snicker. I am entirely too pleased with myself... something to fill in part of the... gap... in A Deeper Season, Chapter 14. The one where, "ahem!"
Miles pulled back from Gregor -- no easy task, that, with that wonderful long lean body all uncovered and there for him -- but... "We have a problem," he said. "I've always been taught 'ladies first' in these matters -- in fact, it's one of the first things I remembered after my cryorevival, when Rowan and I... ahem. But what does one do when there is no lady involved?"
"Flip a coin?" Gregor replied, with a hint of amusement.
"Well, there are, ah, simultaneous approaches. Possible with a bit of, ah, rearranging...."
"I'd find that... too distracting. I mean, I've never even... um." Gregor paused, looked directly into Miles' eyes, and pushed him onto his back. "Here. You can act as my..."
Gregor didn't need to finish the sentence at all, as Miles relaxed into the pillows and Gregor started working his way down Miles' torso, blessing the cryorevival scars on Miles' chest with his tongue along the way. Miles shivered in anticipation. I'm no lady, but I am yours...