"Oltion-Uncertainty" - читать интересную книгу автора (Oltion Jerry)

still on his lips, "Mmmmmm."

In the bedroom she helps him change out of his suit, running her hands over his
body and kneading the sore muscles in his back just as he'd wished she would for
the last two nights. He rubs her back as well, and is about to unbutton her
shirt when the oven timer goes off. Laughing, she twists away, and he feels a
momentary pang of regret, but then he laughs and dresses in his casual clothes.
There will be time enough for that later.

They decorate the tree, he hanging the gold balls and she the silver. They're
careful not to let the antiparticles touch. Ginny suggests using just one kind,
for safety, but Jason shakes his head and says, "If we did that, the energy
balance would be off."

When the tree is decorated, heavy with cosmic strings and shimmering gamma rays,
Jason goes into his study to wrap presents. He has bought many small things, not
wanting to repeat the fiasco of two years ago when he bought Ginny a single
diamond necklace. Of course when she opened the box, it was empty. Fifty-fifty
chance. This year she'll get a few empty boxes, but half of them will be full.

He has even bought multiple presents for the cat, though he hasn't seen it for
days.

After dinner they cuddle on the sofa. They whisper, they tickle, they laugh.
Jason kisses her, softly at first, then more deeply. In the rush of excitement
that follows, her shirt makes a quantum shift to the floors then in a quick
chain reaction the rest of their clothing follows. Inexorable pressure brings
them together, the heat between them building and building until they undergo
fusion.

Jason wishes they could remain in this state forever, but the isotope is
unstable, as it always is. Fission inevitably follows. They move to the bed when
bare skin begins to cool.

Later still, as they lie side by side under the covers, moonlight softening the
shadows, he realizes this is the time he loves the most. The quiet time at the
end of a perfect day. Hesitantly, he asks, "Do you-- do you ever wish it could
always be like this?

She nods, an almost imperceptible tilt of her head. "Of course I do. But it
can't be."

"Why not? he asks.

"Because it isn't. The universe doesn't work that way." She turns on her side,
away from him.

He knows he is treading on thin ice now, but he can't leave it alone. "I just
wish --" he begins, but she says, "Jason, I can't always be your fantasy lover."