Her hands move over the sore muscle and he winces, hissing through gritted teeth.

"Sit still."

"I am sitting still. That stuff smells like horse liniment."

"Well, trust me, it works. Don't be such a baby."

"Don't make me turn you over my knee."

She cocks an eyebrow at him.

"I'll do it, don't think I won't -- oh fuck, that burns."

"That means it's working. And maybe next time you'll think twice about your choice of locations."

He slits his eyes at her, leaning in to nip at her ear. "Didn't hear you complaining at the time."

She shivers, a flush of colour tinting her cheeks at the memory.