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#WritersCoffeeClub Ch 15 Nbr 05 — Share a snippet of what you've most recently written. CW: Fictional depiction of intimacy

Some context, but first a note on elocution: I ended this snippet at an interesting twist in the story, but I don't know the rhetorical term for ending with a line such as I did. If you know the term, please tell me!

Thorn Rose from my sff wip Reluctant Moon is narrating. They're inside what we, from our 20th and 21st century perspective, would characterize as a lunar excursion module. It's actually a lot less than what the term L.E.M. evokes, thanks to what I'll simply call Clarke's Law technology. She and her feather are—despite living in a totally different society—very human...

I looked at him lying on the straw mat. Only a man, but what a good man. White like fine porcelain—in contrast to my ruddy tarry black—he was finely muscled not bulky, strong and protective looking, flat on his back with the red-edged feathers of his slightly unfurled wings peeking out behind his calf, and behind his hips. His trim black beard glistened in the dim golden sprites I'd left aglow in the cabin. His uncharacteristically smooth forehead and relaxed eyebrows signaled a special peace as he slept, breathing rhythmically. Having an exclusive relationship as we did meant sleeping aside one another often, and provided reflective moments such as this. I sat crosslegged beside him and simply studied his face.

I was overflowing with affection, still. I inhaled the scent of his drying sweat mixed with mine, and smiled. I scratched a knee, impatience and memories of now-deadly reality trying to intrude. I had problems to solve[ as the mission commander], I knew but still! So lovely to look at.

My eyes did stray downward.

With a crooked grin, I straddled him.

He instantly enfolded me with a snap of his wings, bouncing me up in the ⅙th gravity, hands on my hips pulling me to his chest. I squawked, squirming, then squealed before worming myself around to kiss him, but giggling."You were pretending to sleep!"

"Stating the obvious. I wanted our interlude to go on forever."

"It did, as long as it might."

"Pretty much to my limit, you passionate little devil-woman."

I kissed him, peppering his face, too, not to signal I wanted more passion. True to the Streak I loved, the feather understood my intent and simply kissed back. Or, I'd think later, maybe there was no more starch!
We held each other for a long while, and I luxuriated in his warmth and his beautiful scent.
Then he said, "Bet Sea is pregnant."

Btw, Streak is a day angel.

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