My Sexy Saturday: Sexy in Space

This week’s My Sexy Saturday theme is “Sexy in Space,” which means sharing something from one of my science fiction books. I pondered going back to one of the earlier titles, but Buck, Naked is on sale for 99 cents through 12/15, so it’s no-brainer to give you a snippet of Buck and Aleema. In case you’re wondering, while Buck, Naked is the third book in the series, you can start with it and pick up the others later. (Due to vagaries of the publishing industry, I can put Buck on sale, but not the other two. It’s a long story.)

My Sexy Saturday is about sharing 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences, or 7 lines of your work that fit the week’s theme. So without further ado, here’s seven paragraphs of spaceship sex. The Malcolm has just survived a devastating attack thanks in part to Buck’s alien abilities. Both Buck and Aleema are injured, although thanks to their modifications, they’re healing fast. They’re taking some desperately needed time to regroup and celebrate being alive.

He could stand. Might not be the most graceful maneuver, but he could do it. But as he gazed at Aleema, another idea occurred to him. “Stay where you are,” he said. “But take your clothes off. For what I want to do, this is a good spot.” He wouldn’t have to worry about bumping up her bad arm, either, but that was an afterthought. The important part was she looked like a goddess there, marked with blood and power and love. Goddesses should be worshipped on your knees.

He knelt up and put his arms around Aleema’s waist. He rested his head against her belly and breathed in her scent. It had been a hellish day. She was blood-spattered and filthy and they never had taken time to clean up after the sexytimes between battles—good marling stars, that was all today, wasn’t it? They’d just arrived back on the ship today.

And they’d been desert-dusted and sex-smeared when they arrived, because B’to’s ship had a homemade fold-drive, but didn’t have a functioning sonic cleanser. (Xaquan didn’t sweat, they’d explained apologetically, so fixing it hadn’t been a priority.) The smell of woman, and well-sexed woman at that, came through the less pleasant hints of blood and burning. That made everything all right.

One of Aleema’s hands stroked his hair while the other simply cupped the back of his head, a little awkwardly due to the splint.

No matter how close he felt to Aleema, no matter how he was skirting that big, beautiful, deadly black hole called falling in love, they had some major obstacles to deal with before happily ever after—if that was even a possibility. It might be close to “ever after” with her immortality and his ability to regen, but that was assuming they made it that far.

So for now he wouldn’t regret or worry. He’d live in the moment for as long as he could manage it.

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