365 Days of Drabbles: Day Twenty-Eight (PG-13)

[jeriendhal]

For ankewehner: "Sailing the high seas"

It wasn't quite as good as space, Mel reflected from the helm, as the catamaran skimmed over the waves. The oceans of their homeworld was microscopic compared to the universe at large. On the other hand, there was the same feeling of freedom, the ability to point in any direction and just go.

There was one other similarity to her old hobby as well, she thought, as she set the helm to autonav, and stepped to where Rolas waited, bound naked to the mast with coils of white rope.

"Arr," she purred, pressing against him. "Time to bury me treasure."

Comments

[rix_scaedu]

As long as they're both having fun.

[jeriendhal.livejournal.com]

Mel certainly is. Rolas is reaching the "This is the last time I play along with her. No I mean it this time" stage. ;p

[rix_scaedu]

Oh dear.

[jeriendhal.livejournal.com]

Oh don't worry, he says that every time.

[natf.livejournal.com]

The oceans of their homeworld was microscopic compared to the universe at large.

Mixed plurals?

I did enjoy this, though!

[jeriendhal.livejournal.com]

"were" dangit. Thanks though.