conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Leadership, Expedition, Purpose with the genre: Self-Help?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Expedition'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Expedition
  Turlach, green as he started to feel the deep purple vegetables in front of him. He loved science fiction. Maybe not as much as Eli, the adorable nerd, did, but enough to jump on the offer. "I haven't. Sounds like a story I can use at the moment."
  Saito hummed like he agreed, and silence descended in a soft blanket around them. The smell of the plants and the dark shadows folding him in were nice. For a moment, it was almost as though he were home in Dundalk. Not picking the fat, oblong eggplants though. That was out of the ordinary.
  His hip was nudged. Saito stammered out an apology, but Turlach paid it no mind, more focused on keeping his traitorous body from reacting. There was no reason for it, he was sure. Yes, he acknowledged that his friend was handsome in an objective fashion. Saito had onyx eyes and tawny skin with a firm body. Anyone with eyes had plenty to admire. 'Lach didn't need his libido going haywire over Saito. No, he had left no one behind in a romantic sense and it wouldn't be an issue if he were interested in Saito like that.
  First, he was straight. No man had turned his head in the thirty-two years of his existence. Second, his excitement must be down to a lack of available partners of his preference. Situational sexuality was a common occurrence when one was stuck with a small group of people. Third, John would kill him if he became involved with Saito and their working partnership went tits up. John was a bear when someone messed with the crew. So far, none of them had caused any drama that would bring John's attention to the crew themselves. Turlach was willing to do anything to keep it that way. John may decide to throw him, Saito, or both of them out of the airlocks just to simplify matters.
  Besides, Saito was a fool if he thought 'Lach made a good prospect for a relationship. On his best days, he could make the Pope cry when the mood to cause hurt struck him. Saito had been on the edge of his malicious barbed comments a time or two, back in the early days of their acquaintance. While his friend had made a cozy little space in Turlach's heart, along with the rest of the mad bastards on the Station with them, odds were Saito hadn't forgotten.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Lips collided with his, an answer all on its own. A tongue pried open his mouth in the next second, hands clawing at the front of his jumpsuit, and Saito's eyes fluttered closed. He pressed into 'Lach and flung his arms around the broad shoulders. A little voice in his mind demanded he stop this. Last time, Turlach had turned on him. What would make this any different?
  Rough skin slid over his nipples as 'Lach found his way into Saito's top. Reason fled. Lightening singed his nerves and wrapped around his spine. There were only tatters left of his thoughts once Turlach's hands were on him.
  Nails scraped down Saito's back in a faint line of fire, only to pull out of his clothes completely. A whisper of protest made its way past his lips, but Turlach seemed intent on ignoring anything except what he was determined to have. Saito flinched when the man's hands found his shoulders and his open top. 'Lach murmured against his mouth some wordless sound of patience as he brushed the cloth down his arms until it released more skin.
  Saito couldn't stand it any longer. Fingertips tingling, Saito fumbled for 'Lach's zipper and yanked it down as far as he could, halfway down to the thigh. Before Turlach brought their bodies together, crushed them skin to skin, Saito tugged the jumpsuit all the way off Turlach's torso and tried to skim it off his ass and legs. It would've helped to see what he was trying to accomplish, but 'Lach was attached to his mouth like an incubus.
  Turlach must have figured out what Saito wanted though, because he shimmied out of the rest of his clothes in a few quick twists. It took another moment for Saito to shuck his off the rest of the way, both uniforms lost to the very bottom of the bag, but it was a fleeting thought compared to all the soft skin on offer.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Oh, he'd forgotten all about that. The little Indian Spice finches had his complete attention while they waited for Jason to finish his purchase, and even then, Turlach had to literally drag him away. "I had never seen finches look like that."
  The promise was impossible. Chances were, death waited for them on the ground, same as waited for them on the Station. They both knew it.
  Static filled the communication line in the background while they huddled together in front of the octagonal window.
  I'm a happily mated house-parent to a rambunctious small child and equally rambunctious military spouse. I began this adventure called writing with fan fiction and have never looked back. I enjoy delving into the stranger ideas and twisting old tropes into something unexpected. For more information, visit tacreech.com.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Oh, he'd forgotten all about that. The little Indian Spice finches had his complete attention while they waited for Jason to finish his purchase, and even then, Turlach had to literally drag him away. "I had never seen finches look like that."
  The promise was impossible. Chances were, death waited for them on the ground, same as waited for them on the Station. They both knew it.
  Static filled the communication line in the background while they huddled together in front of the octagonal window.
  I'm a happily mated house-parent to a rambunctious small child and equally rambunctious military spouse. I began this adventure called writing with fan fiction and have never looked back. I enjoy delving into the stranger ideas and twisting old tropes into something unexpected. For more information, visit tacreech.