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the company of others after a battle to take the edge off.
    As a healer, Urenya had to know that, even if she’d never felt it herself. So he could only assume she either didn’t care or it didn’t bother her. Or – the treacherous thought came – she was doing it on purpose.
    Narath blamed it all on the battle hormones flooding his body, but when she looked up at him from her kneeling position, it was all he could do to keep still. His hands tightened around the edges of the med table he was sitting on, so hard he nearly twisted the metal. Urenya’s eyes were big and wide and just as her hand brushed – teasingly, maddeningly fleetingly – against his groin and a feral growl escaped his lips, she jumped as if caught. For a moment she looked as though she’d just been woken from a dream.
    “I’m sorry,” she said then, smiling, shaking her head clear. “I know your blood must be up. I shouldn’t go around poking you.”
    “I don’t mind,” Narath found himself saying before he could stop himself.
    It was true, after all. His desire rushed up and down his spine and no matter how inappropriate he thought it was to feel that for someone he’d just met, he couldn’t stop the images from dancing before his eyes. Urenya looked as though she was made to fit into his arms, her small, curvy form perfect in every way, begging to be held against his chest. His eyes were undressing her, banishing the pain of his wound to a very distant priority. The healer’s robe was skintight by the grace of some cruel joke, drawing his eyes straight to where they wanted to go – she wasn’t as lean as the warrior women were but exactly right to have something for him to embrace and hold on to when he…
    Urenya was watching him with a slightly amused expression, a twinkle of something he couldn’t entirely decipher in her eyes.
    “I hope you also don’t mind when I won’t repeat that,” she said, stepping away, leaving the air thick with disappointment.
    He did. Even with the battle excitement urging him on, he’d never felt an instant desire like that for anyone before. Her scent lingered in the air when she moved, over all the odors in the med bay, some of which weren’t exactly pleasant. Where she went, simple freshness remained. Narath found himself drawn to her like tall trees searched for the light and warmth of Briolina’s stars.
    “You will leave me like this?” he asked, only half-joking.
    The ache would be terrible and the satisfaction incomplete without her, he knew that.
    Urenya chuckled.
    “I fixed your leg. Try not to put too much weight on it for a few days. I can’t fix whatever else you have in mind.”
    “You could,” he said. “I would make it worth your time.”
    Something very sad passed behind Urenya’s eyes, and for a moment, her kind smile faltered. Then she shook her head.
    “I’m sure you would,” she teased, but it didn’t have that easy drive behind it anymore. He was just tolerated now.
    As he got up to gather his spear and leave, he nearly bumped into her. The med bay wasn’t all that big while he, by all accounts, was. Urenya’s eyes darted up to meet his, taken aback, but as he apologized and left, he knew he’d seen it. There had been the unmistakable flare of lust as she stood pressed against his chest, frozen in place for a moment. Then the spell was broken, and she resumed her duties while he returned to his room.
    Narath knew he wasn’t a bad-looking warrior, and it had been a while since he’d had to resolve any of his needs on his own. But that day, he didn’t feel a pull towards any of the women he knew might be willing to join him. He stripped off his clothes, let them fall to the floor and walked straight to the shower.
    Even if he knew it would only be a shadow of relief, he still sighed as he wrapped his fingers around his cock. Any friction was welcome by that point. The walk alone from the med bay had been more painful than the wound in his leg. Water washed