Dance Unpinned

“But did you have that little zero-g closet right away?” Emma asks. Dance blinks at her, spreads his hands. “I don’t know. I only know when it starts squirming and wanting to stay out loose all the time.” She frowns at him, and then at the tip of the new …

Bruised

“Come join us, Em,” Drin calls out, and Emma walks through the hotel suite towards the bath. There’s a wild gust of night-time wind sweeping through; Dance had opened every window in this corner room, heedless of the air-conditioning. The whole long afternoon, he’d been fine. He sorted out transit …

Unwanted Company

He’s fine at home. Comfortable, warm, easy as falling into a hammock. He doesn’t need other people besides his lovers. Both his lovers. So, a large hammock. He does not need this. Drin stares at the co-worker who’s planted himself, uninvited, across the lunch table from his beautiful musician, and …

Selling Romance

Emma makes a disgusted noise. “Well, so much for Bud’s expensive photographer! Look at what our webmistress did with it!” Drin stares at her aged computer screen, turns his head sidwise like an owl, and makes her laugh. “I saw those pictures. The original shots were wonderful.” To his puzzled …