[Worship is a word for it, all right. Combeferre is gasping a bit, unable to regulate his breathing just yet, while he's reaching to begin freeing Eponine's wrists, inspecting them for any marks of damage that he may have put there.]
Are you in any pain?
[This is followed with a kiss to the inside of her right wrist.]
no subject
Are you in any pain?
[This is followed with a kiss to the inside of her right wrist.]
I've lotion if you need it.