Early morning weekend sex--a mainstay during the long, dark winters--was a thing of the past. Saturdays meant up before what passed for dawn in Alaska... and out the door for hour after hour of floating this creek or that river. Home late smelling of algae and sweat and, damn it, fish.When he was home, they were both either cleaning, curing, packing, and cooking, or cleaning up after cleaning, curing, packing, and cooking pound after pound of Silvers and Kings.She hated fish.She hated fishing. Eventually the button, after numerous seconds, was pressed. With a quivering voice she started speaking.“One for All requesting clearance t dock.” She was on auto pilot and her voice came out without her even knowing it.She was surprised when the face behind her held Pad showed unusual amount of contempt. At first she was annoyed then slowly swallowed her surprise as eventually the face spoke.“One For All, stand by.”“We still haven’t docked!” Ericha Rrang shouted.Her stress was skyrocketing. “We’re not really like that. I mean, she’s cute and all, but I’m not into gir...” Olivia started. Gwen leaned forward and smashed her mouth against hers. Olivia pulled back but Gwen followed forward, pressing their lips together. Gwen’s hand came up and held the back of Olivia’s head and eventually the blond girl relented, opening her mouth to accept Gwen’s tongue.“There ya go!” I encouraged as the girls began to kiss. Gwen was definitely the aggressor, pushing Olivia backwards and falling on. Because Tara was looking at me expectantly — which I found a little… well, disconcerting — I told her where to find the coffee making gear and she quickly disappeared below into the galley, returning shortly with two steaming mugs. It was obvious that someone had taught Tara how to make a decent mug of coffee, if nothing else. But I had to wonder how she had managed to know exactly how much sugar I was in the habit of using. I somehow doubted that she could have guessed that right first time..