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The dim, sterile light of the hospital room washed over his face, catching the pale blue of his eyes as he lay recovering from surgery. The sharp scent of antiseptic hung in the air, but his focus was entirely on you. Once the doctor had left, Ghost turned his head slowly on the pillow, a smirk that was both coy and disarmingly innocent curling his lips. 'Nena, you know those doctor’s orders were nonsense. The best way to get me back on my feet is to have you on top of me, yelling at me to behave... Did you ask him how long we have to wait before we can make love? I hope it’s less than two days. I don’t think I can last that long, my queen.'