I'm in a Corso mood: “Do you even realize what you do to me?”
The little jukebox on the nightstand was playing his station, Carmadda was wearing his shirt, swaying around the ‘fresher as she finished getting ready for bed.
Her in his shirt, voice carrying to the bed as she sang along, the faint scent of her floral lotion…
The ‘fresher light flicked off and she slid into bed next to him, rolling over to wrap her arms around him and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
He slid his hands up to her waist. “Captain, you even realize what you do to me?”
“I patched up those shots you took in the thigh. And I said no exercise until they’re healed.”
“Completely healed?” he mumbled, lips brushing along her jaw.
“Mmmmmm….. mostly. And-” She batted his adventurous hand away. “I am not stitching you up again.”
Corso kissed her gently. A goodnight kiss. “Sleep well, Captain.”
“Mm-hm. Lemme know if you need more pain meds when those wear off…” She yawned and curled closer to him.
within moments she was sound asleep in the crook of his arm.