When his hand strays near the scar on her side she shivers and rewards him with a particularly eager roll of her hips. The scar bothers her, not for any cosmetic reason, but because she will never forget where it came from. Having someone--someone she likes very much, someone she trusts, someone she chose--touch it is surprisingly good.

Granted, she doesn't want too much attention on it, so she whispers, "I want you to pull my hair a little when you like what I'm doing to you."