Monday, March 28, 2011

Brittanic Honeymoon: Collaborative FIction Part 2

This is the second installment of a work of collaborative fiction between Lizzie and myself. The first one can be found on her site here.  Enjoy!



The docking procedure took longer than the actual time it took to get to the Cruise Port. The shuttle slowed and Kelsey and Alec leaned over to look out the small porthole to see the Brittanic docked to the port’s superstructure floating in space.  Earthside shuttles were pulling up to the port, as were other craft from Spaceside locales.  Cargo ships pulled away, having unloaded their manifests.


The Brittanic was enormous, shiny and amazing to see in person. It was one of the largest space cruise ships in operation. Kelsey instantly began jumping up and down in her seat like a small kid when she saw the ship fill the view window.  Even though Alec traveled extensively, he had never seen anything like it.

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“Look! We’ve got floor-to-ceiling windows!” Kelsey said, pressing the button to open the drapes on the touchpad. Out the window, the steel from the Port’s superstructure obstructed any kind of view, but Kelsey didn’t care. “This is amazing!”  She turned on the Wall and an entire surface of the room came to live with dimensional media—the cruiseship’s onboard 3D channel.  “Oooh!  The whole wall!”

Alec was unpacking his bag, a crooked smile on his face, enjoying watching Kelsey explore their suite.  The Wall hadn’t been on more than 30-seconds and The Sitch came up, both Kelsey and Alec’s social network connections that had parallels with people aboard the Brittanic displayed in a rotating, dimensional network.  Alec saw blue ink blots blossom on the parts of the web that connected to the Brittanic. There were others aboard that shared similar interests to them. Distracted from his unpacking, he gestured at the Wall and zoomed into the blots.  There were faces and bio profiles floating in front of him.

“Look, Kelsey,” Alec said gesturing at the faces until they filled the wall. “There are others into spanking and stuff too.”  That stopped Kelsey from looking around in the bathroom.

“Oh?” she said, coming into the room.

“Look. At least five other couples. Could be fun…”

“Maybe later,” Kelsey said. “I still have a concussion from where you hit my head into the door frame when you carried me over the threshold.” She giggled and covered her face with her hands, trying to stifle her laughter.

Alec spun around, smiling broadly. “It was an accident!” he demurred. “The doorway is narrower than normal!”  Kelsey giggled again.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure.” Kelsey hopped onto the kingsize bed.  “This suite is amazing! I love you so much Alec.” Alec walked over to her and held her face in his hands, kissing her passionately on the lips.

“I love you too.” Alec’s strong hands were on her shoulders, pushing her down onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” Kelsey inquired, a smile creeping across her lips.

“It’s our honeymoon.  I have official duties.”

“’Official duties’? You make it sound like it’s a job! Besides, it’s only 4! We haven’t even launched yet!”

“You think I’m going to make love to you, Kelsey? No, no. That’s tonight. You’re just going to have to wait.” He lifted her chin and looked her in the eyes.  She moved her head into him and closed her eyes. Surprisingly, he slapped her cheek. Her eyes flew open in shock.

“What did I do?!” she said.

“You married me!” Alec sat down on the side of the bed and grabbed Kelsey roughly but playfully, manhandling her across his lap. “Tonight it’s something else. Right now, it’s about reminding you what brought us together in the first place.” He couldn’t see her face, but she was grinning from ear to ear, raising up to present her shapely bottom to him.

He spanked her through her Memor-tex™ pants. Kelsey breathed with the swats, relishing each hit.  Alec warmed her up well as a dimensional promotion for the casino aboard the ship played in the background. A few minutes later, the Memor-tex were off and Alec was spanking his new bride’s bare bottom, his hand cupping to create a thud, flattening out for a good solid spank or simply using his rigid fingertips for a painful sting.

“Hey!” Kelsey said, the pain building.  Alec stopped and traced his fingertips across her reddening flesh.  He leaned down and kissed her bottom, flicking her skin with his tongue. “Aren’t you saving that for later?” He dipped his fingertips between her legs, touching her wetness.

“Seems like you’re ready for ‘tonight’ right now,” he said.

“Yeah…kinda…” Kelsey said sheepishly.

Just then, there was a harmonic chiming sound in the cabin and Kelsey noticed out of the corner of her eye the Port structure beginning to move away.

“We’re moving!” Kelsey said. “Let’s go up to the Panorama Deck!”

8 comments:

  1. I like the attention you gave to developing the setting. I also like the way you made Alec into someone that is lightheartedly playful and that messes with her head. This chapter had me smiling all the way through.

    Craig, do you appreciate being teased as much as you like to dish it out? I often find myself biting my tongue (suppressing my keystrokes?) since I don't want to slip inadvertently into offensiveness.

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  2. If you let me know you're teasing (which is always hard to read in text) it's all good, I assure you.

    I think detail is what makes something realistic and I know, in particular, that setting is key for women readers--if it's scifi!

    Thanks for your thoughtful comments, as always, Melanie.

    C

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  3. Are you aware of the convention of putting ~ at the end of something sarcastic or teasing? Example:

    Eh, this chapter is alright. I mean, it's not Lizzie's, but I suppose it will do.~

    (I really debated saying that last night, but I would hate for you to think I meant it.)

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  4. You need to stop worrying so much.

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  5. But I'd enjoy reading it, Melanie! Even knowing you didn't mean it...

    Love the chapter, Craig, so many options for where to go next.

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  6. Can't wait to see what you do, Lizzie! And stop encouraging Melanie!! ;-)

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  7. Good luck getting her to stop, Craig. We girls need to stick together, especially when there's a big, mean top around.

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