Plymouth Rock 2075
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She laid a kiss on his chest, near his heart. “This year, I feel like I have a whole hell of a lot to be thankful for.”
Cal kissed her gently, and pulled her down until her head lay upon his chest. “I think that this is one Thanksgiving I won’t soon forget.”
They dozed for a while, until the cold seeped through the warmth of their bodies. They dressed hurriedly, neither speaking, and as Cal grabbed their packs, Hope picked up the video camera for the return trip to the ship.
Glancing down, her eyes widened as she turned to him, and she silently held the device out to him. Cal looked down, and couldn’t suppress a smile. “Well, I did say I wanted to make a film for posterity.”
“You jerk, that’s not posterity, that’s pornography!” But she was laughing, and Cal joined in.
The video camera had been left on, and as he rewound the disk, he realized that their entire sexual encounter had been recorded for the entire world to see. “Maybe we should keep it,” he said, but Hope shook her head.
“Oh, no. No naked pictures hanging around for future blackmail material. We leave it here.”
Cal thought about arguing, but she was right. This was private, and anyway, he didn’t need a reminder of what having sex with Hope felt like. He planned on doing it again—right away—anyway. He turned around, and suddenly knew the perfect way to dispose of it.
He popped the tape and walked to the small tree that was now all that was left of the original Plymouth Rock. Digging around the roots, he made a space in the made big enough for the tape, then gently placed it in the hole and covered it back up.
“We’ll always know that Plymouth Rock is here. It can be our spot.”
The trip back to the ship was a quick one. Once the ship was back into open space and on autopilot, Hope turned to him, a question in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Giovanni. I know what to be thankful for. And this year, it’s you.”
Making love on a ship traveling at mach speed through space was another thing he’d always wanted to try. And in his opinion, there was no time like the present.
About the Author
Alayne lives in the heart of Illinois, the state in which she was born and raised and has always resided. She has a wonderful, supportive husband, two eerily intelligent and rambunctious children, and the new-found ability to stay home and write full-time. Between doing book reviews, writing, and being a typical PTO mom, she hopes to keep writing long into the future.