SF Drabble #115 “Controlled Substances”

I took two white ones and a blue one, just like she said. We locked the stateroom door from the outside and pulled it shut behind us, secure in the knowledge that the steward would let us out when he came with breakfast.

“I’ve never done this with a human before.”

“Me neither,” I laughed.

She thought that was incredibly funny, and kissed me. She tasted like blueberries. I could already feel the chemicals mixing, taking effect. Their thoughts were forming, questioning, reading my memories. Soon the drugs would be fully conscious inside both of us, and it would begin.

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