Recursion C.0.

RECURSION

C.0.

“Come on, we talked about this,” Jo says to her wife with a sigh. “And you agreed to it.”

“Under duress,” Olive replies, arms crossed.

The married couple is standing in front of the Hotel Recursion, an all inclusive resort and retreat for couples to rekindle their connection. Or something like that. The brochure was filled with vague promises about revitalizing a stale love life and helping married couples rediscover that special spark. Olive and Joanna could, in Jo’s opinion at least, use a jolt to get out of their current dry rut and into a much wetter rut, if you catch her meaning. “I never wanted to turn into one of those thrirty-something lesbians who thought a hot night in was knitting and rewatching Firefly.”

“But you love Firefly,” Olive mutters. The gingery freckled woman is thin and femme and still strikingly pretty. In an earlier life she’d modelled and aspired to a fine art career before a little too much cocaine and a healthy dose of reality turned her into a much happier homebody. “And I’m kind of over partying.”

“I’m not talking about partying!” Jo growls for the hundredth time. The sporty tomboy with the honey blonde mullety undercut closes her fists and takes a deep breath. She loves her wife, but wishes she would let her take care of them. “When was the last time we had sex?”

Olive frowned, “Last week?”

“A month ago!”

“Oh.”

“And even then it was just perfunctory fingering!” Jo rubs her face, “When was the last time we truly fucked? The last time I held you down and ate your pussy until you begged me to stop? The last time either of us used a strapon?”

Olive blushes and looks away, “Fine. Okay. We’re a couple of old spinster dykes…”

“But we don’t have to be!” Jo gestures at the mild and unimpressive looking hotel. “This place will be good for us, a chance to get outside our routine, maybe try some new things…” Jo shrugs, “Or at least we’ll have a few days devoted to fucking.”

“Okay, okay,” Olive throws up her hands, “You win!” She thrusts out her elbow for Jo to hook her arm through, “Carry me away, oh sexual concierge, guide me to your palace of pleasures! Curl my toes! Make me scream until I walk funny!”

Joanna laughs, “That’s the spirit!”

Arm-in-arm they walk through the door>>>