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Prompt: Zero gravity (particularly zero-gee sex)
Fandom: None
Length: 611 words.
Notes: Finally.
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She woke up and yawned softly, looking around the cavernous space around them. She stared blearily at the mostly-dark room, a room that looked like... the quaternary cargo hold?
She stretched a little, and the pressure around her body - arms, she realised after a moment - gently tightened around her.
"Can't have you drifting across the room and back before you even wake up," came a voice from behind her. A cute voice; a smooth, tasty kind of voice that she'd usually be hearing over the tach-pulse comms by now.
"Hey," she answered, buying valuable moments to actually wake up and inventory the situation.
She was here, in the hold. Her fiancé was doing his best impression of safety restraints. Her clothes were tumbling lazily in mid-air a dozen metres away, a chaotic jumble that drifted about with what was left of some desperate momentum.
"Um..." she said.
"You'll get good at mornings one day," he replied, watching a button drift lazily past. It looked like one of his, still yet to expend all of its energy against the far-flung walls of the cargo hold.
“Morning?”
“I think. I don’t get shiptime.”
“Um…” she fumbled for an explanation. “It’s tricky. And relative. As in Relativity.”
“Oh.”
“Why are we in here, nak-"
"You said you had something to show me, or words to that effect. Something to do with my transfer onto the ship," he answered.
"Mmm. Things you can't do with the tach-pulse." She smiled, the memories coming back as the sleepy mental haze dissipated.
”You mean you've tried?"
She answered with a soft laugh and a slap on the wrist, pushed free of his arms, and kicked away to collect her drifting nebula of clothes. Using their slight inertia to help reorient her flight, she landed gently against the bulkhead, her inertia carefully passed on to the immense weight of the ship.
"You're going to have to teach me how to do that," he mused. His first day aboard the ship - really, his first day off a planet - had been only slightly less awkward than a puppy trying to swim for the first time. Even that was mostly the crew shepherding him away from the walls.
"It's a big, open space; feel free to practice," she said, as she dressed slowly. For all that it was easy to move about, some things were still awkward without the help of gravity.
"Or you could tell me why the gravity generators don't work..."
"They're working perfectly." She stared at the spot where a button should be. One of hers, then.
"Oh? So where's all this-"
"Do you have any idea how hard it actually is to maintain zero-gee on an accelerating spaceship, let alone one on hard burn for superluminal cruising speed?"
"Er..."
"Thought so. Come on, you can practice while you're getting your clothes."
"Or not," he said, pointing to the cargo webbing wrapped around him. Where sleepwalking could be dangerous, sleepdrifting was plain suicidal. "How do you undo this stuff anyway?"
She sighed softly, and went back to undo him. “We’ll show you later,” she said, as she slipped the strands of the quantum-relaxable webbing back through each other.
“Should I take notes?”
“Probably best if you do. Remedial classes take time away from… other things.”
“Other things?”
“Other things.” She followed her answer with a kiss.
“I think I like the sound of that,” he said, with as much gravitas as he could summon.
“I think you’re meant to.”
“Care to demonstrate?”
“You’ll have to catch me first,” she answered; and he followed, flailing comically, as she drifted lazily across their metal box of sky.
shaysdaysPrompt: Zero gravity (particularly zero-gee sex)
Fandom: None
Length: 611 words.
Notes: Finally.
Make a request
She woke up and yawned softly, looking around the cavernous space around them. She stared blearily at the mostly-dark room, a room that looked like... the quaternary cargo hold?
She stretched a little, and the pressure around her body - arms, she realised after a moment - gently tightened around her.
"Can't have you drifting across the room and back before you even wake up," came a voice from behind her. A cute voice; a smooth, tasty kind of voice that she'd usually be hearing over the tach-pulse comms by now.
"Hey," she answered, buying valuable moments to actually wake up and inventory the situation.
She was here, in the hold. Her fiancé was doing his best impression of safety restraints. Her clothes were tumbling lazily in mid-air a dozen metres away, a chaotic jumble that drifted about with what was left of some desperate momentum.
"Um..." she said.
"You'll get good at mornings one day," he replied, watching a button drift lazily past. It looked like one of his, still yet to expend all of its energy against the far-flung walls of the cargo hold.
“Morning?”
“I think. I don’t get shiptime.”
“Um…” she fumbled for an explanation. “It’s tricky. And relative. As in Relativity.”
“Oh.”
“Why are we in here, nak-"
"You said you had something to show me, or words to that effect. Something to do with my transfer onto the ship," he answered.
"Mmm. Things you can't do with the tach-pulse." She smiled, the memories coming back as the sleepy mental haze dissipated.
”You mean you've tried?"
She answered with a soft laugh and a slap on the wrist, pushed free of his arms, and kicked away to collect her drifting nebula of clothes. Using their slight inertia to help reorient her flight, she landed gently against the bulkhead, her inertia carefully passed on to the immense weight of the ship.
"You're going to have to teach me how to do that," he mused. His first day aboard the ship - really, his first day off a planet - had been only slightly less awkward than a puppy trying to swim for the first time. Even that was mostly the crew shepherding him away from the walls.
"It's a big, open space; feel free to practice," she said, as she dressed slowly. For all that it was easy to move about, some things were still awkward without the help of gravity.
"Or you could tell me why the gravity generators don't work..."
"They're working perfectly." She stared at the spot where a button should be. One of hers, then.
"Oh? So where's all this-"
"Do you have any idea how hard it actually is to maintain zero-gee on an accelerating spaceship, let alone one on hard burn for superluminal cruising speed?"
"Er..."
"Thought so. Come on, you can practice while you're getting your clothes."
"Or not," he said, pointing to the cargo webbing wrapped around him. Where sleepwalking could be dangerous, sleepdrifting was plain suicidal. "How do you undo this stuff anyway?"
She sighed softly, and went back to undo him. “We’ll show you later,” she said, as she slipped the strands of the quantum-relaxable webbing back through each other.
“Should I take notes?”
“Probably best if you do. Remedial classes take time away from… other things.”
“Other things?”
“Other things.” She followed her answer with a kiss.
“I think I like the sound of that,” he said, with as much gravitas as he could summon.
“I think you’re meant to.”
“Care to demonstrate?”
“You’ll have to catch me first,” she answered; and he followed, flailing comically, as she drifted lazily across their metal box of sky.
