if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
For all her boyfriend seemed to linger upon her mind in that very moment, the very last thing she had truly considered was what he might think of her visitation to discuss sex with the Italian King. The weight of her focus was settled upon all those things she hadn't even known existed even if they were a natural evolution of the relationship she was presently engaged in. The very concept of pleasing herself, for example, was nothing if not terribly foreign to the girl, even if it made perfect sense. It was like she was an athlete practicing for a big event! Or a musician getting ready for a big show! Practice makes perfect! Or at the very least, it made performances way way way less scary. Abigail was nothing if not a terribly adept student, even if the topic at hand made her blush like a ripe cherry tomato! She watched acutely as that bafflement fluttered across the King's features, before his gaze turned contemplative and, finally, her brilliant teacher almost hesitated before he offered some...carefully worded explanation. Rubbing, after all, sounded easy enough, even if Abigail could hardly help the skeptical glance upon her features that this was somehow supposed to be super duper good feeling. Rubbing was just...rubbing...wasn't it?

It was, however, the idea of a...rubber...replica....that caused her head to tilt to the side in vague curiosity. A....rubber...replica? Was that something you bought on the internet? Did they have a replica of Arlo online?! How did they get one?! Did they have a replica of Dorian?! He must be really really expensive to buy a replica of. His replica was probably gold. He liked gold. Did they have Sebastian too? The very realization that she was contemplating the intimate areas of both the King and the Prince (her friends of all people), immediately brought that scarlet hue back to the apples of her cheeks. Abigail was SUPER DUPER quick to change the topic, to....well....anything, like her understanding of foreplay! Thankfully, Dorian hardly seemed to notice just where her thoughts had ventured off too (not that she would EVER ADMIT IT). His assurance, that, at the very least, she could indulge in that...foreplay without promising her boyfriend sex was...oddly...relieving. After all, her country had never told her that touching was against the rules. Then again, they clearly had never even acknowledged it in the first place!

How much of an emotional rollercoaster this very conversation seemed to be! The young girl so often shifted from so much embarrassment she could literally die to a sort of....relief that...maybe this wasn't so scary after all. It was the concept of toys, however, that intrigued her. Abigail, admittedly, had quite put together the concept of replicas and toys. Toys, after all, sounded fun. Like some sort of sexual board game, not that she was quite sure how that would work. Her inquiry of them, however, only left her further unsure of exactly what they were in the first place! That small shake of his head caused her features to wrinkle ever so slightly, though maybe that was a conversation better left for Arlo. He probably knew all the best sexy games with all the best sexy toys that they could play. Though why he hadn't invited her to play a game with him yet baffled her. Maybe he was just trying really really hard to be patient with her. Were sexy games things married couples only did? "They sound...fun...I think." Abigail commented, even with all of the naked touching that Dorian insisted such games consisted of. If anything...maybe that was an avenue to explore with her boyfriend. Still, despite all the scary touching and....all the fun to be had.....there were far more important matters that weighed heavily upon her mind - her perceived worth to her society, for example.

Nepal was nothing short of utterly strict on it's expectations of its women. The class system was rigid, to say the least. Already Abigail had dealt with being viewed as a "lesser" due to the simple fact that she was a foreigner but to be a part of the untouchables? It was enough to prompt her to voice those concerns of appeasing her society, her religion, her father's and her boyfriend's expectations and desires of her. Those very worries seemed to pull her in all different sorts of directions! The only thing she hadn't considered, at least until Dorian's hand rested upon her knee and he in turn bid her thoughts to focus upon it, was what she wanted. Abigail nibbled on her bottom lip in quiet contemplation before the young woman announced in her own exasperation how she wished sex would just...go away! Then she wouldn't have to worry about Arlo or her father or Nepal at all! The gentle pout upon her features prompted the ready laughter of her companion before Abigail merely sighed in her quiet awareness that this....was not even a very feasible want. Still, it was that final concern of being good at sex that prompted her near naive inquiry if Dorian had ever been bad at it!

That soft chuckle upon Dorian's lips drew her hazel eyes as the fae King insisted that he was nothing short of terrible at it, his first time, at least. "I don't believe you." Abigail insisted, even as she watched that warm grin spread across his features. What first caught her attention, as Dorian began that tale, was how young the King was! At fifteen she was hardly even thinking of boys, much less wanting to have sex with them! She was hardly aware of how...short two minutes was in relation to sex, Dorian's assurance that he now lasted far longer entirely lost on her. After all, it wasn't as if Abigail knew how long sex was supposed to last in the first place! A near wistful sigh left her lips as Abigail leaned her chin against the palm of her hand, her elbow positioned on the arm of the chair she sat in. "I'm going to have no idea what I'm doing either." She lamented, knowing well that Arlo was hardly as new to this whole...sex thing as she was. Would he be disappointed if she only lasted two minutes?! Those concerns that fluttered in her mind were momentarily derailed, however, as Dorian took the moment to offer her some insight of sex with vampires specifically. She hadn't actually considered Arlo's use of fangs during such a moment, even though she was fairly certain he'd hardly want to bite her. After all, she hardly had the kind of blood she knew her boyfriend liked.

Her query into why however, seemed to prompt some consideration upon Dorian's part before insisting that there was no singular reason for it. Arlo, she knew, was at least...different from Dorian's husband. After all, she'd seen Arlo feed before and it had most definitely not been during sex. Nopppee. Still....maybe Arlo was more of the excitable type? It was, however, important, she knew, to embrace all of what Arlo was. After all, he was okay with her being an animal....it was surely the least she could do in return. Hopefully it wouldn't hurt...too much. Nearly on cue, Dorian was quick to assure her that she would hardly notice him biting her at all really and...truthfully she was pretty sure he had a point. After all there'd be...far far more important things going on then where Arlo's teeth were! Her head bobbed quite firmly, "I can do this." She declared, even if those words of encouragement were more for herself then for Dorian's benefit. He had certainly given her a lot to think about but at the very least he had managed to answer all of those questions that had weighed so heavily upon her ever since Arlo asked to do...well...more. Abigail leaned forward, grasping her friend's hands with the return of her usual enthusiasm, "Thank you super duper duper much, Dorian! I don't know what I would have done without you!"