Today Faberge brings us a nice spin on a classic tale. I’m a sucker for a twist like this! MEOW!
As Dreams Are Made On is my sci-fi lesbian update of Shakespeare’s The Tempest. I like to think it’s where the Bard might have taken it had he seen Star Trek.
It was kicked off by a Facebook group of a few authors floating the idea of a Shakespeare inspired anthology of short stories. The Tempest has long been a favourite of mine from when I saw the 50s SF movie ‘Forbidden Planet’ and someone explained that it was Shakespeare in space. I’ve also seen the Royal Shakespeare Company do it with Patrick Stewart (Captain Jean Luc Picard of the starship Enterprise) as Prospero.
So I dived straight into Shakespeare on my kindle and hit Wikipedia and Google for dates, events and themes in Shakespeare and for images to inspire me. I also revisited Forbidden Planet and a lot of Star Trek. That wasn’t hard though as I am a total Trekkie and frankly, once I typed the word “bo’sun” it practically wrote itself.
I’ve largely kept Shakespeare’s characters… except I made the ship Prospero and called Miranda’s father Jacques-Pierre Guillaume 🙂 Ariel became the android R.E.L. (see what I did there). He had to be very, very adaptable so I took elements of the T1000 from Terminator 2, mixed in a bit of Maria, the robot from Fritz Lang’s ‘Metropolis’ and added elements of Robbie the Robot, of course.
A stricken starship, a captain lost in space; a beautiful alien girl, marooned and adrift in time; the perfect robotic servant. Can he help them come together and find the space and time for love?
Faberge Nostromo takes Shakespeare’s ‘The Tempest’ far into the future and onto a world where two women find that love, with the aid of a very capable android, can be such a thing as dreams are made on.
“I am a woman, Miranda. Flesh and blood. The same as you.”
Miranda breathed in slowly, her gaze flitting from Ferdinand’s eyes to her lips.
“Yes. Yes. You are. Captain, kiss me again.”
Ferdinand sought Miranda’s mouth now, more eagerly, and darted her tongue inside. The kiss was full and deep, both girls probing and tussling with their tongues as Ferdinand ran her fingers through Miranda’s long purple tresses. Miranda put a hand on the small of Ferdinand’s back, pushing harder, and with her other hand stroked Ferdinand’s neck. She used her hands to explore every inch of Ferdinand’s back and shoulders, gently sliding over the silver of her uniform, tracing her spine and muscles through the tight material, kneading and caressing in turn.
Their mouths parted, tongues teasing until Ferdinand leaned to one side and danced a series of butterfly kisses on the smooth blue skin of Miranda’s neck and throat. Miranda gasped and slid her hand around from Ferdinand’s back and inched toward the curve of her breast.
“Captain…” Miranda whispered.
“Jane. It’s Jane,” Ferdinand replied in between the pattern of kisses she was placing on Miranda’s neck. Miranda inched her fingers toward Ferdinand’s breast until they gently brushed the smooth lower curve. She stopped.
“Jane, should I…”
“Yes, Miranda,” Ferdinand replied. She placed a hand on Miranda’s and gently moved it up until Miranda’s slim blue fingers covered her breast. “Let your emotions and desires tell you what to do.”
Ferdinand’s nipple hardened as Miranda gently explored the curve and outline of her breast through the tight silver of her uniform. Ferdinand released her hand and placed her own on Miranda’s pert, firm breast, feeling her nipple already hard through the silk. She circled the tight button with her thumb and felt Miranda mirror her movements.
They kissed again, deeply, as each felt the other’s soft curves and hard nipples, Miranda’s fingers exploring, Ferdinand’s confident and insistent. Ferdinand was wet now and wanted those smooth blue fingers to explore inside her. She knew she had to gently lead Miranda there, to teach her, guide her.
Faberge Nostromo’s career has been one in the true sense of the word – “move swiftly and in an uncontrolled way”; expelled from school, he finally arrived, through fortuosity and belligerence, at a stage in life where he can genuinely claim to be a writer and musician. Whatever you do, do not encourage him.
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