The scars are unimportant. Kobra is unimportant. The power inside him, the life in him, that is important. Whenever she runs her fingers over his skin, she can feel it, playing just beyond her reach.

She crawls over him, her skin gliding over his. She hums faintly, lifting her head to watch as she trails a hand up his side. When the hand had trailed up all the way and lost itself in his hair, she lowers her lips to his. She can feel that power, so close to her reach. Something seems wrong about it somehow, but she isn't particularly bothered. She wants that power.