[Original] Weightless
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kittydesadeTitle: Weightless
Source: Triumvirate
Genre: Science Fiction/Erotic
Characters: Juice, Mari, Lee
Word Count: 1,099
Summary: When the gravity goes offline... again... Mari seizes an opportunity to try something she's always wondered about.
A/N: Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo prompt "Suspension"
The gravity had gone offline again. Juice was fixing it, but between that and the environmentals she had her work cut out for her. Mari didn't expect it all fixed at least for several standard hours, and in the meantime it was hovering somewhere between sweltering and cool. Lee finally told her to vent the ship to space at least for a little bit, but the heat loss would take some time to set in. Maybe as much time as it took to get the environmentals back online. Useless.
"This is ridiculous..." she muttered, wiping her face and what parts of her body she could manage with a cloth and then tossing it into the laundry. Little beads of sweat still bubbled off of her and floated in the air. "God, I hope.. Juice, you haven't got the air scrubbers back on yet, have you?"
"Not yet, Mari." Her voice, expressionless, was a sign of how much processing power she was diverting to fixing the problem. Not enough left to simulate human interaction. or maybe she was doing it to make a point and was irritated with being asked every ten minutes.
"Shut my mouth," Mari muttered.
The door hissed open. Hissed, rather than slid noiselessly, because there was a lot of ambient moisture in the air. Mari turned somersaults in the air trying to see who came in, blinked at the expression on Lee's face as he floated up to meet her. Then she realized at least some of what it was; she was, due to the heat, wearing only her underwear and Lee still hadn't gotten over what they'd done a few weeks ago.
"Hi."
"Hi." Her mouth twisted with trying not to laugh at him. "You can look at me, you know. You've pretty much seen me naked anyway. A lot."
And if he hadn't already been slightly pink, he definitely was now. "Mari..."
"I'm pushing too hard again, aren't I." It was hard to know when to stop, now that she'd won that first argument. It was hard to know where to push to, also. She wasn't sure what she wanted now that she had him. Part of her suggested that maybe she should leave him and his waffling and his stubborn insistence on slowly killing himself on this ship to whatever other than that he wanted, pack it in and go elsewhere. Part of her suggested he needed looking after. Taking care of. In more ways than one.
She turned another somersault in the air while she thought about that, eyes closed. Her heel brushed some part of him, shoulder, she thought. Then it put her back up against the wall and she opened her eyes.
He was smiling. Wryly, and small, but it was still a smile.
So she threw a wadded up cloth at him. It didn't go very far before it started bobbing in the lack of gravity. "Well, stop ogling my ass, then."
"Ogling?"
"Ogling. Which you were. You don't get to ogle unless you admit you want me, the sex is great, and you're just being a prude." Although the blushing was kind of cute.
"The sex is good," he admitted. "I'm still not sure how a--"
"If the next words out of your mouth include 'appropriate', 'allowable,' 'moral', or anything like that I am going to scream."
He shut his mouth and put on a look of exaggerated innocence. Surprisingly, it looked good on him. Made him look more relaxed, more human. Less like a leathery old sack. On impulse, she pushed off from the wall and floated into him, kissing him.
Free-floating kissing was something else. Especially when your partner kissed you back, and even if it took him a second to get there he did manage it. They were both getting there. It wasn't deathless prose love, but it was something. She could laugh and joke with him and she hadn't been joking about the sex, that was good. Kissing him like this made her blood heat. Right now, it made her wonder. If she could shift her hips just this way and wrap her legs around his, would it push them into the wall or the ceiling.
"Mari..."
"Mmm?"
His voice held a note of warning, but mild warning. Not like last time. "Are you sure this is such a good idea?"
The lights dimmed a little; the background thrum of the speakers and the security cameras switched off. Juice was operating only on their vitals right now as far as safety measures, giving them their privacy.
"Well," she murmured, hooking her fingers into his trousers and feeling the sweat that had collected beneath his clothing. Pulling him against her as much as she could grind against him without anything to push her body off of. That wasn't him. "Someone approves, anyway."
He pushed them off the ceiling, their legs still tangled up in each other, and they bounced lightly off the floor as he reached for one of the safety bars. In case of just such an emergency. "Not ... quite what I was thinking of..." he murmured back, dragging his fingertips down her back. Sweat beaded on his fingers, on her skin, and bubbled off, floating through the air. It made her think of other things that might go bubbling through the air. At least when the gravity was engaged such things were usually confined to the sheets.
"Maybe we can just start now, and finish later..." And as she turned that thought over in her mind she started to crawl down his body, hand over hand, leaving him to grip the safety bar with both hands now behind his back. It made easing his pants off a little complicated, but she managed. "Mm. I can see I'm going to have to be..." her tongue pressed against him just in time to prevent more fluids from bubbling through the air; he gasped at the shock of damp touch. "Quick."
She smirked up at him. Then took him into her mouth and began to work him over, her body floating weightless and light and anchored only by her hands on his hips. It made everything somehow more acute. More sensation.
"Juice?" he gasped, in another several minutes, when he not only had breath but also presence of mind to speak.
A flashing light above the speaker box in the corner indicated the AI's attention, despite the lack of vocal interruption.
"Fix the air scrubbers first."
Source: Triumvirate
Genre: Science Fiction/Erotic
Characters: Juice, Mari, Lee
Word Count: 1,099
Summary: When the gravity goes offline... again... Mari seizes an opportunity to try something she's always wondered about.
A/N: Written for the
kink_bingo prompt "Suspension"The gravity had gone offline again. Juice was fixing it, but between that and the environmentals she had her work cut out for her. Mari didn't expect it all fixed at least for several standard hours, and in the meantime it was hovering somewhere between sweltering and cool. Lee finally told her to vent the ship to space at least for a little bit, but the heat loss would take some time to set in. Maybe as much time as it took to get the environmentals back online. Useless.
"This is ridiculous..." she muttered, wiping her face and what parts of her body she could manage with a cloth and then tossing it into the laundry. Little beads of sweat still bubbled off of her and floated in the air. "God, I hope.. Juice, you haven't got the air scrubbers back on yet, have you?"
"Not yet, Mari." Her voice, expressionless, was a sign of how much processing power she was diverting to fixing the problem. Not enough left to simulate human interaction. or maybe she was doing it to make a point and was irritated with being asked every ten minutes.
"Shut my mouth," Mari muttered.
The door hissed open. Hissed, rather than slid noiselessly, because there was a lot of ambient moisture in the air. Mari turned somersaults in the air trying to see who came in, blinked at the expression on Lee's face as he floated up to meet her. Then she realized at least some of what it was; she was, due to the heat, wearing only her underwear and Lee still hadn't gotten over what they'd done a few weeks ago.
"Hi."
"Hi." Her mouth twisted with trying not to laugh at him. "You can look at me, you know. You've pretty much seen me naked anyway. A lot."
And if he hadn't already been slightly pink, he definitely was now. "Mari..."
"I'm pushing too hard again, aren't I." It was hard to know when to stop, now that she'd won that first argument. It was hard to know where to push to, also. She wasn't sure what she wanted now that she had him. Part of her suggested that maybe she should leave him and his waffling and his stubborn insistence on slowly killing himself on this ship to whatever other than that he wanted, pack it in and go elsewhere. Part of her suggested he needed looking after. Taking care of. In more ways than one.
She turned another somersault in the air while she thought about that, eyes closed. Her heel brushed some part of him, shoulder, she thought. Then it put her back up against the wall and she opened her eyes.
He was smiling. Wryly, and small, but it was still a smile.
So she threw a wadded up cloth at him. It didn't go very far before it started bobbing in the lack of gravity. "Well, stop ogling my ass, then."
"Ogling?"
"Ogling. Which you were. You don't get to ogle unless you admit you want me, the sex is great, and you're just being a prude." Although the blushing was kind of cute.
"The sex is good," he admitted. "I'm still not sure how a--"
"If the next words out of your mouth include 'appropriate', 'allowable,' 'moral', or anything like that I am going to scream."
He shut his mouth and put on a look of exaggerated innocence. Surprisingly, it looked good on him. Made him look more relaxed, more human. Less like a leathery old sack. On impulse, she pushed off from the wall and floated into him, kissing him.
Free-floating kissing was something else. Especially when your partner kissed you back, and even if it took him a second to get there he did manage it. They were both getting there. It wasn't deathless prose love, but it was something. She could laugh and joke with him and she hadn't been joking about the sex, that was good. Kissing him like this made her blood heat. Right now, it made her wonder. If she could shift her hips just this way and wrap her legs around his, would it push them into the wall or the ceiling.
"Mari..."
"Mmm?"
His voice held a note of warning, but mild warning. Not like last time. "Are you sure this is such a good idea?"
The lights dimmed a little; the background thrum of the speakers and the security cameras switched off. Juice was operating only on their vitals right now as far as safety measures, giving them their privacy.
"Well," she murmured, hooking her fingers into his trousers and feeling the sweat that had collected beneath his clothing. Pulling him against her as much as she could grind against him without anything to push her body off of. That wasn't him. "Someone approves, anyway."
He pushed them off the ceiling, their legs still tangled up in each other, and they bounced lightly off the floor as he reached for one of the safety bars. In case of just such an emergency. "Not ... quite what I was thinking of..." he murmured back, dragging his fingertips down her back. Sweat beaded on his fingers, on her skin, and bubbled off, floating through the air. It made her think of other things that might go bubbling through the air. At least when the gravity was engaged such things were usually confined to the sheets.
"Maybe we can just start now, and finish later..." And as she turned that thought over in her mind she started to crawl down his body, hand over hand, leaving him to grip the safety bar with both hands now behind his back. It made easing his pants off a little complicated, but she managed. "Mm. I can see I'm going to have to be..." her tongue pressed against him just in time to prevent more fluids from bubbling through the air; he gasped at the shock of damp touch. "Quick."
She smirked up at him. Then took him into her mouth and began to work him over, her body floating weightless and light and anchored only by her hands on his hips. It made everything somehow more acute. More sensation.
"Juice?" he gasped, in another several minutes, when he not only had breath but also presence of mind to speak.
A flashing light above the speaker box in the corner indicated the AI's attention, despite the lack of vocal interruption.
"Fix the air scrubbers first."