☆~'I kissed the scars on her skin.'

Of course you and Curly dating was against work protocols as they called for none of the people on board to be in any intimate relationship with another on ship. Which, technically, you guys weren't together together, you guys just saw eachother a lot. (He visited the medway where you were from time to time.) Like now, you were sitting on the edge of your desk, him in your chair as he gently held your hand, rolling your uniform sleeves up with his other hand, placing small kisses against the scars on your wrist, watching as you slightly tense up. "I still think you're beautiful, love. Nothing will ever change that." He whispered softly against your skin in between his kisses, his eyes staying locked onto yours.