Tea & Moonlight

Good Things Come in Pairs

The train coming to a halt jarred her awake, and she sat up in her bunk, blinking into the cool half-light of dawn. Or dusk. She really cannot tell through the window that might be frosted or might merely need a good washing. “Where are we,” she calls into the room.

“Nice way to greet the morning,” her companion answers, though his voice is merry enough. “We’re at the half-way mark. Stopped so people can take pictures of the sunrise, I imagine. Do you wanna?”

She hesitates. “Not that I wouldn’t love a shot of the twin suns, but frankly, if I’m going to be awake at this hour, there are things I’d rather do.”

“Oh?”

“Mmhmm. Trespassing upon your person, for a start.”

“Darlin’ it’s not trespassing if you’re invited,” his reply is quick, and stirs her to laughter.

“Am I, though?” She asks.

“You are, if you’re sure.”

“I’m hardly some innocent virgin, you know,” she states, jumping from her top bunk to the floor below. It’s not far, a few feet.

“With your own kind, no, I suppose not, but, darlin’ just because I look human doesn’t mean I am…entirely.”

“You’ve got all the same parts, don’t you?” She moves closer, then ducks under his arm, so she’s standing between him and the tiny sink. He’s a head taller than she is, and she can see his eyes, glowing amethyst, reflected in the mirror.

“Oh, all the same, and then some.”

“What does that mean, ‘and then some’ ?”

He wraps his arms around her, presses his pelvis to her backside. “The suns aren’t the only things that come in pairs on this world, Darlin’.”

In the mirror, she sees his eager grin, and her own spreads to match it.

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Written for the Cafe Writing February Project. Option Six. Pick three.