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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."

Bobbie settles against him, utterly content for the first time since this whole thing started. She thinks she'd be happy staying here, just like this, forever, and she presses a kiss against his neck.

"Okay. I can handle a day."

It makes his heart feel too large for his chest, as if it's pressing at his ribs and trying to escape - a pleasure almost edging on the painful, just from how deeply it's cutting into him. He breathes slow, his heart beating a little too irregularly.

He's suddenly overwhelmed by about a hundred things he wants to tell her, none of which he could actually say. Not yet, anyway. Even though he feels them, intensely. Deeply. He is not going to fuck this up. Not now.

So instead he just breathes, and presses another slow, gentle kiss to her forehead, the hand around her waist pulling her that fraction of an inch closer.

She's not sure when she turned into such a sap, but she's thinking the blame falls squarely on Alex. Her heart skips a beat when he kisses her again. It's such a chaste thing, but it's the obvious, intense affection that gets her. He pulls her closer and she tightens her grip, smoothing a hand down his spine.

"How long do I have with you before Holden steals you away for something?"

"I don't think we'll be seein' him for a good eight or nine hours, at least, but I'll be honest - if he comes tryin' to bug me before it's absolutely necessary, I'm gonna throw my mag boot at him."

He was pretty sure that he and Naomi would be shutting themselves off for a little while. Amos, on the other hand --

"Amos would get both mag boots."

Eight or nine hours sounds like heaven, and she can't help but laugh, because they're definitely on the same page.

"Amos wouldn't even blink."

Her laugh spreads a warm wave through him.

"Yeah, that's why he'd need both mag boots to get the hell out." He pulled back enough so that he could properly see her face, and he gave her an incredibly fond smile. "... Can't blame me for wantin' to keep you to myself for a while, right?"

"Nope," she replies, leaning forward to steal a kiss, smiling when his beard brushes against her. "I bet I could still kick Amos' ass, even with a gunshot wound."

It was ridiculous, to feel such a surge of honest pleasure, from so simple a kiss. He couldn't even return it, he was too busy grinning.

"I ain't takin' that bet, I know I'd lose. But I'd still rather you didn't pull out your stitches just 'cause he can't take a hint."

He leaned in, stealing the kiss that he didn't quite get to indulge in, though he still couldn't stop smiling.

She kisses him back readily, laughing quietly as she pulls back. Beyond the fact that she can't keep her hands off of him, she's just happy to be here with him again. It felt almost like a part of her had been missing when they were separated.

"If he can't take the hint, pulling a few stitches is worth it."

Christ, but it was a relief to hear her laugh like that. He raised a hand and ran a knuckled down the side of her cheek.

"Just 'cause you can take the beatin', Gunny, don't mean I want to see you do it. ... 'Sides, I think there might be a much easier way to get the message across."

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