He recognizes the warmth, the sudden flush easing away the pain. It makes his already complicated feelings for her even more so, but he cannot find it in him to complain. Far from it - he wasn't looking forward to the days of guilty looks he was going to get from his captain.

What he wants from her... what he doesn't want would be a shorter list, but he's patient. Her body is intoxicating, doing away with regular, rational thought. He rocks back against her, eventually pushing her back against the blankets, his eyes dark.

Does she have any idea, the affect she has on him?