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Mitch rubs his hands over her bare shoulders. “Anything I can do?”

When she gives him a shy smile and ducks her head, his heart races. “Can think of one or two things.”

“Oh yeah?” he murmurs, tilting her chin with his cybernetic hand as he leans in, lips hovering above hers. “Like what?”

V closes the distance, her mouth pressing hard against his and he responds in kind. As he deepens the kiss, she raises her arms to wrap around his neck and she cries out, her face wrenching in pain.

Immediately Mitch maneuvers her to the bed, encouraging her to sit as he kneels before her on the dirt. “Where are you hurt?”

With a grimace, V raises her left arm like a broken wing, and stretches over with her right. Realizing what she’s attempting, he gently pulls the cotton of her shirt up and away from her side, helping her out of the tank. His fingers twitch as he forces his eyes to trace the rectangle of white gauze that covers the left side of her abdomen, though the line of red that has seeped through the bandage makes him stop.

“Katana got a little close.”

“Lemme rewrap this.”

Mitch stands and digs for the medkit in his trunk. When he returns, she attempts to wave him off.

“It’s fine.”

Cocking his head, he purses his lips and scowls in exaggeration and she quickly capitulates, her laughter bubbling up and filling the tent. With a laugh of his own he says, “Lean back.”

Lacing her hands behind her head, V complies. Mitch pries away the tape that secures the bandage, moving slowly where the adhesive clings to her skin and she sucks her teeth. He focuses on his fingers and their work even as her breast lies heavy on his cybernetic hand.

She’s watching him, he can feel her eyes on him. Wondering about him, worried about his condition after what he admitted on the ride back to camp, or maybe worried he’s dwelling on hers. Or none of the above, and he just happens to be in her line of sight.

Once the bandage is off, he studies the wound—it’s deep and clean; more than a little close. He silently cleans it with an antiseptic wipe and she sucks her teeth again. He pokes through the medkit for a bottle of skin glue. With his cybernetic hand he holds her skin steady as he applies it with the other. Her breath is rapid as he works; he can see the rise and fall of her breast, the puckering of her nipple, and he longs to drag his tongue around the budding flesh.

As he finishes sealing the wound he lifts his eyes to hers and finds her watching him with hooded eyes, tongue swiping at her bottom lip. His breath quickens as he turns back to the medkit for a bandage. Once covered, he leans back to inspect his work, and only then does he take in her beautiful form as he lifts his gaze back to her face.

Her eyes are heavy and lips parted as he leans forward to press a kiss to the taut line of her abdomen, lips lingering on soft skin covering firm muscles, then he drags the tip of his calloused index finger around her nipple and her eyes flutter as she gasps.

“This okay?” he asks, his voice low as he pins her with his gaze and hot breath, his mouth hovering above her skin.

V lets out a shaky breath. “Yeah.”