Chromosome Quest
Love, Dinosaurs, and the Clockwork Apocalypse
Preview #3:
Sometime during the night, I sensed Teena moving, making soft noises. I first thought she was having a nightmare. I turned toward her. She had left a small candle burning in the corner, and in the low light, I could see she was awake and crying. Petch, facing the wall, seemed dead to the world.
She saw me and saw that I was awake and watching her, and to my shock and surprise, she silently, wordlessly came to my bed and snuggled against me, making a spoon against my lap. I squarely confronted the sudden realization that something I had often fantasized about was happening right now. I certainly wasn't lacking for companions and partners on this world, but that which is thought unattainable is always sought over that which is readily at hand; such is human nature.
Faced with the warm reality of her body pressed firmly against mine, I was suddenly terrified. Was this incredible super-woman really in my bed? I wanted to pinch myself. But instead, I put my arms around her. Somehow the cast-iron Amazon was as soft and warm as any I had ever held, and her breasts fit my hands so marvelously I never wanted to release my clasp. I inhaled her natural fragrance, and it hit me like a narcotic, overpoweringly feminine, lustful, and with her in my arms, I suddenly found I had not a care in the world. Sex seemed superfluous.
I was debating the meaning of this unexpected development with my inner voice when my single-minded alter-ego awoke and immediately telegraphed his own ideas. His message reached its recipient without delay, and the reply was instantly forthcoming. I expected rejection; I had supposed she merely wanted comfort and a cuddle and was prepared for only that, but rather than pull away, she pressed closer, grinding her hips slightly. Then, very very quietly, she whispered, "Don't wake Petchy." The white noise of the ferocious rainstorm provided a welcome acoustic cover.
Sometime later, she sighed softly and whispered, apparently to herself, "If I were only even a hundred years younger!" and then we slept.