As much as she liked him, and despite her willingness to crawl back into bed for him, soothing over conflict with physical affection was not the healthiest—physically and relationship-wise—way to handle this affection.

"Okay, I'm not lying," she said, a hand running through his hair as he peppered her throat with kisses. After a moment, though, she took hold of his hair and gently tugged him back to look at her. "But," she said, "I'm not sure this"—she cast a pointed glance between their two bodies—"is good for your wounds."

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Jamie smirked against her throat as she admitted she wasn't lying and was just about to slide his hands down her waist to her rear when she pulled his head back by the hair. He almost yelped but covered it with a hearty sounding chuckle instead.

"Maybe it's time you took control then," he said with a smirk along with a daring and mischievous glint in his eyes as he added, "How do you feel about being on top?"

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Bella let out a strangled noise and released her hands from around his neck. Her mouth hung open, and for a moment all she could do was stare at him as she sought words that had seemingly escaped her vocabulary. "You-You can't be serious," she managed after a momentary silence. "Not like... you don't mean it like that." And even if he did, surely he knew it would be even worse for him? (At least she thought so.)

Determined to avoid further embarrassment, Bella shook her head in response to nothing in particular and waved him off with a hand. "You need rest, not—that. Go back to bed."

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Jamie couldn't help but to chuckle more at her response. He should have known that it would catch her off guard. It wasn't exactly something a proper gentleman should ever propose to a lady. But, then again, they were anything but proper within the confines of his shack. Not that he was ever really that proper of a gentleman. And it wouldn't be the first time he'd experienced a woman in such a way. Truthfully, he thought he might quite like seeing her in such a position.

"Of course I mean it that way," he said, still grinning and not relinquishing his hold about her waist entirely. He was enjoying it all a little too much to let her go so easily. "I think you might be surprised how enjoyable it could be," he added with a smirk, eyes focusing on her to see her reaction.

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She made a noise of disgust, not at the suggestion itself—which, while embarrassing to hear aloud, did not repulse her completely—but at his frankness while discussing it. She was not a perfectly proper young lady, but she was no whore. "I think your brain fell out of your head and into your breeches," she said, unamused, "because it's clear where your mind's at, even in this state."

No, she decided. With his pain and her hesitance, it was hard to believe either of them would enjoy themselves.

"You know it wouldn't be wise," she said, caressing his stubble-covered jawline. "I'll go to bed with you, but only to sleep. You need rest, and what you're suggesting is, well, the opposite."

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Jamie knew when he was beat and he was going to stay true to his promise to her. And though her remark about his brain in his breeches had him chuckling, he still dipped his head forward for one, deep kiss. As he pulled back, he gave her a small salute. "As you wish, m'lady," he said with a smirk before he slid his hands from her waist and stepped away from her. He was far from tired but he knew it was pointless to fight her on the matter. And so to his room he went, where he slipped off the shirt he'd been so adamant about putting on. Once fully undressed, he slipped into bed content to simply cuddle the night away before eventually drifting off to sleep.

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