if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Never ever ever in her wildest of imaginations had Abigail EVER thought that sex would be so darn complicated! Then again, truthfully, Abigail had never given the topic much thought, to begin with. Now, however, there were all these things to think about - primarily the pleasure she was supposed to feel during sex, a feeling she hadn't even known existed! Her brows furrowed as she so fixated on the very why that had brought her here in the first place. That feeling, it seemed, was the whole reason for EVERYTHING. She could hardly understand why this very thing that apparently felt so good was so wrong. A soft breath of confusion so left her lips and yet, Dorian almost seemed to anticipate the bafflement that had settled on her mind. That very notion of using her own fingers to bring herself such feelings only furthered that frown upon the young woman's fair features as she glanced down at her hands within her lap. Her hands had..of course...touched herself before but...Abigail was quickly beginning to suspect it was not in the way that Dorian was suggesting - after all she'd never felt some intensely good feeling from adjusting any of her undergarments before!

Tentatively, Abigail nibbled on her bottom lip as she slowly glanced up at the man across from her, the young woman well aware that this question was..perhaps..broaching upon a topic neither were terribly comfortable with. If Dorian was willing to share how he...enjoyed...that intimacy with his husband though, perhaps THIS was not entirely out of the realm of conversation either. "....how?" The question was near squeaked from her lips, that visible blush once again returning to her features (who was she kidding, as if it had ever left to begin with!). Still, maybe....it wasn't a...completely awful idea...right? That's what musicians did, didn't they? They practiced and practiced and practiced before they ever played in front of people. This was JUST like that, wasn't it? Kind of...sort of? Maybe she could...get comfortable with herself before agreeing to Arlo's hands in those sort of places...right? Then it wouldn't be so scary. It seemed sensible and yet, that very thought only led to some sort of desire for reassurance that Arlo surely wouldn't expect sex from her if she agreed to just those touches, would he?

It was that very promise that foreplay did not require her to have sex (gulp!) that brought soft breath of relief to her lips. Abigail hardly thought Arlo would force her into anything, it was just....the very idea of disappointing him made her distinctly...sad. For several moments, the young woman fell silent as she contemplated all that she had been told, that SUPER GIANT puzzle of sex so finally seeming to make at least some measure of sense....in theory....sort of. That was until Dorian mentioned toys. That, at least, sounded like fun, right?! The young woman seemed to perk up ever so slightly at the prospect...until she was informed that even this was not at all like what she thought it was. Sexy Mancala would have been so much better than all this...touching that things seemed to come back to. Touches and feelings. "Oh," Abigail responded lamely, the girl pausing but momentarily. "So...like....naked...touching...Mancala?" That prospect of toys clearly still entirely lost upon her. After all, if it wasn't like those toys she'd grown up with, then what WAS it?!?

Even with all her confusion of what sex was, there was one query that was, perhaps, most important of all - why sex seemed so important to begin with. After all, the young woman was...so completely torn between the expectations of her culture to not have it, the want of her boyfriend to have it, the fear of having it lest she had a child, not to mention whatever her father might think if he discovered she'd it! Those very pressures all seemed to fight for control of the young woman who was, ultimately, just happy to spend her time with Arlo, even if he had thought of her as little more than a pet. It was that delicate sensation of Dorian's hand against her knee that slowly drew her gaze upwards towards him, her eyebrows creased with concern. The listened intently as Dorian outlined each of those near overwhelming concerns...only to insist that none of them truly mattered. A glimpse of confusion crossed her features as the King continued, insisting that the only thing that was truly of importance was her desires. It was...a lovely idea...really, a sweet one....except....that Abigail had NO IDEA what she wanted!!!! It was hard to decide if she wanted something she'd never had!!! But then again....maybe this is why Dorian had suggested the touching touches in the first place. An audible sigh left Abigail's lips as she drew her knees upwards and into her chest. "Sometimes...I wish sex would just.....go away." She muttered, even if it was just from her own frustrations.

The young woman was silent for a moment, considering her own desires and some...makeshift plan before another striking idea slammed into her, one she hadn't considered before now. What if she was BAD at sex?!? That very query seemed to bring nothing but laughter to the fae's lips as he leaned comfortably back into his chair. His promise that she hardly had to worry about being bad, however, prompted a skeptical look to her features. "Were you bad at it the first time?" She inquired, clearly of the belief that Dorian now must be quite good at it. What she didn't expect, however, was that vague forewarning of vampires and...biting...even in spite of the excellent sex. Arlo had...never really bitten her before, though he had never truly expressed a great interest in it either - after all he tended to like other vampires and she was DEFINITELY NOT a vampire. Nope. He probably wouldn't bite her during sex....did that mean he bit other vampires during sex? Did he have sex with other vampires? What if he didn't like having sex with her because he couldn't bite her since she wasn't a vampire?! Her head tilted to the side, this apparently leading to a whole new mesh of things she hadn't ever considered. "...why do they like to bite during sex?" She inquired, this apparently vital for the young woman as she, for the first time, contemplated whether or not Arlo would even want to bite her...and weather or not that upset her to not be bitten!