The kiss ended as suddenly as it began when Sarah heard another soldier yell that there was an officer present. The medic stood at attention, blushing and resisting the urge to rub her thighs together. It was one thing for the soldiers and NCOs to see Sarah being disruptive—not that she had intended to be—but an officer could easily send her back to prison at the slightest excuse. Or he could transfer her to an even more dangerous posting.<em>Not that this place is conducive to longevity.</em><br/><br/>The young doctor was relieved when Lieutenant Warren left and took his very forward platoon sergeant with him. As exciting as the kiss had been, Sarah was glad for the chance to collect her wits without being groped further. She wanted her fellow soldiers to see her as a person, not a disposable PES sex kitten anyone could take advantage of.<br/><br/>Sarah decided to ignore Church’s earlier comment—she could not tell if he was serious or not, and regardless talking politics could get her tossed out an airlock. “So, does that mean I only sleep with her, or does our sergeant put a sign-up sheet on the door?” Sarah joked to her companions. Then she raised her voice slightly for benefit of the rest of the room. “I hope no one takes the sergeant’s friendliness as a sign to get carried away—I do control how much pain meds you folks get when you’re injured,” she said lightly. Though despite her joking tone, she wanted to make it clear that there were boundaries—the last thing she wanted was an open season on sexually assaulting the “pretty little medic.”