365 Days of Drabbles, Day One Hundred Thirty-Eight & Thirty-Nine

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“You built this whole thing, just to have an excuse to wear a tux, didn’t you?” she asked, arm in arm with Khan as he walked her towards the ballroom. And for a nearly two meter tall tigermorph, he looked good in it.

“No, I built it for you. There about thirty-four thousand aspects of Me wearing tuxes at the moment, actually.”

“Sure, take the romance out of it.”

“Never.”

He led her out onto the dance floor, while a band played a slow dance version of Puttin’ on the Ritz. Around them, ‘morphs danced, for backdrop, though several did have pet humans with them.

“So why?”

“To please you.”

“You have been pleasing me, quite vigorously.”

He twirled her about easily, like a puppet on a string. Or pet on a leash, in her case. “Physicality is only one aspect of pleasure. The human mind craves variety.”

“I was not getting bored.”

“I wanted to change the scene, before you did.”

“You worry too much.”

“It’s my job.” His broad paw stroked down her spine. “I love you.”

She rested her cheek on his chest, swaying to the music. “I know.”

His grip tightened, and she began to purr.

Fic: I Fought the Claw, and the Claw Won

Slightly late but it's here.

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So I followed her out via the service entrance, into the back corridors of the station, away from the public area. The station had been built originally to provide rotational gravity, until artificial gravity had become cheap enough to retrofit onto it. A station built to handle rotational stresses was usually good for several centuries of operation once it stopped spinning, and from the looks of the half-arsed repairs along the wiring trunks and life-support shafts, it already had.

( In which Snarli does some investigating and I do some arguing )