zephyr
You know what? With the initial awkwardness over and the subject properly breached, this honestly isn't so bad. Does it help that the little shit is finally squirming? Yes. Yes it does.
You raise an eyebrow at his question, quirking something of a smile. "Why not?" you shoot back, then chuckle a little. "But nah, yer right. Can't go around askin' everyone willy nilly if they wanna fuck- that's another word for sex." You raise a hand and begin to count off synonyms on your fingers. "Fuck, bang, do it, make love- there's a lotta things that mean sex." Consent and vocabulary. Look at you fucking go.
Placing your palms back on your knees, you consider the boy again. "When ya talk about sex - an' when it happens - it's gotta be at the right time. Usually it'll be with someone ya like, who ya already get on with." Like me and your mother, you absolutely DO NOT say. "A girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Ya fancy boys or girls? Or both?"
You raise an eyebrow at his question, quirking something of a smile. "Why not?" you shoot back, then chuckle a little. "But nah, yer right. Can't go around askin' everyone willy nilly if they wanna fuck- that's another word for sex." You raise a hand and begin to count off synonyms on your fingers. "Fuck, bang, do it, make love- there's a lotta things that mean sex." Consent and vocabulary. Look at you fucking go.
Placing your palms back on your knees, you consider the boy again. "When ya talk about sex - an' when it happens - it's gotta be at the right time. Usually it'll be with someone ya like, who ya already get on with." Like me and your mother, you absolutely DO NOT say. "A girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Ya fancy boys or girls? Or both?"
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
