fortune favors the bold (except when it doesn't)

She considers, nibbling her lip and one hand going up to twist a hairstick slightly askew. "Can gods get people pregnant?"

in-my-hands

"Only if we're deliberately trying to. We don't do it often and I don't expect I ever will; I was raised the child of a god and I can't say I recommend the experience."

"Okay."

in-my-hands

He smiles at her, pushes his chair back, and stands up.

(Goodness he's tall.)

"All right then. I've got a room upstairs already; can I teleport us there or would you rather walk?"

She swallows, blushing furiously.

"Teleportation's fine."

in-my-hands

"Sure."

He takes a step closer and puts a hand on her shoulder, and then they are somewhere else.

It's a pretty nice room, in an understated sort of way—the carpet and wallpaper and bed are all done up in shades of soft blue-grey, against which Taskashre in his black shirt and black trousers and open red coat stands out fairly starkly.

Also he's smiling at her with immense affection. That's also happening.

That's--good, affection should definitely be involved with sex. Especially the first time. She smiles tentatively back, her cheeks turning bright red.

in-my-hands

"Awwwww. You're really cute when you blush, has anybody ever told you that?"

"No? Uh. Not that I can remember?"

in-my-hands

"Well, you are."

"...Thanks," she says, smiling a small smile and looking away self-consciously.

in-my-hands

He hesitates for a long moment, then steps forward and hugs her, very gently.

She startles and squeaks and hesitates for a moment and then hugs back.

in-my-hands

Awwwwwwwww. She's so huggable!

It doesn't take very long before she is properly burrowed into this hug.

in-my-hands

Taskashre is pretty huggable himself. All warm and cozy and gentle.

Goooooooooooooosh. These are excellent hug qualities. Maybe this is a god thing.

This is cozy and good and she has no idea how normal sex etiquette works, let alone deity sex etiquette, so she is going to stand here enjoying hug and feeling slightly self-conscious until he does something that suggests otherwise.

in-my-hands

"I have to admit," he says wryly, "I don't have much practice at navigating this sort of thing with someone who doesn't—understand gods as a background fact of their life. But then I suppose neither do you. I guess we'll have to figure it out together."

"I--guess? I don't have any experience navigating, though."

in-my-hands

"True. But—I keep noticing myself hesitating to do things because I don't know how to do them the right way, because in my own world I'd know how to... show you that I want you to be happy and then ask you what you want and be sure I understood the answer. But instead I don't know how to do that, or even whether that's what you need."

"...If you want to show me something, you could...tell me instead?" she suggests tentatively.

in-my-hands