Maire arose from thighs, wiped moisture from her mouth. She smiled over a tongue closing upon itself, sealing with mucus both her own and another’s. Shattered voices repaired as one: Do we, sweet-ness? The tugging of a voice formed beyond the vibration of flesh, somewhere within the electricity, the halo. The response was slow, not as a result of thought or consideration or reticence, but simply because Kath couldn’t calm her hearts enough to form words. Hands now idled from intertwining with hair danced lost across her bare thighs, abdomen, breasts, settled over her cardiac plate. La-la-duh-dub. La-la-duh-dub. Slowing, the edge of orgasm, the recession of the interior oceans of loss, of desire for a moment, an hour, a day with this dark partner, replaced with the richness of pleasure. “Of course... Of course.” “Good.” Her smile seemed misplaced, given the decision, the alliance. “Blinds off.” The panels walling the entire chamber shifted from murky gray to reveal a projection of the planet surface far above them.
