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There are things Jing Yi expects when he flies through the window to his rooms.
Like his rooms. Like the floor being where he expects. Like all the furniture being out of the way of anyone flying through a window.
He finds none of those things.
There may or may not be a crashing noise. Or a very undignified yelp.
"Half of this is my to be read pile."
They shove a bunch of books off the bed and onto the floor.
Oh good, he doesn't have to work out how to work around the books. "You wouldn't want to run out!"
"I was going to make a Twilight Zone reference but you've never seen the Twilight Zone. Further proof of my literary superiority."
They lay on the bed and pulled Jing Yi towards them and started to kiss him again. "A delightful constant across cultures," they said into Jing Yi's mouth.
"In Gilead we'd be cuddling up like this"-- they turn around so they're the little spoon-- "and then you'd be poking your dick into my ass to let me know you were horny and it's time for sex now."
"There's no poetry before sex in Cascadia or Gilead. And if there were kissing I'd have a much harder time pretending I was already asleep."
"But if I decided not to pretend I was asleep there'd be kissing." They demonstrate.
"And now you have to feel me up although that'll work less well because I don't have tits anymore."
"Mm, yeah, I got good top surgery so my nipples are still super sensitive."
"The scars are right here"-- she guides his hand to them-- "they sucked all the fat out."
"One important thing about sex in Gilead is that the woman is just supposed to lie there. Makes the man feel all manly and dominant."
"Oh, Great Tang has some different way to make men feel all manly and dominant?"
"I mean-- it's important to last as long as possible. To Preserve Yang Energy, you understand."
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