The tolling of the great bell, signaling someone at the door of the Obsidian Tower, roused the Technomancer from her studies. She stretched and looked at the spine-shaped hour candles, seeing where runnels of red wax had dripped down the white vertebrae that marked the time.
She smiled, a look much too warm for the angular and austere face of the icy sorceress. Not bothering to change from her sleeveless black work-dress, she stepped out of the window and floated to the courtyard with a thought.
A wild-looking man, swathed in the black and violet clothing of a desert raider stood in her courtyard, his scimitar and rifle gleaming silver even in the fog. She walked right up to him and let him take her in his arms for a kiss.
He intended it for a peck. But she wrapped herself around him, cloaking them both in her long black hair as she devoured his mouth. Gemini gripped her, kissing with a wild passion she had only suspected lay beneath the surface. She saw glimpses from time to time, but mostly he controlled it with an iron will.
"Hello, darling," she said and kissed her husband again.
"Mistress," he greeted her, "are you ready to go home? Ariel is waiting dinner on us."
"Mmm," she stole a third kiss, lingering this time. Gemini was a handsome man, strong featured with a mouth made for kissing. "Wouldn't do to keep our beloved brother waiting now, would it?"
The flagstone courtyard, the enormous tower, even the maelstrom of lightening and wind that surrounded the tower, vanished as they made the translation out of cyberspace and back into the real.
Zara Broine stretched and stood up. She fluffed her own chin-length bob, unhooked the IV line and catheter and got dressed. The Technomancer might wear black, and make it look good, but Zara preferred shades of green. They set off her eyes and made her skin glow. She choose one done in the Technomancer's style, with no sleeves, to show off her pale arms, and a deep neckline to accentuate her throat. Tonight, taking dinner with her husband and his identical twin brother, she wanted to look stunning. It must be nearly time to eat if David had popped into the net to alert her.
She unlocked the door of her office and stepped out, only to be seized by the same raider as in the Net, this one wearing a designer suit and silk tie, who kissed her within an inch of her life. She gasped for air, so surprised she had forgotten to breathe through the kiss.
"Hello, sister," Ariel greeted her. The squeeze he gave her was most unfraternal. Both of the ben Ezra twins had courted her, alternating, to determine whose she should be. She'd slept with them both, singly and together, and still enjoyed them both ways.
-- from "Double Dealing" by Angelia Sparrow