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s quarters, opened the drawer. The collar lay there,
the chain slightly tarnished, the soft kid leather slightly stiff.
With trembling fingers, he picked it up.
A faint scent of jasmine still clung to it -- or was he imagining
that? His eyes went to the chrono near his bed. 18:48. He
considered just heading straight for Bay 1, but caught a reflection
of himself in the mirror over his dresser that stopped him. Smiling
slightly, he ran his hand over his uniform.
No. His lips curled wryly as he remembered. He fingered the
synthetic fabric, black and brilliant royal blue. Quartermaster
would want to know why he needed two more uniforms after less than
six months, and he certainly couldn't explain that. Quickly, he
removed the uniform, and realized while pulling the tunic over his
head that it would also not do to appear at his Lady's ship still
carrying whiffs of medical sludge on him. Stilling his shaking
hands, he dashed into the shower, unable while there to keep from
running his hands over his bare skin as the steam surrounded him,
imagining them as hers. He might have lingered over the
anticipation, the wanting, but wanted nothing so much as to see her
again, hear 's voice, feel 's on and around him. Anticipation be
damned -- he wanted his Lady, wanted to be near her,
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