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Sweating cold drops and shivering, he dragged the dead wood of his legs out of the restroom. The wood twitched and each involuntary jerk of dead muscle sent streaks of fire racing along his spine. When he hobbled into the ward Sweet-Bottom was there with a smile only for him. His chest swelled with pride. Benny the returning hero.
"Come to entertain the troops?" A grin that would melt a weaker woman's heart eased over the scarred face. And hopefully her loins. She looked bemused, until he leered at her. "Or at least this one?" He was a mass of raw emotions and exhaustion, but standing naked before her, his hunger showed in a purely physical way. He blushed.
Not saying a word, Lt. Donnelly shook her head and showed him a needle.
Benny grimaced. "God, but I hate those things. Men don't need that crap."
"Right. Men don't, but teenage kids do when mama says so. And mama says so. Benny, you're on fire with it right now. Come on," she whispered.
"Forget it."
"Your choice, Grey. Arm or butt."
Carlos came up to stand beside her. He didn't look like he was going to let Benny get by with BS-ing the babe. Benny groaned. He flashed a brilliant cathouse smile at Sweet Bottom.
"You're right, baby, yo. I am choice. All beef. So do me in the expensive cuts." With that said, he let go of the crutches and flopped face down on the bed.
Carlos took his legs and eased them up on the bed.
"Jeez - 'Scuse me." Benny stiffened but whispers and grunts of pain hissed through his teeth. Carlos winced.
The chill of alcohol touched Benny's butt, then Sweet-Bottom's deft caress, and got an ache between his belly and the cot. The tiny sting of pain was nothing. Not even the fire in his spine could compare.
"Will you kiss it away, Mama?" And he wasn't talking about the needle's pinch.
With a gentle laugh, Lt. Donnelly stroked the wound. Carlos rolled him over. She leaned over Benny, those proud breasts pressed against his naked chest. She kissed him first on one cheek. And it was the scarred cheek, too. He marveled at that.
"How strong you are." Her words murmured over him, reaching through the warm, spreading haze of the drug. Benny tried to hold her, to return the kiss with one she'd dream of, but she slipped away and the sedative replaced the bondage of pain.
The Eagle-woman stood just beyond the edge of his vision. She gave him a slow nod, one that said he was fit to ride the skies with. She couldn't resist a wink at the
Aga:Veil, then scowled at Two Sword's happy sniffles.
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