The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

Wake Up Call


Mihzät woke up feeling oddly warm.

He blinked and shifted, then heard a muffled noise of protest and felt warm breath and someone’s face burrowing into the back of his neck.

Suddenly, Mihhzät was very awake. Which triggered his spaceship body dumping all the logs it had acquired overnight into his brain while he was trying to remember how he ended up in bed with his pilot in the first place.

“Ow, ow, ow!”


Make that naked in bed with his pilot. Just don’t splash that into the ship logs, scratch that, remove it from the ship logs.



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