I was standing on the observation deck of our starship and looking down at a red and grey planet spinning through the void of space. Tequila was on my arm and looking out the same half dome of some unknown material on the top of our ship. It was a little unnerving but the thought that I was fulfilling a dream of being a interstellar traveler was filling my heart with joy. As much as earth may be my home, being out here in the last true frontier caused my heart to swell even if all I was doing was hitching a ride. Mankind needs to have a border to press against. We were never meant to just laze around and not achieve anything. We need challenges and frontiers to grow as people and as a human race.
Tequila turned to me and we were face to face. She kissed me hard as the interstellar scene played out around us. On the opposite side of the ship, we couldn’t see it but knew it was going on, the ship’s crew was refilling the ships fuel tanks using what they were skimming from the planet’s atmosphere. We were only a week from Earth now and even though this was a great feeling being out on the edge of space I was beginning to miss my pub. I had been away too long, my friends were under assault and mostly I missed my little dog Pint. I could tell Tequila was feeling the same. We had a house she could now transform in earnest into her home and I could help her. We had a life elsewhere and this hoping through different worlds and star systems had been a large delay of that simple fact.
Right now though I was enjoying Tequila’s lips and would probably enjoy the rest of her in the week that remained of travel more times than was decent. We are after all newlyweds. At the same time we were far from home. Home. It is a far more meaningful word when you haven’t been there for months and not by your own choice.
“I hate to interrupt.”
It was Avion.
Avion explained to us the refueling was almost over and the ship would be entering hyperspace soon. We needed to clear the deck. Reluctantly we headed back to our cabin arm and arm. The corridors of the ship were pleasant enough and our cabin was large enough and comfortable enough to relax in. We of course spent most of our time in bed. No sooner had we got in the room that we shed our clothes.
On our first night of marriage, we had made a decision that our life would be nudist in philosophy when we were alone with each other. It not only made it easier to function but also for the most part made everything extremely relaxing. I figured we would save loads of money on laundry and clothing to begin with and it made intimacy far easier and my guess more plentiful. We also figured that a good chunk of pub dwellers could just walk in our home and go natural as well. Our plan was to put up a sign in the entry way about this being a “clothing optional household, proceed at your own risk” sort of thing. So when we hit our room the clothes we were wearing fell to the floor.
It wasn’t too log after that the announcement came that the ship was about to enter hyperspace. We heard the surge or power and felt that feeling like the first drop of roller coaster and then back to normal. We knew we were in hyperspace and settled down to our honeymoon again.
It was getting late based on ship time so we ate dinner together. The crew had installed human food in the dispensers most of it tasted great. Tonight was steak and fix ins. I didn’t ask what the meat was actually made of but it did taste almost exactly like beef. Here is to hoping I am right. Then after a fairly lengthy love making session we fell asleep in each others arms. Sometimes things are just routine and that is a good thing.
Welcome to All Things Rabyd, your friendly neighborhood ‘clothing optional’ theology pub. I, the Rabyd Theologian and your bartender, thank you for stopping by. Please drink your theology responsibly or have a designated driver to get you home. Please tip your waitress and they might give you a kiss on the cheek. Just remember life is short so enjoy it. Blessings and Cheers!