The following day there is: school!
Sadde and Willow are already there, sitting on a bench chatting.
The following day there is: school!
Sadde and Willow are already there, sitting on a bench chatting.
"I'm pretty sure my hair was the only thing that we didn't wrap up while there – I mean, I guess there were those bruises but they disappeared pretty quickly?"
He opens his mouth and then seems to try to come up with some words.
Nope. Not working.
Nibble nibble. "Not worried. Just making plans about how I'm gonna use that information."
"I… don't know that I want to science it necessarily?" he says, raising an eyebrow again. "It sounds like it would have, um, painful failures?"
"But if you don't want to we can just stay with the pain inherent to gay sex." Wiggle wiggle.
"Yeah you don't want to have more gay sex? I didn't mean right now. And busy with what?"
"Well," he says, wiggling his hips again, "not sure if you've noticed but you're still inside me."
Well he was but the wiggling got him out. "That's not being busy," he says, reaching down to get himself free.