House Dragon
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"Stephan?" Sara murmured sleepily, squinting in the
darkness of the first mate’s cabin. She sat upright in bed,
clutching the covers around her body. "Stephan?" she
called again. "I’m right here, Sara," he replied quietly. As her
eyes adjusted to the dark, she could make out his dim shape
slumped in a chair in the corner of the cabin. "Stephan, come back to bed," she beseeched. "It’s
cold without you . . ." He shook his head, or at least that was what it looked like in
the dimness. "I can’t do this any more, Sara." She sat
upright again. "Whyever the hell not?" she demanded. "I just . . . can’t keep doing this," Stephan
muttered. "Give me one good reason why and I’ll go back to my
cabin," the woman replied, her feelings hurt but trying
valiantly to make the best of the situation. "Because I . . . I don’t love you," Stephan
ventured. "So what?" Sara retorted, fully awake now. "That’s
a shitty reason not to have sex with me." He grimaced, or it seemed like a grimace. "You talk like a
sailor." "After two months on this damn ship, are you surprised? Do
you have any more reasons or are you coming back to bed?" She
let the sheet slip a little, a wasted gesture since there still
was no light in the small cabin. "Sara, there’s something I haven’t told you,"
Stephan said. "What, you’re married?" she asked, laughingly. His head snapped up. "Uhh, yes, actually." "Oh." They sat in silence.
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