Time dilation makes for interesting sex games.

Lorenz does it with his brain. He just concentrates, and everything slows down to a crawl. Last night, for example.

He was kissing her, and activated his talent, and their movements began to slow. At first she thought he was just teasing her. But as his hand slipped down from her hair to caress the slope of her neck and inched down to her shoulders, she noticed that the sun had passed overhead three times.

It seemed an eternity that his fingertips lingered along the line of her clavicle. Her breathing quickened, but each breath now took an aeon. Empires rose and fell with the rising and falling of her breasts.

Lorenz’ hand slipped inside the v-neck sweater, tracing out patterns against her skin as he kissed her neck. He pressed himself against her as the oceans boiled, and teased out her left nipple, the skies growing dark.

He let time ease forward enough for their clothes to come off. He kissed her mouth hungrily, and as he entered her, the sun went nova.