Don't Call It A Gift

One thing about Noriko that relatively few people ever understood was her love for science fiction. Good, bad, and nearly everything in-between, she loved disecting the worlds, examining the theories and the ways things functioned in those universes. It was an escape, but it was a good time too, and something that could be done with company.

Lately she had more of that than not with Remy, and having remembered how utterly turned on he'd gotten from an experiment with fooling around in the elevator, she'd had an idea: both of them had seen Star Trek, or enough of it to know what a turbolift was. It wasn't the real thing, but not being the actual elevator with actual students and other staff walking through while the two of them had hands all over each other could only help.

"Remember that thing we did like...two weeks ago? In the elevator?" she asked, head perched in Remy's lap as he played with shuffling his cards, and she read a book. Or pretended to read it, anyway.