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This is a WIP, NaNoWriMo 2016, currently called River, Tree, Mountain. It’s science fiction, set on a colony planet, six generations in–with about 10% of the population born “marvels,” who have special abilities like dowsing, healing, or creating fire. The protagonist, Rekka, is a spark (fire), signed a contract with Brenton to provide him a child, and traveled to be met with an empty apartment and a message saying he’s away on business–a few days later he returns, makes breakfast, and after work takes her to the testing center, where he gives her a kiss and tells her it’s a “promise for later.”
“If that kiss wasn’t meant as reassurance, it was a terrible kiss,” Rekka said.
“Terrible?” Brenton pulled her into the corner of the building, crowding her against the wall, his shoulders blocking most of her view.
“Terrible?” he repeated, and kissed her again, thoroughly, teasing her lips open to sweep his tongue inside, drawing back and deepening the kiss in a scorching dance that made it quite clear he knew what he was doing. One of his hands cupped the back of her head, just under the twist of her hair, and the other pressed against her hip, drawing her closer.
After a few long, enjoyable moments, he released her, “And that, was it terrible?”
“That was an excellent promise, and now I have something to look forward to after dinner,” Rekka reclaimed his hand and started toward the door.
“You’re in no rush, I see.”
“If you’re making promises you can keep on an empty stomach, I don’t know what to say,” Rekka teased.
Brenton laughed, “You make a brilliant point, my dear.”
* * *
Life on the colony planet of Kaibou was going uneventfully until the second generation of colonists was born on the planet, at some, at a young age, began showing various psychic abilities. When those people, called marvels, grew up, many of them formed companies, building compounds to live in and raise their children. Due to population diversity issues, many colonists have children using genetic bank material, or choose a succession of partners. Now on the seventh generation, marvels are born both within and without company walls, and all must work together to use their gifts and make a living on a still wild land. Some of these outsider marvels sign contracts with company marvels, agreeing to give them a child raised within the company, in return for a permanent home in the company compound, a stipend, and other concessions.