the rash - and the stinky ointment - she would be fine.
Rashes are disgusting.
This is disgusting.
Touching Luna is disgusting.
Raven repeated the phrases like her very own mantra, over and over again, holding her breath.
But sometimes her hands would accidentally stray onto the path of unblemished skin, soft and smooth, and Raven's heart would seize. She wanted to linger in those patches, to memorize the sensation she would never feel again.
This fucking crush was out of control.
If it is a crush.
Could still just be an overzealous case of lust.
She tried to focus on a tattoo on the back of Luna's neck, strained to take in every inch of dark ink, the symbol distorted and obscured by the ever-advancing rash.
Failed in the next instant when Luna inhaled, her ribs expanding under Raven's hand.
She wondered what it would feel like: to hold her hand here, to experience the heaving breaths that came between kisses - whether she would feel the race of Luna's heart against her fingers.
Okay, now you're just getting perverted.
Raven moved her hand away, searching for safer pastures.
Her eyes caught a pale line of flesh, slightly raised, cutting away from Luna's spine.
Raven stared at the scar a moment, trying to picture the weapon and events that might have birthed it. Realized too late that she was only torturing herself. Clenching her jaw, she began applying the necessary ointment to its neighboring blister. Raven's eyes strayed lower. . .
And instantly regretted it.
There was another tattoo on the small of Luna's back. Dark lines, weaving into a trinity of spirals. Like ferns curled in on themselves. The rash hadn't reached this far yet, hadn't tainted it.
Raven resisted the impulse to let her hand travel, to touch.
There was an aching part of her that wanted to touch every square inch of Luna, to feel her.
That part was a masochistic clown and should be ignored at all costs.
Raven let out a shaky breath, dropping her hands.
"Alright, all done."
Thank God.
Any moment now and she was gonna pass out from lack of oxygen. Luna couldn't put her shirt on fast enough.
Raven waited.
And waited.
"Luna?"
No response.
She frowned, reaching up and squeezing her shoulder.
Raven's eyes widened as she flinched away. Had she gotten too close to the rash? Luna's entire upper body was a bit of a minefield at the moment. "Sorry. We're all done. You can, uh, put your shirt back on now."
Please.
Luna relaxed minutely and, to Raven's profound relief, began slipping her arms back into her top.
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Even In The Grave, All Is Not Lost
Fanfiction"How do you live with it?" Raven asked. "All of it. The choices. The guilt." Luna's hand came up to cover hers, though she didn't pull it away, just folded her fingers over Raven's in a firm but gentle hold. "Hope. Hope that there's something more t...
