It wasn’t the first time she’d dripped blood, but that didn’t mean she liked it. Besides, now she was a wife and mother she was far more fastidious in her habits, even going so far as being told off for using all the hot water in the shower room on more than one occasion. She hadn’t been alone, of course, but Mal didn’t need that sort of increase to his blood pressure.
-- Indigo - Part XXIX by Jane0904