if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Abigail was like....pretty sure she was going to get a fever with all the heat that felt like it was radiating from her too red cheeks. She had thought she was ready for this conversation...no wait, who was she kidding, she was absolutely totally not ready for this conversation right from the beginning! What had she been thinking?! Talking to Dorian...about THIS! She struggled, even despite the kindness of her friend, to even SPEAK the unspeakable things Arlo wished to do! His hands, she was certain, did NOT belong in those no-no zones! The last thing she expected, however, was silence from the Italian King, as if he too could not believe where Arlo wished to place his hands! SEE! SHE KNEW IT WAS A NO NO ZONE! Fortunately for him, and unfortunately for her, those zones quickly became the last thing upon her mind as her thoughts shifted over to this idea of positions and methods, and what?! There were different positions for his hands in her pants?! Oh God, what did that even mean?! At the very least, she supposed she was reassured that Dorian had at least had sex before. It promised that he knew, somewhat, of those intimate matters. That was, until Abigail's thought process was entirely derailed by the idea that he'd had sex with MEN too. How....did....that.....what?!?

That blank stare was all but blatantly visible across her poor reddened features as those hazel eyes suddenly stared at Dorian in utter bafflement. She knew, of course, how sex worked...at least...in theory...but what she DEFINITELY knew was that there was absolutely completely totally NO way for two men to have sex at all! They just...lacked....the right...parts to do so. Her inquiry was almost hesitant, the woman certain that her friend must have been...mistaken on what sort of activities he engaged with his husband. After all, why would they even bother with sex to begin with, ignoring they couldn't even have it properly! Even she was aware of that slight hue of red that seemed to brush against the usually unflappable King's cheeks as if to speak of such a thing was humiliating even to him! Oh God, what had she gotten herself into?! She watched as Dorian's hand reached up to run through his brunette locks, those striking silver irises entirely slow to meet her own again. She listened attentively as he began to speak, her gaze following the gesture of his hand towards his own groin, even if it only served to bring that heat back to her already red cheeks. NOPE. Can't look there. Definitely not there! Her eyes darted back upwards as he continued, though those words hardly served to be a suitable distraction.

In fact, for a moment, Abigail merely found herself staring at her companion as her mind struggled to comprehend what he had told her. He put himself...WHERE?!? WHY?!? WILLINGLY?! CAN THAT EVEN BE DONE?! WHO DID THAT? WHO THOUGHT ABOUT DOING THAT?! It took a moment for her brain to catch up with her blatant shocked gawking before her lips slowly parted to utter the one question that lingered the heaviest upon her mind. "...but....why?" She inquired, her voice little more than a soft whisper, and yet, how many questions she as asking with that one simple one! How those very queries so plagued her mind! Even as Dorian attempted to provide some answer to each and everyone that fell from her sweetheart lips. She was, admittedly, hardly prepared for the level of depth that Dorian went into on why Arlo's hands apparently so wanted to be under her clothes, though Abigail was an attentive student in every regard, even if the corners of her lips had begun to tilt downwards in a slight frown. It felt...exceptionally good? "...fore...play?" Abigail found herself half inquiring, half repeating the word as her brows furrowed in consideration. Her school had most definitely not covered that!

It was that Italian lit that drew her gaze back towards Dorian as he made some effort to explain those positions he was referring to. Admittedly, Abigail hadn't really...known just how many ways someone could even have sex - many of those ideas simply failing to have ever occurred to her in the slightest. "Oh..." She muttered simply, pausing to consider all he had told her. "What...were...methods...then? Are they...different?" The young woman questioned, clearly absorbing EVERY SINGLE WORD Dorian had spoken, whether or not he realized exactly all that he had imparted upon her and yet...even in spite of all of her ignorance, there was one question that stood out amongst all the others. "If...if sex is the best thing I could ever do....then why am I not supposed to have it? What' the point of it? Why even do it at all?!"