Well, technically her hand IS spring-loaded, but that's not the point here. Gordon blinks, and cracks a nervous schoolyard smirk among the chortling staff. He and Samata had generated no small amount of Mojo in their conversations so far, in the small thrills of discovering parallels between things like the Odic field and electromagnetism. Those conversations left him more than a little attracted to her enthusiasm, as well as other things...
"Well then! I guess we'll have to count on you guys for some good readings while we're in that sex tube--"
"It's a 'quasi-hermetic cylindrical array Mojo sensory apparatus.'" One of them corrects.
"You can call it that if you WANT to. Come on, Samata, let's get in the sex tube." He smarms, loosening the collar of his shirt. They manage to extract Dexter and Gertrude from the oversized tanning booth thing and he files in, taking her hand.
"And you guys better keep that video feed off! I'm warning you!" He shouts over the lid of the tube as it closes. For a moment it's dark, then the enclosure sputters to life in with a low hum and some dim incandescence from the sensors. It's tight in there, but not so much that they can't move.
"Now why didn't you tell me you were interested in this before? I could have done better than just screwing in a sensory tube if you had." He teases, stroking her back as they lie there for a moment.
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"Well then! I guess we'll have to count on you guys for some good readings while we're in that sex tube--"
"It's a 'quasi-hermetic cylindrical array Mojo sensory apparatus.'" One of them corrects.
"You can call it that if you WANT to. Come on, Samata, let's get in the sex tube." He smarms, loosening the collar of his shirt. They manage to extract Dexter and Gertrude from the oversized tanning booth thing and he files in, taking her hand.
"And you guys better keep that video feed off! I'm warning you!" He shouts over the lid of the tube as it closes. For a moment it's dark, then the enclosure sputters to life in with a low hum and some dim incandescence from the sensors. It's tight in there, but not so much that they can't move.
"Now why didn't you tell me you were interested in this before? I could have done better than just screwing in a sensory tube if you had." He teases, stroking her back as they lie there for a moment.