SF Drabble #351 “Mail Call”

Maura was waiting for Perry just inside the inner hatch; this happened to be one of the weeks where they were speaking to each other. She helped him get his helmet off.

When he could hear her, she said, “Nothing yet. But they did mention it might be late.”

“Right.” Fortune favors the bold: “What shall we do while we wait?”

Maura rolled her eyes, but then stared at him for a moment. “Oh, all right.”

It’s not really lovemaking as such. Low gravity is a challenge. They’d gotten fairly good in the early days, before familiarity had bred contempt.

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