Hey Arthur," Mindy said as she went into the medical cubicle.

"Here's the last of the gauze. I put it on the shopping list for the next scavenger hunt."

"Thanks," the medic grumbled.

"With Robbie's expedition and Jane's condition, I'm running short on some basic necessities."

Mindy smiled and sat down in his lap.

“But you manage to make it work," she said.

“Both of them are looking much better, you little miracle-worker you."

“I'm not surprised about Robbie, but Jane was just human. She was touch and go for the first few days.”

Mindy tussled his hair. Arthur was one of those kinds of guys that never gave himself the credit he deserved and always tried twice as hard as almost anyone else.

"I hear she's going to the Node tomorrow.

No one could have gotten her ready as fast as you did." She blonde girl stopped and kissed him on the forehead.

"When was the last time YOU got some sleep? More than a couple of hours I mean?"

Arthur had to think about it.

"Three days, I think."

"You need to get some rest. You're going to need your strength tomorrow." She pressed closer against his body.

Arthur was very aware of the proximity of the beautiful girl.

“I don't think you've got my ‘rest’ on your mind right now. And you know what your brothers would do. . ."

Mindy grinned, and she pressed her lips against Arthur's.

"My brothers . . . are quite indisposed. Anya took them topside for a little patrolling." While sexual activity was fairly rampant in the Den, Michael and Matthew tended to be a little protective of their sister. She wasn't exactly a virgin, but they did what they could to scare off potential suitors. Lucky for Mindy, her brothers were kind of stupid.

"I thought I might help tire you out . . . so you can sleep," she said, kissing him again. She liked Arthur more than any of the other men in the Strays. He could be gentle (or not) and quite passionate. And the things he could do to her body.

"You are a crafty little creature," Arthur said, taking a deep breath of air. Mindy tended to bring naughty thoughts out in him. Whenever he began to feel sorry for himself, she seemed to show up after ditching her brothers and make him feel pretty damn good.

“I figure we've got an hour minimum before the boys get back. Why don't we play doctor until I howl at the moon?" She was straddling his lap now, facing him as she kissed him more passionately than before. She pulled his shirt off over his head and ran her hands over his lightly haired chest, then leaned in and nibbled on his nipples.

"God, you're a horny bitch," he groaned. He reached around and grabbed her denim-clad ass, gripping it tightly and marveling at its firmness.

"I think I've got a temperature Doc. You wanna stick your thermometer in me and see how hot I am?"