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He gives her an amused, apologetic smile, flushed with warmth and affection. "I'm flattered that you think I could," he teases with a rough low voice. "But I'm pretty sure you could bench press me if you put your mind to it."

It was honestly awful, having to pull himself away, but unlike at the beginning where he was frantic to be with her and half afraid this would be his only chance, at the moment he's not actually that worried about it. If she had felt even half as much as he did, there was no way that she wouldn't want this again.

Just, you know. Hopefully with less surgery, next time.

He slid off the chair and back to the floor, having to reach down and adjust his jumpsuit over his groin, before he leaned over and pressed a warm kiss to her lips. "Sorry, Gunny. Got a little carried away."

This kiss is much more chaste, as difficult as it is. Even just this distance between them feels like too much, and she sighs, sitting up to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his shoulder.

"Stay. I'll behave myself."

Despite himself, he's a little surprised by the hug, and it takes a few seconds before he wraps his arms back around her and gently returns the embrace.

"I ain't goin' anywhere," he murmured. "But I would get my ass rightly kicked for tearin' those stitches open." He paused, pulling out of her arms just far enough to be able to meet her eyes and keep her gaze. The words caught, a hundred things he wanted to say and none of them good enough, so instead he swallowed, silently, and gently pushed some of those long, loose curls behind her ear.

She smiles back, arms still wrapped around him, affection obvious in her expression. Bobbie leans into his touch, sighing contentedly. "Technically it would have been me ripping the stitches. You're off the hook.

It's incredible, the fact that she can look that contented, that pleased, and have it be because of him. It's almost unbelievable, and probably would have been, if he hadn't been so very present for the build up to it.

"Pretty sure I'd be at least partially responsible," He chuckled, lowly, and smiled so wide it hurt. He hovered, for a second, fingers brushing down her cheek next to her ear, but couldn't stop himself from leaning in again. Couldn't help but take another kiss, long and slow and deep, trying to press every ounce of happiness that was blooming in him back into that kiss.

It isn't often that someone gives her butterflies. In fact, she can't remember the last time anyone did, but Alex manages it. She kisses him back, relaxing as she does, untangling one hand from the fabric of his jumpsuit to cup his cheek. When she finally forces herself to pull back, she can't stop herself from grinning, leaning forward to rest her forehead against his.

"I think it'd be worth it."

The breath he lets out is half a groan, as her forehead rests against his, and he gives her a helpless smile in return.

"You're makin' it god damned hard to take care of you, Gunny," he accused lowly, even as it made his heart ache with fondness and affection. "I promise I'll make sure takin' care of that wound worth it, too."

"You're doing a good job anyway," she murmurs. And it doesn't really matter how long it takes—they have time now. It's an incredible feeling.

"Are you going to keep me locked in the medbay all night, doc?"

He lets out a huff of a laugh, and god damn but his chest almost hurts for how warm and full it feels.

"You got somewhere else you want to be?" He asked, almost teasingly.

She hums in response, tracing his beard along his jaw.

"Is an actual bunk doable?"

It sends a lick of fire down his spine and straight to his groin again, though he is trying very valiantly to completely ignore the entire region south of his beltline at the moment.

He's failing.

"Depends who's bunk you were thinking about," He replies, a cheeky grin to go with it, before he forces himself to pull back about. "Ain't a reason you have to stay here, unless you want easy access to the pain meds."

Bobbie is being entirely innocent at the moment, although her mind seems to insist on wandering to the same place his does. She can't help it, not when he was on top of her just a few minutes ago.

"Mind if I borrow yours?" It's not the best idea, and she knows this ship has enough empty beds for about twenty more people, but she's not quite ready to be separated from him yet.

His heart thumps, despite himself, despite the fact that he knows perfectly well what a bad idea that is.

Tonight, anyway.

Not in general.

Because now that he's thinking about it, he's thinking about sliding into his bunk every night and having Bobbie there, too, and it's not even anything sexual that he's thinking, just the simple act of being able to sleep with her next to him, and his heart flutters erratically.

"... I'd like that," He admits, after a few seconds, the teasing flirtation gone, and nothing but an incredibly earnest desire left behind.

The sudden earnestness catches her off guard, and her smile softens. She knows he's a sap, but sometimes he still gets her. It's endearing and sweet in a way that makes her ache with affection.

"Me too. I promise I won't hog the bunk."

He wets his lips, trying to do the right thing and tell her that she really should spend at least one night in the med bay, but--

"You can hot as much as you like, long as you don't pull your stitches lose." Those are his terms, Bobbie. "Deal?"

She knows that's the better option, so when he agrees, she lights up.

"Deal. I can handle that."

Ugh, seeing her smile like that at him isn't making the whole attempt to be calm and unaffected any easier. He leans in, stealing another quick kiss before pulling back fully, this time, and holding his arms out do that she could use them as leverage, if she wanted.

"Alright. Come on, then. Before anyone else comes to and makes me try to explain why I'm kidnapping a marine from the med bay."

Bobbie doesn't really need the leverage, but she holds onto his arms anyway, just another excuse to touch him.

"Then we tell them its classified and to get out of our way."

He chuckled lowly.

"I hope you ain't actually expectin' me to keep this a secret, cause I'll admit, a complete stranger could get me to sing about it, right now." And he'm slide his hand over hers on his arm as he leads her out.

It's not a far walk, though there are two flights of stairs. His bunk is homier than the last time she was here, as if he's settled down into it, and he leads her to the bed.

Bobbie follows, glancing around instinctively as she sits. And she was right--a bunk is a million times better than a chair in the medbay.

"Sing about it, huh? I'd pay to see that."

He watches her sit down, a hand hovering over her shoulder.

"You only have to ask," he replies warmly, smiling, though there's a slightly worried note to his expression.

"You need anythin'? Fresh clothes, maybe?"

"I'm okay." She scoots closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "Don't start fussing. I'll heal up before you know it."

"Think after tryin' to hold all that blood in, I'm allowed to fuss a little," he replied, his heart thumping a beat and a half too fast as she leaned against him.

Carefully, he slid an arm behind her back, resting his hand on her hip as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Mm. That buys you an hour of fussing. Maybe two." And she thinks he's skated past that already. She definitely doesn't mind this, though, so she closes her eyes and wraps her arms around his middle, turning towards him, face still buried in the crook of his neck.

That urgent need from before is gone, but something else has slid in it's place, just as strong. He doesn't try to name it. He just breathes in deeply, pressing his face into her hair.

"I think I get at least a day," he murmured quietly. "Think that's more than fair."

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