"'Course," Lucy answered easily, like that ought to have been obvious. He didn't know her, of course, to know better, but she, at least, was well aware that she wasn't the kind of girl to keep her mouth shut for someone else's enjoyment. (She'd ruined a relationship that way, though that was the furthest thing from her mind now.) She wasn't anticipating any trouble from the wound, anyway, but this was her first time in bed with someone since the hurricane; she wasn't so reckless as to think it entirely inconsequential.

Mostly, though, if only for the fact that he knew and she was willing to speak up, it was. Even if it hadn't been, it would have been all but impossible to focus on, his skin against hers the only thing worth paying attention to, the only thing she was able to pay attention to. Not needing to dwell on the injury any longer than was necessary, she tilted her head up enough to catch his mouth with hers once more, a kiss that bordered on desperate. "So don't worry."