" He brought her to the moon with a flourish. The near side facing the Earth, not the far side, since he thought they should take the trip in stages. She turned in his arms to look around at where he brought them.

"W-what ... "

"I told you it would be somewhere special," he said, in the invisible bubble he had created for them.

She screamed.

He smiled smugly. Yes, this second date destination was worthy of a happy scream. Very few humans had walked on the moon. He knew how rare this opportunity was. Surely it should make up for what had happened on their first date.

Grace kept screaming. She turned and clawed at him. "Oh, my God. Oh. My. God. OHMYGOD!"

His smile vanished. He tried to get hold of her in a gentle but tight grip. That was more difficult than he expected. She seemed to have acquired a half-dozen arms and legs. He informed her, "You may stop making noise any time now."

Somehow she had climbed halfway up his body before he managed to grasp her waist. He plucked her off and set her on her feet. She started to climb up his body again.

"Are you having fun?" he asked suspiciously.

"We're on the fucking moon!" she shouted. "There's nothing here!"

He stared at her. "I don't think you're having fun. "

― Thea Harrison , Oracle's Moon (Elder Races, #4)