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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, moves in with him, and after Rekka tests and gets her results, she’s lied to, which Brenton doesn’t correct. He takes her home, and offers her a massage, which leads to most of her clothes coming off, then Rekka undoes his shirt and pants.
“You know, if I take these off, you’d me wearing more clothes than me. And I can see you’re very concerned with being equitable, so that won’t do,” Brenton said.
“You’re right, but there’s a very easy way to fix that,” Rekka slid her hands across his chest to his shoulders, and started sliding his shirt down his left arm.
“Yes?” Brenton shifted, allowing her to slide off his shirt, disentangling his other arm, and letting the garment fall to the floor.
“Mmm-hmm,” Rekka demonstrated, making Brenton laugh and pounce on her, so they collapsed back on the bed in a tangle of naked limbs. With all this new territory to explore, the laughter soon faded into other emotions.
He asked what she liked, and showed her where he liked to be touched, giving himself to her hands just as he asked her to trust in his. And the end result was wonderful, warm, with a few moments of laughter when they nearly slid off the side of the bed, or bumped their heads. When they both stretched out on the bed, sweating and trying to catch their breath, she felt they’d both acquitted themselves well in a memorable first time.
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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.