"Dunbar," Aria passes the paper to me. "He's in SHU 16,"

"He's in the SHU? What for?" I ask.

"Fighting," Aria responds, turning back to her computer to carry on typing. "Again,"

I tut and roll my eyes. "They're like caged animals here,"

"Tell me about it," Aria doesn't look away from her screen as she continues. "He will need stitches,"

"Why don't they bring him here?"

Aria shrugs expansively, but I get no more information than that.

"Well. I'd better get moving,"

Twenty minutes later, I am being ushered through the final gates in to the segregated housing unit.

"He's in 16," The correctional officer gestures towards the door in front of us. "Do you want backup?"

I shake my head. "I can deal with the prick,"

The CO holds his hands up. "It's your funeral," He passes me a panic button. "In case you need it,"

I nod curtly. "I'll radio when I'm done,"

The CO unlocks the door to reveal Kyle sitting in the dark on the side of his bed, head in his hands. He doesn't react when the door opens.

I turn to the CO. "I'll need some light, please," He nods in reply and waves a hand. Seconds later, the light flickers on. "Thank you," The CO stares at me a moment longer, then closes and locks the door behind me.

After a long moment, Kyle looks up at me. I tut as I see the bruises and abrasions adorning his face. "What was it over?"

Kyle cracks a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Honor,"

I roll my eyes again. "Shirt off,"

The smile finally reaches his eyes, a wicked glint lighting them up. "Yes, Ma'am,"

I don't respond, instead busying myself opening my case and getting the needful things together. I pull on my gloves and turn to Kyle. He's standing too close to me, his shirt off, revealing his broad chest. He's staring down at me, that crazy look in his eyes I've become all too familiar with. I put my hand on his chest and push him back.

He pushes himself dramatically against the wall, a smirk on his lips. "It feels good to be touched by a woman again,"

"Lie down and shut up, Kyle," I point at his bed.

He winks. "Anything you say, Miss. Davies," Kyle crosses the couple of steps from the wall to his bed, and lays down.

I wash out the smaller cuts and grazes on his face and arms first. Then I moved on to the main game. I grab my flashlight and lean down to inspect the large gash on Kyle's chest. Wordlessly, I begin cleaning the wound, before I get out the lidocaine. I look to Kyle and he nods. He hisses in pain with the first injection. "Stop being such a baby," I scold, and his chest shakes with a laugh. I pause, waiting for him to stop before I push the needle in again. Once I've numbed the area, I carefully dispose of the needle, in case Kyle gets any ideas. I move to the other side of the room, removing my gloves and bringing out a fresh sterile set.

I hear Kyle hum. "You can stay there all day," I turn to look at him, and his eyes are fixed on my behind.

"Fuck off, Kyle," I warn.

He smiles at me as I move back to him. "I'd rather fuck you,"

I heave a sigh and roll my eyes. "You're all the same,"

He continues to smile, holding my gaze as he replies. "I heard what you called me outside, you know," He reaches out to me, brushing his fingers across my hand. "I'm not always a prick,"

I look away, and move my hand. "Kyle-" I stop as his hand rests on my thigh. I grit my teeth, annoyed at how I feel my body reacting to his touch. "I need to get you stitched up,"

Kyle never moves his eyes from my face as I work, closing the skin back together again. As I fold away the pointy things, making a show of placing them in the safety container. "Shank?"

"Something like that," Kyle replies. He swings his legs around and sits on the edge of his bed.

"I'll prescribe you some antibiotics," I begin placing everything back in to my case, and click it shut. I turn to see Kyle poking at the stitches. "Leave it alone, you twat,"

Kyle looks at me, smiling. "Quite the attitude you have there, Miss. Davies."

I don't reply as I return to his bed side and open the dressing. "Sit back,"

Kyle leans back, placing his hands flat on the bed behind him, exposing his bare chest to me. His dark eyes watch mine as I allow my eyes to roam over his body. "Like what you see?"

I bite my lip, but I don't answer. I bend down, lining up the dressing carefully before I press it down.

Kyle waits for me to finish before he grabs my wrist, holding my hand against his chest. After a moment, he moves my hand, forcing me to feel the hard planes of his chest, moving it between his pectorals, and down over his abs.

"Kyle," I breathe, closing my eyes, "get your hands off me," He pushes my hand further south, resting it on the hem of his slacks. He runs his spare thumb over my lips, and I can't help but part them. He takes the opportunity to push his thumb in to my mouth. I close my mouth around his thumb, flicking my tongue around it for a moment before I graze my teeth against it.

He moans low in his chest. "Fuck," Kyle pulls me down on to his lap, pulling my legs either side of his and he presses his lips against mine. His kiss is deep and insistent, and he bucks his hips up in to me, making me feel his erection.

I can't help but indulge him for a while. I kiss him back, my hands reaching around his back and dragging nail marks in to his back. He moans again in response, and grabs on to my ass, lifting me as he swings around and lays back on his bed. He wraps his leg around mine, holding me close to him, his hands still on my ass, pulling my groin against his length. He rubs himself against me, one hand flying up in to my hair and grabbing a handful. I gasp, but hold in a yelp as he sinks his teeth in to the soft flesh of my neck. "Kyle, we can't-" Somehow, I manage to pull myself away from him, but he is one step ahead. He has my back pressed against the cold wall of his cell, and he is licking and sucking marks on to my neck and chest. I don't know how he's managed to undo the buttons of my shirt. He presses his face between my breasts, his hands coming up to tease my nipples, before he stands and looks down at me. "Tell me to stop," He glances around the room, listening for sounds outside. He nips my lips, and his hands work on trousers, pushing them down over my hips, then he grabs my hands and tucks them in to the back of his slacks. He slides his leg past mine, pressing his knee to the wall and pinning me. "Tell me you don't want this,"

"Kyle…" I rest my head against his chest and close my eyes. I allow him to use my hands to push down his slacks, letting him spring free. He releases my hands, and I bring them between us and close around his cock and use the other to idly toy with his balls.

He whimpers as I stop, his eyes locking with mine, wild and searching. "What are you…"

I twist myself around and push my butt out to him. A moment passes, then I feel him pull the neck of my shirt and sink his teeth in to my shoulder. I can hear him rumbling, perhaps trying to keep louder, more suspicious noises from being heard from the room.

"Fuck," He says again; he nibbles my ear as he talks next. "Are you sure?"

I nod, rubbing my ass against his length. "Rough as you like,"

He pants in my ear as he lines himself up, then gently presses in to me, entering with too much ease, pausing whilst we both adjust. "You like it rough?" He questions. I only nod in response. I feel him slip my silk scarf off my neck, and a moment later, he puts it in my mouth. "You're going to need this," He promises. He knots the scarf around his hand and pulls my head back. He holds my hip in his other hand and begins to move. I feel on the edge already, and I can feel wetness running down my legs. He begins agonizingly slowly, making me feel every inch of him. As he picks up the pace, he pulls on the scarf harder. I feel him shudder as I whimper in response. He begins to pull me back in to him, as he slams himself in and out of me. I can hear him swearing as he tries to hold back whatever delicious noises he would normally make. I grind my teeth over the scarf, closing my eyes as his moves his hand from my hip around, and between my legs. He closes his hand around me, and I push in to the contact, gaining friction. I feel his fingers press against each side of my entrance, and he dips his head and rests it on my neck, reveling in feeling himself pumping in and out of me. "Come for me," He whispers. He doesn't have to ask twice. I hold my breath and close my eyes, pressing my hands up against the wall, my fingers curling as my orgasms crashes in to me.

"Fuck," He growls, and he brings the scarf up to his own mouth, and he bites down on it. I hear his breath catching, and his now free hand shoots to mine and squeezes mine as he spills in to me. His grip is almost bone crushing as he thrusts himself in to me a final few times, before finally slumping against me, panting against my ear. We remain there for a moment, before thinking better of the situation and parting ways, tidying ourselves up.

I bend down to gather my hair back up in to a pony tail, and I feel Kyle's fingers tracing against my sensitive clit through my trousers. I stand up and turn to him, snatching my scarf out of his hand and tying it back around my neck.

"You're not going to leave me a souvenir?"

I shake my head.

"Something I can hold on to whilst I sort myself out later on tonight?"

I close my eyes, allowing myself to envision Kyle pleasuring himself for a moment. "I might want to use it for myself," I drop my case on to Kyle's bed and double check I haven't left anything behind.

"You'll think of me whilst you touch yourself tonight?" Kyle questions.

"It wouldn't be the first time, Kyle," I smirk as I look at him, and his jaw drops in surprise.

"Oh my god," He rakes his fingers through his hair. His hand automatically goes to his groin and he adjusts himself as I watch. "I'll definitely be thinking of that tonight," He drops down on to his bed and looks up to me.

I click my case shut one final time, and Kyle puts his hand on mine before I move away. I look at him.

He grins wickedly. "I'll have to get myself cut more often,"

"I wouldn't advise that," I straighten out my shirt and look down at Kyle. A sad look has taken over his face. I pause and open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes. Kyle stands again, and takes a step towards me. He looks down in to my eyes, lacing his fingers with mine. He presses his lips gently against mine and kisses me longingly.

We jump back from each other when there's a hammering on the door, and the metallic scratch of the peep hole being opened. "Are you about done in there?" The CO booms.

I bend to pick up my case and Kyle admires the view. "Just about,"

Kyle sits back on his bed, and links his fingers together, leaning his head against the wall, a small smile playing on his lips. He allows his knees to fall apart, and he doesn't miss me enjoying his little display. "All fixed up, Boss,"

The CO opens the door, glowering at Kyle. "Don't move, Dunbar,"

"Wouldn't dream of it, Boss," His eyes return to me. "When do I see you again, Miss. Davies?"

"Two days, dressing change,"

He smiles. "I look forward to it,"

I nod and look away. "I won't use the lidocaine next time,"

"Dunbar will be going to the infirmary next time," The CO grunts.

Kyle shoots the CO a look. I cut in. "Yes. I will write him up for some antibiotics," I turn to the CO, and he nods. I turn to Kyle and nod.

His eyes pierce back in to mine. "I'll see you soon, Karla," I bite my lip, and his eyes drop to watch. He shifts uncomfortably, and I smile. "Don't forget your scarf," He smiles as I reach up in reflex and check it's still there. Kyle stands, never moving his eyes from mine. "You might need it,"

"All right, time's up, Dunbar." The CO steps towards Kyle, his hand moving to his taser, and Kyle steps back, hands up.

"Brian," I touch the elbow of the CO, and gently pull him away from Kyle. Kyle bristles as he sees the contact. "Let's go,"

"He's threatening you," Brian retorts, his hand closing around the taser.

"Brian," I insist, putting my hand on his chest. I look back to Kyle, and his face is like thunder. He looks ready to launch himself across the room. Finally, Brian looks away from Kyle and to me. "Can we just go?" Brian glares at Kyle once again, then escorts me out of the cell, taking too much pleasure in locking the door behind him.

"He is such a dick," Brian snaps.

I smile. "A total prick,"