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  "Something tried to come after you while you were passed out. I dealt with it, but I afraid it may have taken away your chance to kill me yourself," she gave a light laugh and kept applying pressure to the wound on her arm. Its what she had learned from her handlers interactions with bleeding specimens and she wasn't entirely sure what the point was but knew it somehow helped.

  The animal attacker laid partly entangled her in web with clotted blood dropping out of its mouth. It looked similar to a grizzly bear yet with scaled limbs and an additional pair of eyes. The blood around her mouth gave an indication as to how she disposed of the beast and the gash on the arm showed how it had resisted her hospitality. He would have protested with her using part of his uniform to contain the bleeding, however, given that she risked her life when she could have easily left him, he forgave the act.

  "Do you know if its claws contained any toxins?" he asked. He had seen worse damage and watched people recovered. He had also seen slits as light as paper cuts killing in a matter of minutes.

  "I know the sensation of toxins. I'm immune to all, so even it there were, I had nothing to fear except if it made it past me."

  His advancement towards her made her flinch, a trained reaction and fear that he was coming to finish her off while she was weak. He was oddly gentle with examining her arm, inspecting the twin slashes. He took the shirt from her and wrapped the arm tight.

  "This won't hold for long, bring me to the medical center and I can sow it shut."

  She obliged the request, willing to live for a bit longer at least. While holding her arm, she lead the way through the maze of halls to a place she frequented once a month for her general check-ups and blood work. A few pauses here and there were necessary to avoid hungry wanderers. Upon entering the medical center, her hairs stood on end, yet knowing that it would be him doing work on her and not an insensitive lab coat made her fears subside a little.

  She stared blankly at the wall as he sowed her arm. Given a short amount of time to stop the bleeding, nothing was used to curve the pain. She didn't even twitch with the stabs. The blood didn't even gush out faster because her heart rate had kept steady. The area was cleaned a little more before the bandage was wrapped around it.

  "Thank you," she said it with little emotion, another trained response.

  As he washed his hands, she toppled over and gave a pained cry. She quickly rolled herself over on the examination table and returned to silence.

  After much persistence, he tricked her into taking a sedative and a pain killer. A few minutes later she was unconscious. He wanted to leave, to trap her there and seek others. Yet, if the killer bear was only one example of the creatures stalking about, he could only assume there were other dreadful creatures that would laugh at his knife. No, he was safer here in a secure room where he could be easily found.

  He took out the bedding stashed in the cupboards for the two of them to make them more comfortable. While he sat against the wall, she laid in his lap with a pillow under her head. Multiple blankets were used to cover both of them, trapping a perfect amount of heat that lulled him to sleep.

Some hours later he awoke with a jolt. His body cried out from the aches and pain briefly before the sensations silenced themselves. Glancing down, he saw that he'd woken her as well. She looked up at him with a sleepy expression and made a kissing expression. She might have also tried to wink, but it was hard to tell with the way her eyes drooped.

"I'm going to see if there's any food, are you hungry?"

"For food? No, still full. Hungry for you, always," she gave a proud smirk and was disappointed how casually he brushed it aside.

Familiar with moving wounded, he carefully shifted her from under him and set her down on the bedding. She stared at the tall ceiling, listening to him rattle through cupboards and drawers. A dull throb echoed through her wounded arm and she wondered if she'd get an impressive scar or end up losing her arm. Maybe if she lost her arm, she'd get a new one that was robotic. The thought of that almost made her wish she'd gotten a worse cut except for the pain that was beginning to creep back into her.

"Are you thirst?" he called. "Don't you dare say thirsty for me."

"A drink would be nice, my throat is getting a little raw."

"Those pain killers must be wearing off soon too, I'll get you a few more."

More shuffling and shifting around before he appeared above her. She smiled. He carefully adjusted her to a sitting position against the wall, then handed her the glass and pills. With those down, she shifted herself to be staring back at the ceiling. Comfortable, yet lonely. He had found a stash of crackers in someone's desk and dried fruit with nuts in another. Not much, but something. Quietly, he munched on them and they helped return some of his energy.

"I'm impressed. I'm laying here in a vulnerable state and you haven't even tried to take advantage of me. I guess you are different from most human males," she remarked offhandedly. "Though, there's no way a man like you would choose to give me affection. If I want anything out of you, I have to steal it. Your so straight laced, you probably set the standards in the labs."

Her teasing was mixed with subtle hints of anger and frustration. She knew very well creatures like her were the scorn of most men. A lovely form, well built, but not being human was an instant turn off.

"Admit it, you are too scared to break the rules. They've shaped your very life and to go against one would wreck you."

"Are you trying to goad me? How childish."

"You didn't answer my question. Don't be clever, human, admit your weakness."

"It is not weakness to follow rules."

"It is weakness if those rules lessen your potential or your happiness. Following rules can have your trapped in not saving someone's life because you aren't allowed to touch them."

"Certain rules can be broken--"

"Certain rules should be broken. Do you know when to break the rules, or does it have to be specific enough for you to be able to do so?"

"Your awfully ungrateful for being kept alive."

"Don't change the subject, I saved your life first, you've delayed my death," her words were as cool as her hands touching his bear skin. "I can't believe I fell for a living machine."

"Now your really pushing it with name-calling," he growled.

"You were trained to respond one way to me: anger, aggression, hatred, etc. No fear, no curiosity, no other emotions until I pried them from you. How does that not sound like a machine?"

His vat of emotions finally began to boil and his rational side lost the battle. Some part of him wanted to prove a point, though there was a portion of him curious about her body. How similar was she to a normal woman besides in shape and voice? Yet another part of him craved revenge for her actions in the past towards him, enjoyable or otherwise.

Swiftly, he came down after her. She was too sore to fight him fully, not that she really wanted to. He was cautious around her arm, holding the other one as he kissed her neck. The medication was in his favor as well, keeping her drowsy enough to relax and not panic. She nuzzled the side of her face into his and gave light pants. Her throat was given kisses next and he traveled up to her face. He paused near her lips, questioning his action and judgement. If he returned her affection, what would become of him?

  His hesitation left her open for an attack. Though shaky, she leaned forward and lightly licked his lips. It stunned him long enough for her to get away with it again. Her third time got her caught and suddenly their mouths were mixing. Her heart bubbled with excitement. She pulled back first, shocked that he had been so bold to make such an advance.

  "Why are you doing this?" she asked. "Why are we doing this?"

  "I've already lost everything at this point. I nearly lost my life it it hadn't been for you. It would seem you've tainted my heart with your affections."

   He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. He still wasn't very good at saying romantic things, it was still a start. He quickly came after her mouth again and she turned her head.

  "Lead up to it, get me excited before you attack. Didn't you pay any attention while I played with you?" she laughed, though she had to be careful not to jostle her arm.

   He moved down to her stomach and kissed around her.

  "Wait, that's not what I--" her words were wrenched from her throat as he stuffed his tongue into her navel. She gave a shocked cry. Her undamaged arm clenched his shoulder as her body tensed.

  "How are you doing this so well?" she demanded as she tighten her grip on his shoulder.

  He did repeated, deep strokes in her navel that made her quiver with each touch. Choked gasps jumped from her throat as she laid there.

  "Is that excited enough for you?" he asked, placing a light kiss on her belly.

  When she laugh, it shook the wounded arm and she choked a pained cry. Her attempted to silence her pain caught his attention and he drew himself up to her arm.

  "I'll have to redo these bandages, these ones look spent."

  She cursed her affliction for killing the mood and patiently waited as he collect the supplied to mend with. When he opened the bandaging, he remarked on his stitching skills, surprised how well he'd done. He found a pain-relief creme, which he found that he'd applied too much only after reading the directions after the application. It numbed the pain, along with her entire arm. The sensation made her feel as if she'd lost her entire limb, finding it somewhat amuzing.The process was done in a short amount of time and he suggested more rest. Upon which she refused and crawled up the wall in defiance.

  "Stay up there until you fall then," was his only response.

  He dug through the cupboards and drawers until he found a change of clothes that were suitable to replace his torn shirt. Shirtless for a short moment, he teased her from the ground. Simply watching his muscles flex as he pulled on his new shirt was enough to entice her. The best attack she could attempt was hugging him from behind. With one arm down, she found it a challenge to grip him. He allowed the childish behavior, knowing full well she was in no condition to be a threat.

  When her hand slipped up under the shirt, he trapped it with one of his hands. Her nails danced across what skin she could access, causing him to momentarily tense up.

   "I see this was your plan all along."

  "Easier to catch a fly with honey than vinegar," he replied.

  He released her hand and she gentle glided it up his body. Blindly, her hand explore him as she had done when he was bound. Muscle grooves, scars dents, and bone lumps were investigated in a calmer atmosphere. He told himself he was tolerating her behavior because it would exhaust her, his light inhales suggested other motives. However, when he nails drifted over the lip of his navel, he jerked away.

  "That is enough," he said quickly. "You need rest."

  "Only if you'll hold me like you care," she stated, wondering how far she could get.

   "What does that even mean? Am I suppose to cradle you like a baby?"

   She gave annoyed huff. With some directions and awkward shifting around and adjusting, he was spooning her with a hand on her side. He found the request to be silly, yet after a few minutes of laying there, she was sound asleep and he soon joined her.