When Peter recognized the scent, he knew he was in trouble. When he saw Myka’s grin, he knew he should run. But it wasn’t until he felt the fire in his lungs from the lack of oxygen that he truly recognized the danger.
Peter placed his hands on Myka’s shoulders and tried to shove him away, but Myka held him tightly.
The kiss was electric, and Peter wasn’t exactly miserable about it. But that, more than anything, was why it needed to stop.
Peter lowered his hand onto the bandage and pressed into it.
“Fuck!” Myka hissed as he pulled away, backing into the exam table.
Peter took slow deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure.
“A bit rougher than I remember, Peter,” Myka said with a grin as he took deep breaths.
“You can just go ahead and forget again,” Peter said. He turned around to Bell. “How about we trade patients?”
“Well,” Bell smiled, “I would, but I think it’d be more fun if you took him, so I’m going to go over here now.”
