Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love. ~ Albert Einstein

The artificial dome that enclosed the city of New Constantinople, Saturn, served two purposes. First, it helped protect against attack from Martians, and second, it kept the atmosphere just like the residents liked it: zero-g. To say modern dance -- among other things -- had reached new heights would be an understatement.

Alyssa Stujob and Norman Handley were the top performers in the Three-Rings Circus and Dance Troop. They'd been the first to combine ballet, gymnastics, hip-hop and yoga into an explosive dance craze that was as yet unnamed. (Some favored "the Studley" while others leaned toward "the Hand-job.")

"You're moving like a flatulent cow!" Norman hollered, his voice reverberating off the walls of the rehearsal hall.

"You're boring!" Alyssa countered, pushing off from the nearest wall and executing a graceful double somersault twenty feet above the marble floor. Of course she was completely naked and Norm came with her since they were in the midst of not-so-passionate sex. They were supposed to be rehearsing, but they'd been rehearsing for hours and needed a break.

He snorted in derision. "I'm boring? I taught you everything you know!"

She sighed and stopped, her back resting against a wall, legs entwined with his. She could feel his cock inside her, hard and insistent, despite their present argument. "I just want something different. We've done it just about every way possible, and it's not exciting for me anymore."

"Exciting? So you want exciting? I'll show you exciting." Norman grabbed her by the waist and angled them gently toward the floor below.

Alyssa saw the gleam in his eye, knew what he was going to do, and she tried to break free but his grip was too tight. "Norm, no!"

"Computer, turn off the zero-g generator for this room only."

An almost imperceptible 'bleep' came from the hidden room-control monitor, seconds before Norm and Alyssa fell to the floor. Luckily his downward propulsion meant they didn't have far to go.

They landed with him on the bottom. Amazingly enough his cock was still buried in her, none the worse for wear. He stared up at her with an astonished look on his face.

"What'd you do that for?" she asked.

"You wanted exciting."

"I wanted exciting, not suicidal. You know what happens when you turn the zero-g off!"

"Yeah," he answered, a goofy grin on his face, "I think I just fell in love."

THE END