His breath hisses at the sting, a sharp sound that drops into a low rumbling groan of lust. Steadily he kisses down along her jaw, down her neck to suckle and nip at the junction of neck and shoulder and collarbone, purposefully matching her pace.

And all the while silently praying (admittedly increasingly incoherently) to whatever gods listen to poor overworked ship's doctors that no one will need him for a very long time. It might just kill him to stop now.