MCA #1, Monday Evening

[hugetractsofland]

After class that morning and the field trip that afternoon, Lulu was quite tired by the evening, but still she found herself puttering around the kitchen, not yet ready to end the day. There was tea steeping, just about ready to pour, and of course a plate of baked things out on the counter; Lulu had grabbed a cookie from it and was nibbling as she looked at the papers written in today's class -- although she was by no means ready yet to try grading them. She'd get started on that in the morning.

[Waiting for a visitor in particular, but open for anyone who cares to come by for tea and/or cookies.]

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[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

Lulu felt a little like she was banging her head against a brick wall, but she didn't betray that with words or tone. "It's not wrong at all," she said. "Rikku, you're young; you have a lot to learn yet about yourself and your body. Trust me when I say that sex, whether as part of a romantic relationship or enjoyed -- safely -- for its own sake, is perfectly natural, and nothing of which to be ashamed."

[the_merriest]

Rikku nodded. "I, uh. I never had ... I mean. Pops just kinda got all YOU KNOW HOW BOYS ARE, RIKKU and on and on. Boys want things, so knee 'em where it hurts, and ... not anything about, what if I did, too, 'cause ... you know. Guess I'm not supposed to. Ugh. I'm so bad at this. And I can't ..."

She looked up, finally, eyes uncertain. "I thought we were, you know. I mean, there was Bayla, and we were gonna be forever. I know how dumb that sounds. And then there was future-me and I don't ... think I lived in Toronto. I don't think ... it's not ..."

This time she settled for putting her head on the counter. She resisted the urge to bang it a few times. "I'm so bad at this."