The Astronomy Series

So I'm playing around with formatting to make my stories easier to access.  While I love using Blogger, the way it formats means that sometimes stories are read out of order.  I want to try and fix this.  I'll begin with my most recent works.


Part 1:  Intergalactic   (6 chapters)

1     2     3     4     5     6

Part 2:  Interplanetary (1 chapter)


Part 3:  Interstellar      (2 chapters)

1     2

Interplanetary

A/N:  This fic is the second story in what I’m now calling my Astronomy series.  It’s the continuation of “Intergalactic,” but the focus is now on the partners of Jupiter and Renzo: Rashaun and Madalena, respectively.  I don’t expect for “Interplanetary” to be as long as its predecessor, but we’ll see what happens.

Rashaun

Rashaun had a weird little speech impediment that affected how he said the word “you.”  It was a mild annoyance when she first met him, but Jupiter barely noticed it now.

“I’ll be over soon, baby.  I miss ya.  I haven’t seen ya in almost two weeks.”

“All right, Shaun.” Jupiter said.  “See you when you get here.”

She hung up her phone and sighed.  All she really wanted to do was go back to bed; she wanted to curl up on the side of the bed Renzo slept on, inhale the remnants of his scent and replay memories of their night together.  She didn’t want company, but Rashaun had been trying to reach her since last night and it was only fair that she return his call.  He wanted to see her; they’d been apart for nearly two weeks.  He had to go to a conference and make a presentation to his firm upon returning, and so it kept him busy for the past few days.  She didn’t mind his absence.

Jupiter went into her bedroom and looked at the rumpled bed.  She had just experienced one of the best nights ever and she wanted to savor it.  But she needed to get rid of the evidence that she spent the night with a man not her boyfriend.  Jupiter picked up her T-shirt and panties and laid them on the bed.  She grabbed the towel from off the bed sheet and put it in the laundry hamper.  The spot that the towel covered was now dry and Jupiter made the decision to wash the linens and actually went to remove them before stopping.

I don’t need to hide this from him.  We’ve got an open relationship.  I know he’s fucked other women and I’ve never said a word about it.  I’m going to leave my bed just as it is for now—I do need to wash those sheets—and I won’t hide what I’ve done.