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Vik installs your cyberware no problem, works in the upgrades where they're necessary, his demeanor staying friendly even while having that professional air about him.

Oddly enough, seeing him work is... only making him more attractive.

In shape men are one thing, but intelligence ... that's a weak spot for sure. Vik here is both, wrapped up in one hell of a package, making if awfully distracting to have his hands wonder over your skin like this.

Takes a lot of know-how to be a Ripperdoc, like a surgeon and engineer put together. Can only imagine the stuff rattling around in that brain of his, though it's probably not the best idea to think too much on it, still being hooked up to the heartrate monitor.

Don't wanna risk making the thing go ballistic. Might freak Vik out.

Doesn't help that he rolls his sleeves, the fabric tight around his arms, making the veins of his biceps pop and draw your attention while he swipes his hand along one of the screens.

"Shouldn't take much longer," he takes a seat on his stool and rolls to the other side of your chair, smiling at you before surveying his work, "still numb? Got any tingling goin' on?"

"All good, doc."

"Good," he glances up to another screen, tapping along it briefly before meeting your eyes again, "did good kid, should heal up nice, just lemme know if you have any problems yeah? You've got my number."

"Better watch it, Vik," you warn, rolling your eyes playfully and seeing the edge of his lips twitch up in a knowing smirk, "tellin' ya, that kid shit is gonna get you in trouble."

He chuckles, the sound sending warmth flooding through your chest, almost making you lightheaded the way he looks at you, "is that so, sweetheart? Gonna have to go to the mats again?"

"Hey," you point a finger his direction, emphasizing your words, "had you pinned at the end, can't say that didn't catch you off guard."

"I pinned you first, sweetheart," that slight upturned lip shifts to a full-on smirk, the smug bastard.

You feel the slight blush dance across your cheeks, remembering what it felt like to have his weight pinning you down, shifting right between your legs. Took everything just to keep yourself from wrapping them around his waist right then and there, definitely not something you wanna think too hard on right now.

"How 'bout this," he scoots closer, his arms resting along his knees as he leans forward, smirk still dangling half cocky along the edge of his mouth, "I'll stop callin' you kid when you start showin' up regular for some training sessions, yeah?"

You tilt your head, eyes narrowing briefly but the grin never leaves your face, "sounds like both of those things are in my favor Vik, what you gettin' out of it?"

"Misty's on me about getting outta the office more," he waves his hand dismissively at first, but then shakes his head with a low chuckle, "she's right though, as always, and I enjoyed hittin' the gym the other day. Might do us both some good, give me a schedule for some down time and get you trained up so you don't end up on my table for a different reason."

"Dr. Vektor, are you saying you enjoy my company?" You feign a shocked expression, barely holding back the laughter behind it.

He gives another chuckle of his own, his brow twitching briefly before he shakes his head, "might be sayin' that, but if you tell anyone I'll deny it."

"Well, of course," you motion vaguely, "I'd expect the same consideration in return."

"Oh really?" his smirk broadens again, "kid like you not wantin' to be seen enjoying the company of an old Ripper huh?"

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