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Eight shrugged her large, black backpack off her shoulders, dropping it into the artificial snow. She unzipped it and laid it out flat to access the rows and rows of medical supplies, each strapped into their positions to make them easy to find.
Her Captain looked uneasily at the medical kit, eyes lingering on the sharp stainless-steel tools. Eight clicked her tongue, settling down with her legs crossed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Eight promised. “Just show me where it hurts”
Captain pointed to a spot about 1/3 of the way down her right calf. Eight took it gingerly, probing different spots with her fingers, trying to ascertain the extent of the injury by watching her Captain’s face for signs of pain. They were subtle, so Eight had learned to assume the actual pain level was about three times what her Captain would let on.
There didn’t seem to be anything broken, but the area was already swollen up and her Captain was clearly in a lot of pain. Eight took a cold compress from her backpack and twisted the package, breaking open the plastic compartments inside. She shook it until the two chemicals had fully combined, and the pack was suitably cool to the touch.
“It’s a shame all this snow is fake, or I could have just used some instead.” Eight kept up the conversation, hoping to distract from the pain.
Eight pressed the compress against the swollen part of Captain’s tentacle, waiting for it to work its magic.
“You know what this reminds me of?”
Captain looked up at her. The new agent three and compony were far enough away at this point. It was safe for her to speak louder than a mumble into Marie’s ear.
“No. What does this remind you of?”
Eight grinned. She could hear the reluctance in that question, her mate could tell something was coming.
“When you burst through the ceiling and shattered that oversized blend-“
“Shut up.”
“Why? You saved my life. After all the times we fought, you risked everything for me! …and Cuttlefish, but also me!”
“And then I smacked face first into the floor and knocked myself out. That’s what this reminds you of?”
Eight nodded.
“You’re a bit of a one-shot-wonder, aren’t you, Cap?”
Captain Grumbled and stared down at the snow.
“Hush. I’m only teasing. You’re more like our secret weapon. We need to save you for the right moment.”
The swelling had subsided a bit. Eight removed the compress and found a roll of elastic bandage wrap.
She worked from the bottom of the tentacle to the top, making sure to wrap as tightly as possible without cutting off ink circulation.
“It would be nice if you didn’t overdo it quite so much.”
Eight secured the loose end of the bandage with medical tape and sat back to check over her handy work.
“Just one last thing…”
Eight held Captain’s tentacle up and pressed a soft kiss to the outside of the bandages.
“Feeling better?”
“Y-yeah…”
Captain was looking down and off to one side. She was trying to hide her blush. Eight had thought about telling her that suddenly looking away was more conspicuous, but then Captain might stop doing it.
“We should probably catch up with the others…” Captain insisted. She started to stand up, still a little unsteady after shaving an entire small island.
Eight jumped to help, but instead of simply grabbing Captain’s hand, she wrapped them in a tight, full-body hug.
“I’m sure the new-three has everything under control. Besides, I haven’t finished your check-up yet…”
“Eight. No.” The Captain warned, but it was already too late. Eight nuzzled into the side of her neck and pressured a kiss just under Captain’s pointed right ear. Captain whimpered as a bright pink tentacle wrapped around her throat, making it impossible to escape from Eight’s asymmetrical fangs.
Eight slowly worked her way down, leaving faint marks all along her captain’s throat until she ran out of territory to claim and swapped sides.
“E-Eight, stop! That’s an or-order!”
“As your chief medical officer, I overrule that order. You can’t go back into the field until I give you an ‘all clear,’” Eight purred. She dragged her mate back down into the fake snow, stopping to gently move Captain’s injured tentacle into an elevated position by resting it on her trauma kit. She went back to claiming every square inch she could get her lips on.
Eight didn’t quite understand why her beloved wanted to wear cuttlefish’s old poncho, but she did appreciate how easy it was to push to one side, leaving Captain in only her skin-tight black undershirt and leggings.
The elastic fabric was designed to be easy to move in, not to stop an opportunistic octoling from turning her mate into blushing mess.
Eight ran her hands down Captain’s sides, pausing to massage her hips before moving down her thighs.
“Eight!”
“Oh? Did that hurt? Maybe something up here is broken?”
Eight traced two fingers up the inside of her Captain’s leg. Coxing out a soft whimper from the stoic inkling.
“Eight, please. We should catch up with the others.”
Captain was practically pleading with her at this point. Eight sighed and withdrew her tentacles. She stood and offered a hand to help her Captain up.
The relieved expression on Captain’s face only lasted until She tried to put weight on her injured tentacle.
Eight clicked her tongue.
“You’re not walking on that.”
She bent down with her back toward Captain.
“Climb up.”
“…”
“Climb up or I’m tossing you over my shoulder.”
“Cod, damn it! Fine!”
Captain wrapped her arms around Eight’s neck. Eight slipped her arms under her Captain’s legs and stood, taking a second to settle the weight.
“See? This isn’t so bad…”
“…”
“I love you~”
“Love you to…”