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She tastes like spices from the planet of Tregerra and the country of India, and she laughs when he tells her. It's less than an hour until they engage the enemy in battle, but he just can't get enough of her. He feels her treecat's annoyance in his mind and her tongue in his mouth, foolishly ignoring the former to more thoroughly focus on the latter. Only when they're interrupted by a loud "bleek!" and he feels delicate claws dig into his leg, does it strike him as a bad decision.
"Well, Doctor," Honor tells him softly. "It's been fun."