Literature
Healing touch
Dammit, Atton! Will you stay down?
Her voice was low and warm, wrapped around him like honey. That's what he'd first noticed about her her voice. Despite the underwear. He liked how she used his name, so familiar even after such a brief acquaintance. He chuckled regardless of the line of fire that sheared through his side remnant heat from an assassins vibroblade. Heh, brief
Hed known shed be trouble right from the start. The underwear might have been his first clue.
He grinned at her, his arm clamped to his side. Nuh-uh, gorgeous. Layin down to die just isnt my style.