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Quirinus did his best not to show how much it scared him to have someone touching his scars, but it wasn't difficult considering he trusted Greta more than anyone. Her touch was light, and each bit of pressure added felt more like a reassurance than an invasion.
"I'm not hurting you...?" she murmured.
"No, not at all," he said, watching her eyes roam over the damaged skin.
Her other hand came up to the other side of his face, the half that had been burned beyond recognition - though apparently not to her. She touched his forehead and let her fingers glide down the uneven texture of his skin until both hands were cupping his face.
"Are you really okay with touching it?" he quietly asked, unable to meet her gaze.
"More than okay," she whispered. Before he could say anything, she was tilting her head and pressing her lips to his.
It was quick, innocent, but his heart pounded, blood rushing to his face. When she ended it, all he could think of was making it last longer. He pulled her back in, his hands on her shoulders.
He could taste mint gum on her breath, a habit she'd picked up long ago, and her lips were slightly sticky with gloss - but they were also soft, and warm, and when they parted slightly he took the opportunity to flick his tongue inside. Her lip gloss tasted like cherry, and the combination of flavors made him think of children's cough syrup. It was strange, but not bad. Almost nostalgic.
Just as his hands began to slide down her waist, she pulled away, and he removed them immediately. His first thought was to apologize, but when he looked at her face she was smiling, her cheeks the same deep pink as her lips.
"You're still perfect to me," she told him, as her hands crept over his face. Normally he would've argued, or laughed it off, but she really meant it. He couldn't pinpoint how he knew, but after being friends for over half their lives, he could just tell.
For a moment he tried to say something, but his mind was blank. All he could think to do was kiss her again, softly, delicately, and she leaned in for more.