Hernan hung backward over the edge of the sleeping-niche, queues sweeping the floor, his body anchored only by Taryn’s weight straddling him.
“Ah,” he said, “not sure about this position. Blood rushes to the head.”
“Well, at least it isn’t zero-gravity,” Taryn said, obligingly hauling him up, tangling her legs with his, and flipping him to side-lying. “I don’t know how many adolescents we have to reel in from hidey-holes in the zero-g districts, before they get good and sick. In pairs, mind you, because it’s got a reputation.”
“Sex in zero-g?”
“Overrated, like most things you’ve heard about.”
From NaNo 2014, untitled romance with rayguns. In which Taryn and Hernan, my romantic leads, continue their passionate foxhole romance.
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