On a cold day on Luna, Winter and Jacin were cuddled under a blanket on the plush rug in front of their virtual fireplace.
"Incoming message from Captain Carswell Douche," Jacin's portscreen chimed.
Chuckling, Jacin leaned over Winter to grab the portscreen off the coffee table. The blanket slipped a little to reveal his bare torso and Winter laughed when he tried to cover himself.
"I like your naked body. Don't cover it up for my sake." She pouted a little and Jacin brushed his lips across hers as he laid back down with her. "What did Thorne say?"
"He sent me a picture." As Jacin opened it, and they both gasped when a drawing of Jacin stared back at them from a very compromising position.