Rock the Spaceship

The skin of their frames brought them to levels of joy few get to experience. It was just him and her. They had stripped away their spacesuits. They were entwined. His coal skin and her alabaster skin met as they floated and connected. She broke from their kiss and looked at the AI controls monitoring their oxygen levels and directing the ship.

“We can keep going like this. But I think I heard something.”

“It was the AI switching the controls,” Voorhees Sands mentioned.

She shrugged and kept kissing him. They continued to sex and float with their happiness intact.