Jack Dawkins One Shots

As Sweet As Honey P2

(OC) - Y/n [Pale Skin - Tight curls - freckles]

Warning - Self Harm Scars! 

"... Do I have to tell you everything now?" Y/n asked,

I let out a small chuckle, My expression full of warmth as I looked down at her. "No Y/n, you don't have to tell me everything now. That can wait until later..." I say gently. "But from now on... anything that worries you... anything that troubles you... I want you to come and tell me. Okay?"

"I'd like to... this is sort of ... Connected,"

I raise a brow slightly at Y/n's response. "Connected?" I ask, leaning against the kitchen counter, my eyes on Y/n's small, nervous form.

"Connected...to what you already know," she said glancing at her arms,

I look down at Y/n's arms, and my mind instantly returns to thinking about her scars. I take a slow breath in before looking back up at Y/n. "I'm listening, Y/n. Tell me anything you want... you don't have to hide it from me." I say, my tone serious yet kind.

"these... Aren't the only ones" she whispered,

For a moment my breath stops as Y/n whispers her confession, and my heart aches as I look at her scars."Y/n..." I say quietly, my tone sad yet serious. "There's more?"

she nodded,

I stand up straight and slowly take a step closer to Y/n, my eyes fixed on her. I reach a hand out for her and gently take her small, soft hand into my own. "Can you show me?" I ask quietly.

She nodded, She took my hands in hers, moved my hands to her waist and helped me to lift her up to sit on the counter. Once she was up there her feet dangling down she pulled up her dress, her bloomers, her underdress revealing her pale skin, her skin smooth and sweet like I touched porcelain but her thighs were even worse than her arms, years of scars slowly healing, my heart aches in my chest as I see yet more pain and sadness left on her body.

I gently take her hands in one of mine, and with my free hand I gently place my hand on her thigh. Her skin is so soft, so beautiful... and such a shame to mar it in this way... My fingers gently press into her skin on her thigh, and my thumb slowly rubs over the scars. She doesn't flinch proving these scars are old but she trembles in my grip from allowing me to see. As my thumb runs over Y/n's scars, I raise my eyes from her thighs to her face, and I see the shy look on her face. My heart aches for her again as I take in the look on her face... With the hand that had been holding Y/n's I gently reach up to take her rosy cheek in my palm, my fingers once again gently playing with her rosy curls. "Can I... can I kiss them?" I ask quietly, my mind fixated on the self-inflicted scars on Y/n's thighs.

"...why?" She whispered

I shrug my shoulders quietly, and my eyes are still on Y/n's scars. "Because I want to..." I reply softly, my thumb gently cupping Y/n's cheek. "I want to kiss them and show you that your body is beautiful. That you're beautiful... that this little body of yours isn't one to treat with self-destruction..."

Y/n nods, giving me permission to kiss her scars, and my heart aches as I look up to see the tear she's wiped away.

I gently take her thighs in both of my hands, and gently pull them forwards so her legs are parted, giving me room to kneel down in front of her. I kneel down, my gaze fixed on Y/n and her thighs, and I gently place my hands on her thighs, her skin so soft and pale. My thumbs slowly run over her skin, and I start softly kissing her scars. I can still feel her tremble under my touch, my hands and my lips gently working over her scarred thighs. I slowly kiss my way along Y/n's thighs, my fingers slowly rubbing over her skin, my entire focus taken over by her beautiful body.