Afterward, we lay in a sweaty heap, with the blankets (and several pillows) tossed around. Sarah lay with her head in her lap and her legs propped against the side of the bed, and I lay with my head on a pillow. My fingers stroked her hair and my cybernetic hand hung over the side of the bed. We both panted.
“You have really Jing Chai fingers, Sarah.”
“I know.”
“I thought you were supposed to say thanks.”
In lieu of that, she reached up and tweaked my nose, grinning at me.
I looked up at the ceiling and saw gray. On the Hub, my wallpaper had been set to bring up my favorites whenever I walked into my room. Then conscription had dragged me into the marines, and my room had become a bunk-bed, with a load of other scared, horny, desperate kids sobbing themselves to sleep stretching off to either direction. I had spent a lot of time looking at the gray underside of Kobly's bunk. Then, when I had gotten to Sarah's cabin, I had spent even more time examining the wood ceiling.
“I miss the stars.”
“Mmmm?” Sarah's face pressed against my belly.
“I miss the stars.” I said, again. Light pollution down here was even worse than I had imagined possible. And in the boonies, at Sarah's cabin, I'd been too afraid to step outside at night.
Sarah smiled against my skin and I could feel her lips. Then she slid her head away and murmured. “Computer, starfield, parallel galactic axis.”
The wallpaper turned on and gray turned to black, then black turned to a thousand million billion glowing dots of light, every color of the rainbow. They didn't wink or twinkle or flicker, they blazed and the entire room was bathed with light. Sarah's breasts were painted with reds and golds and whites as she sat up, pushing herself up until she was silhouetted by the majestic stretch of the Orion arm, the whole galaxy spreading around behind and below her. The room vanished around us and I felt her smile.
“Hows this?”