The Clementine Family Needs To Be Banned From Every Establishment

Tracing scars

Clef woke up to soft fingers carefully gliding around his arm. He slowly opened two of his eyes. Clementines back was pressed against their stomach, with the top of his crown under Clefs chin, and his waist had one of their arms lazy hanging around it.

Clef watched quietly as Clementine traced his scars, and lowly humming to himself. He was halfway down his forearm and headed for his hand, nearly finished.

Jack seemed to be in his own little world, unaware that his partner had woken up. Clef debated letting him know, or just let him complete his task. The gingers hand moved slowly, mapping out Altos old injuries.

Jack had a weird fascination with unusual things on skin. Tattoos, scars, old burn marks, he wanted to touch it. He hated touching his own scar however, which gave Clef an idea.

They waited until Clementine had finished, and was ready to start again, then they moved their hand to his right hip. He ran his ring and middle fingers on Clementines scar, going up his oversized, black sweater. He was barely able to get to Jacks chest when his hand was gently swatted away. It could barely be considered a slap.

"Mornin', sweet blossom." Clef greeted as he sat on his arm. He kissed Clementines temple, earning him a little grumble. "What? Ya getta do it ta me, but I can't do ta the same?" Alto asked, making the shorter flip over to face them. Jack nestled himself onto Altos shoulder. "You're a bastard, you know that?" Clementine said with a huff. Clef chuckled, opening his third eye. "I'm sorry. I was jus' teasin' ya, that's all."

Jacks hands wrapped around to Clefs back, looking for more scars to go over. He managed to locate one of the bigger ones. It went from Clefs right shoulder blade to his mid back, the tip of its tail dead centre on his spin. Clementine just focused on that one, instead of going to each and every one.

Clefs brought his knees up so Clementine was closer to him. They wrapped their hands around Jacks waist. Alto placed his lips against the skin of his boyfriend's nape. "Good morning, love." Jack finally returned the welcoming.

The early morning sun shone its toasty light onto the skin of the men laying underneath the window. It was warm and soft. A type of pleasantness not too common when you work in that building. The lack of loud banging, screaming, and violence, was appreciated.

Clementine pulled away slightly. Now that Jack could see Clef face, he was able to jump upwards, giving Clef smooches. He repeatedly crashed his lips against the blondes. They could barely separate, even for a moment.

Clementine molded his palms around the sides of Clefs face, and continued his little kiss attack. Clef fought back by kissing the bridge of Jacks nose, making his attacker pause for a moment.

The ginger moved his hands backward to Clefs hair, and started to run his fingers through the knotted mess. He loved playing and detangling Clefs hair, even though the man never took care of it himself. Clementine didn't care, he'd happily take care of his partner.

"Ow! Gentle." Clef hissed, lightly holding Jacks wrist. "It would bot hurt so much if you brushed it every once in a while." The less chubby one scolded, going through the thick, matted, fur-like, hair again. "I ain't got the time." The tri-eyed man explained pushing his forehead against Clementines. "Doing what? You could have done it last night. You didn't seem to be doing much." His acid green eyes kept flickering between all of Clefs, as he fussed over Altos hair. "Hey, I was busy cuddlin' wit ya! Would ya rather I didn'?" The trigger happy maniacs brows knitted together, his smile narrowed.

Jack was silent for once, but it didn't last very long. "When was the last time you got it cut? All the ends feel dead." He questioned, rolling the ends of a few stands between his fingers tips. "I... can't even remember." Alto hesitated to admit, he could already hear what Jack was thinking.

Clementine let out a huff. "Is it actually short or is it just that much of a mess?" His mouth twitched, now fretting. To lessen the tension slugging in Alto placed his hand over Clementines. "Hey, how's 'bout ya do what ya were doin' earlier? I liked it. Do it ta this one." He brought Clementines much tinier hand over to the back of his neck.

The scar that spread in his neck was one of the very few he remembered getting, and those decades old memories were ones he desperately wished he couldn't.

However, Jackson was gentle, especially to him. He took a good amount of care into almost everything he did. It was something Clef needed before he knew he craved it. A loving tenderness of even the smallest of things. Brushing his hair, and mapping out old forgotten impressions on his skin. Things Clef wouldn't even notice or care about, at least he thought he wouldn't.

Once again the skin of Clementines fingers ghosted the slightly tough flesh of his scar. As the flat nosed man digits paced, Alto shut his eyes. He was tempted to just go back to sleep in the arms of his partner, but not too long ago it had dawned on him that he would most likely have to get up soon. He didn't dare look at the clock that was just behind him though. Maybe if he didn't acknowledge it time would slow and he could stay for a little while longer.

He felt Jacks lips just barely on his bottom lip, getting more of his beard. "Ya missed." He smirked, peering at him through one of his eyes. Jack exhaled, then lifted himself slightly, letting him kiss with improved aim. "Better?" He asked. "Better."

He relaxed slightly more into the bed, feeling the tracing of his scar.