<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron returned her kiss eagerly, releasing her hips and wrapping his arms around her torso.  "You are an evil minx," he murmured.  "I now know how the prized bronco feels -- rode hard and put away wet."  He stroked a finger down her face to take away any sting from his words.  "I feel I should object to your cavalier handling of my person, but I will admit I quite enjoy it."  He paused.  "Damn it, Gwen -- I had not intended to climax inside you again until you had seen a healer... you must take care of that tomorrow, or we will find ourselves with a whole new situation to fret over."  He did not sound as put out by this as he should... the idea of her bearing his child was quite appealing.  Just -- not now.</span></span>