thunderproof | 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙.

You'll see. There'll be instructions.

( with pictures! )

You're not obliged to do anything with it—you shouldn't do anything you don't want to do—but I think it's better to have something and not need it than need something and not have it, personally.

( after a moment— )

It's not, you know. Obvious. It'd be a better world if it were, but—being ignorant doesn't always mean that. Sometimes it just means you've...been around too much unkindness. And there are so many people who're just...

Terrible people aren't better with their clothes off. It's always better if you've not got to learn that lesson with a practical.

Anyway, as I was saying, you might find the traditional 'how babies get made' part doesn't necessarily finish it for you. A little more direct stimulation is often the key—someone's tongue will usually do it. Get entirely out of your head the idea of yourself as merely receptacle for someone else's pleasure; sex can be entirely yours. My, ah—

You know I'm sleeping with someone, obviously. Well, he enjoys that. Honestly, I think he enjoys doing it more than I enjoy receiving it, not that I don't like it, but—sex isn't just some idiot hammering at you like you're a piece of wood and he's got a little nail for two minutes. It's give and take. Sharing. Taking pleasure in the pleasure that you give, as well as the pleasure you take. It's as much your mind as your body.

❰ instructions. that bodes... interestingly.

terrible people arem't better with their clothes off. well, if that doesn't strike some particularly uncomfortably resonant chords, given who started this whole conversation. it's not so much that adalia considered that alacruun would be better if they were together, so much as... well, that. it's a pipe dream, clearly, but there must be something that made him someone whose lips she'd allow to touch hers.

which is all, somehow, easier to think about than some faceless man with his head between gwenaëlle's legs. at least at this point she's careful to keep her that can't taste pleasant comment to herself, not entirely sure she could take gwenaëlle's inevitable it does, actually, and here is how i know in excruciating detail. ❱

This all sounds terribly romantic to be coming out of your mouth.

❰ no offense, gwen, but adalia hadn't thought you'd have that kind of sentiment in you. ❱

( what a lot of things she could say to that. finally, like a verbal shrug— ) I'm a poet. What would you have me say? I like love. I like sex. The two things are both complicated, whether or not they have anything to do with one another.

It doesn't have to be sentimental. But it should be good. What's the point of sex if it isn't any good? Loki of House Asgard wasn't remotely romantic, but he was an excellent tumble. Fun while it lasted. Moreso for being all of these things. We treated one another well, and when we tired of it we parted ways. He's a self-involved popinjay I wouldn't choose to confide in because he can be trusted no further than he could be thrown by a small child, but, I knew that.

Managing expectations is important, you know. Sometimes sex is just sex. Which isn't nothing, but nothing's a promise except a promise. You don't tell people you love them with your cunt. Don't ever tell yourself you're hearing things that aren't being said just because someone's up to their knuckles and you really want to hear it.

I... don't know that I've ever thought of telling anyone I loved them with my cunt, but I will remember that.

❰ there is some of this advice that seems more or less helpful and good to know, and some that doesn't really feel aimed at adalia in specific so much. she doesn't really know what romantic love is, much less how to express it, but she wouldn't be all that tempted to do so with her vagina regardless of gwenaëlle's telling her to or not. these aren't considerations that have ever been a part of adalia's life, and much as she has sometimes despaired of how much it seems people don't like her, maybe it's easier to just not bother.

granted, she might not get to not bother, with alacruun around. ❱

...that does sound like it would be rather painful, though. Knuckles, really?

( gwenaëlle's concern is less what adalia might do and more what she might perceive; how easy it is, when you want to be liked so badly, to think something means more than it does. means something other than it does. )

Anything's painful if you do it wrong—when people speak of sex being bad for women, they're talking about bad sex. They might not realise it, but they are. When you're in the mood, and everything's coming together nicely, and you're going to come together nicely, you get wet and it eases passage. When women get hurt is when someone forces something inside them they aren't ready for.

Most men are bigger than my fingers, you know.

Well, yes, but if they're just — jammed in —

❰ her vagina gives a sympathetic twinge just at the thought. ❱

This all sounds like a lot of to-do over something whose effects are only going to be felt for a few seconds, if that. But I suppose I won't really know until I... brave those depths, as it were.

❰ that was not supposed to be a euphemism for her cunt, but as soon as adalia realizes it could very easily be taken that way, her head thunks against the desk again. ❱

Is there any other wisdom you wish to impart?

Well, for one thing, if it's any good it's going to last more than a few seconds. Your orgasm might be quick—or it might not—but you're not going to have one if you don't take a bit of time with the thing. And orgasm isn't the be all and end all of sex, you know. I mean, it's good. It's very good. But if you just...

There are a lot of different ways to consider yourself satisfied.

( a little exhale. )

Do you have any questions?

To be perfectly honest I didn't have any questions when you started this.

❰ which — okay, just because she's embarrassed and, in gwenaëlle's own words, humiliated, that doesn't mean this wasn't all good advice and helpful for adalia to know. she's still not about to admit that right at this moment. ❱

Thank you. I will keep this in mind in the future.

You're welcome.

𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙.

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