[Michael's creativity always takes her by surprise, always makes her feel smug and privileged because God never saw this side of the eldest.

She straddles Michael's hips and sits up, naked and utterly comfortable with it.]

I know just the one. We could even slide through a black hole together...imagine how close we would be then, we'd be so compact, me tangling in you so deep I can rub every molecule of you, one at a time...