Space Exploration

Brooke thought for a moment. "Uh, pretty much everything to do with expanding into space," she said as she took another bite of food.

"So the colony on the moon, the Mars base, that kind of thing?"

"Yeah, pretty much," she nodded. "Even though it's not really a proper colony, it's still a stepping stone that lets us go further than we could do if we had to launch from Earth every time. Plus, apparently they're experimenting with engineered gravitational waves, and if they can figure that out, we might not have to rely on conventional fuel! I don't really know if it would work like that, but it would be cool if it did."

Cameron smiled. "Yeah, it sounds it. Didn't they send out another Voyager last year?"

Brooke nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, Voya'er 'our," she said through a mouthful of food.

"Did you just say 'Voyeur 4'?" Cameron asked, smirking.

Brooke rolled her eyes and swallowed her mouthful. "Sorry, I tried to say Voyager, but ... You're taking the mick, aren't you?"

"Yeah, a little bit. Sorry."

She laughed. "It's okay. Besides, 'Voyeur' would be quite an appropriate name for a probe," she smirked.

Cameron laughed and nearly choked on his wine. "Quite a mission statement: I'm going to watch aliens have sex. Assuming they have sex, and don't reproduce some other way."

At the mention of aliens having sex, the word 'hentai' leapt to the tip of Brooke's tongue, but she quickly bit it back. It wasn't exactly the most seemly topic of conversation for a first date. Instead, she followed the tangent of speculating on the nature of alien reproduction, and eventually they arrived at the conclusion that they would just have to wait for Voyeur 4 to do its job before they could possibly have any idea of it.

After finishing off the wine and a delightful dessert, Brooke found herself both satisfied and a little tipsy, giggling at every one of Cameron's jokes. She would almost be happy to stay there for the entire night. Almost. But while her appetite for food had been sated, her appetite for sex was driving her wild. Finally, he said the magic words.

"Can we have the bill, please?"

They paid, splitting the bill between them - which caused Brooke to wince inwardly at the blow to her bank account - and headed out into the cool night air. The breeze, the heels and the wine made her unsteady, and she instinctively grabbed him for support. As she leaned on him, she accidentally squished her tits against his chest even as he steadied her by putting his hands on her waist. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she blushed.

"Easy, there," he smiled, his soft brown eyes flicking between her eyes and her lips.

She breathed in through her nose, inhaling his musk.

Everything froze for a moment.

And then their mouths locked, bodies pressing together on the pavement. The only thought running through her brain - apart from an animalistic desire - was that it was good that his hands were supporting her, because otherwise she would have melted.

The blare of a car horn broke them apart, and they laughed at their own surprise. Smiling warmly, Cameron leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Shall I walk you home?"