if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Abigail could hardly help that girlish squeal of delight upon her sweet heart lips as the Italian Monarch insisted he enjoyed that treat she had worked so diligently upon. His chuckle only brightened the warm smile upon her features as she so eagerly nodded in agreement to the idea of a dessert tour, how utterly delicious would THAT be!? It was, however, that very mention of Arlo that once again prompted that flush to her cheeks. Oh God, how she hated this whole topic of sex! The girl completely, totally and utterly embarrassed to even talk to Dorian about those things. That audible sigh left her lips as Abigail resigned herself to her fate, the young woman entirely quick to launch into that string of ran together words, as if she couldn't get them out of mouth fast enough! It was but halfway through that very sentence that the girl realized she didn't even know if Dorian was the sort of friend she had such conversations with, much less who else she would speak to about sex and all of her boyfriend's wants.

There was a visible timidness to the young woman as she glanced back up at Dorian, that very look of utter shock upon his face only furthering that look of concern. Oh no, she'd picked the wrong person, didn't she?! What if Dorian was offended?! WHAT IF HE WAS SO UPSET HE NEVER WANTED TO TALK TO HER AGAIN AND THEN SHE'D LOST ONE OF HER BEST FRIENDS?! Oh, this was a terrible idea, her little heart fluttering anxiously within her chest as she nibbled on her bottom lip, those hazel eyes merely staring at the silver hue of her companion's. She watched as his features twisted into a warm smile, the Italian fae admitting that this was apparently the first time a woman had ever asked him about sex before. Did that mean....that he'd never had sex either?! His assurances that it was fine and that he hardly minded her asking brought her a glimpse of reassurance, that fluttering heart stilling it's frantic beat ever so slightly as she offered Dorian a weak smile, her hazel irises still turning almost anxiously away from him even in spite of his promise to help.

It was a sudden, but nonetheless soft, touch of Dorian's hand upon hers that drew her gaze back upwards towards him. Her fair cheeks still flushed red even with the King's efforts to take it all into stride. It was his inquiry of what Arlo desired prompted her to at least clarify her boyfriend's most recent want. "He...wants to...he wants to put his hands... under my clothes..." She responded, the girl entirely unable to even look at Dorian as she uttered those super duper embarrassing words even if she knew it was a perfectly acceptable thing for husbands to do with their wives and she'd totally seen unmarried couples in movies do all SORTS of things they definitely shouldn't have! It was, however, that very comment of positions and methods that drew her gaze back towards Dorian, her eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly in confusion. "Position...? Method?" She inquired softly, her head tilting to the side. There were positions?! What did 'methods' even mean?! THERE WERE METHODS TO HAVING SEX? What kind of methods were there?! She'd been so worried about Arlo putting his hands in places he shouldn't be that she hadn't even considered what he was going to do with them when they were there!

Such overwhelming considerations, however, were temporarily put in the back of her mind thanks entirely to Dorian's next statement, this one just as baffling as the last! Her head slowly tilted to the opposite side as Dorian insisted he'd had sex with both genders before his marriage to the Englishman that was now his husband. For a moment, Abigail merely stared at him, her gaze blinking with a clearly confused look on her feminine features. "....how do you...have...sex with another man......?" She half inquired, her voice trailing off and yet, the girl almost wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer to that. Was that one of those mythical methods that Dorian had talked about?! Oh God, if sex included things that she was pretty SURE were impossible, was she even sure what sex really was?! Did...did Dorian know he couldn't have a child with Sebastian? Maybe they hadn't yet realizd that within the fae King's era. Should she tell him that? Where was he even putting his....oh god, she was pretty sure her cheeks were so red they were like....the sun. She could even feel that heat before her gaze quickly turned anywere but her friend. After all, she most certainly shouldn't be thinking about how her friends had sex...should she? This was a disaster. Why did Arlo make her do this?!?!