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[By all rights, this should be filtered, but somebody's too crampy to care]

Penny, sorry for the late notice. I won't be able to make it to the Welcome Center today.

[She tries her best to stifle a groan as she's abruptly hit with sucker punch from Mother Nature]

And can you recommend a doctor?

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[He tries not to be obvious about his nervous swallow as he brings his hand closer to her, hovering over her lower abdomen. It should feel warm, pleasant, and soothing. Whether it actually helps more than that, he'll have to see -- and he watches her face for any sign of that.]

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[The sensation takes her by surprise -- but that's quickly overwhelmed by relief. Her eyes drift shut and she lets out a deep, shuddering sigh that's just short of a moan. The cessation of pain feels better than any orgasm.]

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[And her reaction takes him by surprise, enough that he yanks his hand away, face burning.]

Ah -- are you okay? [He wishes he hadn't put down his hood, because it's entirely obvious she is more than okay and he's probably lighting the room by now with how hot his face is.]

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[She lets out a little whimper when he stops, although the pain is still much, much better than before.]

I'm fine, don't -- [OH. His blush makes her realize just how she had sounded earlier. The sheer scale of his embarrassment makes her feel embarrassed too. She sits up, wincing only a little, and tries to smile reassuringly. Nothing awkward here, nope.]

That's a lot better. Thank you.

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[He clears his throat, but doesn't cut the magic just yet.] ...Good.

Is it gone, or do you need me to...? [Embarrassed or not, he's not going to leave her in pain.]

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[It still hurts, but it's nothing Ibuprofen can't handle. Better the pain than the awkward.]

You can stop. [Man, she hasn't dealt with a boy that awkward and bashful since her freshman year at the Academy. She's completely forgotten how to deal with it.]

Would you like some water? [Exit. Give him space to calm down. That's what you do, right?]

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[He sits back -- far back -- on his heels and manages a nod.] Or coffee, if you happen to have it.

[He's already getting himself under control, but it's not every day a gorgeous woman makes sounds like at at him. He'll be muddled for a bit.]

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I can do coffee. [Even better, it will give her more time in the kitchen.] Let me go put on a pot. I'll be right back.

[After she sets the coffee to brew, she makes a detour to the bathroom to pop a few Ibuprofen to kill off the last vestiges of pain.]