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[angewiesen]

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[lordofthefries]

[Well, who else was she supposed to ask? Has Jean forgotten all her friends are gone and there aren't any adult women she knows to talk to about this stuff? Sasha was desperate for some information and books are still hard for her to get through and the few magazines she consulted on her own basically implied that using a donut for sex was a good idea.]

Um... [Her replying with that as a starter makes this seems so much more dreadful than it really is.] He said you wouldn't make me do it if I wasn't ready because you're not an a-hole.

[So nothing bad. Basically the same thing Jean just said of himself a few seconds ago.]

[angewiesen]

[It's best not to involve food at all unless you're into getting raging yeast infections.]

[That sounded like Armin, at least. Okay, so that was more like a passing comment than a full-on birds and the bees talk. Good. We can deal with that. We are now putting Armin out of our minds. 3... 2... 1... Not thinking about it anymore. It's gone now.]

As long as that was it. [Jean took a deep breath to try and steady himself.] No, nothing explodes. But it's a pretty weird feeling if you're not used to it. It's easy to clam up. And it's not all that fun if you're forcing yourself. I don't want to do that to you.

[lordofthefries]

[Sasha breathes out a bit too loudly, sounding a little frustrated when she does speak.]

I'm not forcing myself. I said I just don't know how to do it.

[It's really starting to feel like no one is listening to what she's saying. No one is making her do anything and she gets that. She wants to do this as much as someone who doesn't have much of a clue of what they're getting into does. The problem lies in the how, but Sasha doesn't know how to make that any clearer than restating that part.]

What's there to be used to? You just put it in the hole and that's it. [Or so she thinks. Jean does the sticking and she lies back and thinks of England the walls. Everybody's happy.]

[angewiesen]

[Jean was honestly a little surprised to hear the frustration in her voice when she reiterated herself. Well then... Maybe he didn't have to be so careful?]

I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so... Dodge-y? It's just that... It's kind of on the guy to make sure everyone's on board, or else they're the jerk if things go south, you know?

[Probably not, but that was the only way he knew how to explain it. When she mentions that 'you just put it in the hole and that's it', he has to loudly mentally remind himself that yes, she wants to do this, she just doesn't know how. Okay, deep breath. We're being adults now.]

So, you're... technically right, if you looked sex up in a dictionary or something. That's how girls get pregnant. But honestly, that doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun for you. I can do better than that.

[lordofthefries]

I know how girls get pregnant.

[She might be dumb and a whole lotta uneducated, but at least she knows that. And Sasha is fully aware of the risk she's heading towards on that part, but maybe Jean knows of a way not to knock her up? He's experienced and doesn't have any kids she's aware of, so it's clear that whatever he's been doing has been working.

As for the fun part, she goes quiet, considering how it's supposed to be made fun for her. Right, Armin mentioned something about touching. That it's supposed to feel good and in her mind, is that supposed to translate to fun? There's no way to know the truth on that except to go through with it so Sasha gets up from her side of the bed and walks to where Jean is, plopping down next to him. And without any announcement or suggestions of her next move, Sasha lifts her hand, hovering it over his shoulder for a few seconds before she clasps him there. It's not sexy in the least, and honestly, it's more akin to a mentor congratulating a mentee than a woman trying to seduce her lover.]

[angewiesen]

[Sasha's gesture so perfectly radiated the sentiment of good talk, bud, that Jean couldn't help but snicker.]

You wanna make out first? We've done that before, at least.

[lordofthefries]

[Well, communication is key. Even with how awkward that entire conversation was, at least they got somewhere a million other couples haven't. They're just doing it in the most ass-backwards way.

Sasha nods eagerly to answer Jean's question. She doesn't quite understand why it's called making out, but the times they've done it, she liked it. Loved it even. Licking her lips wets them, and at the same time brings her back to the time she asked Shiro if Jean was allowed to put his tongue in her mouth. He sure is and vice versa and honestly, if Jean would just keep his mouth against hers, Sasha couldn't find it in her to complain.

But Sasha really really doesn't want to think about father figures at a time like this, not when she finds herself staring at Jean's lips.]

[angewiesen]

[Nobody knows why it's called making out, they just decided to collectively go along with it when it entered the casual lexicon.]

C'mere, then.

[Jean took Sasha's opposite arm, and gently tugged to guide her into his lap. Something about having a woman in a dress straddling his legs spoke to him. And maybe the contact would inspire a slightly deeper need.]

[lordofthefries]

[There's something about Jean's tenderness that stops Sasha from hesitating. She just goes along with the lead, clambering onto him and spreading her legs apart on either side of his. Not much different from riding a horse, really. Save a horse, ride a Kirstien.

And maybe since he's started the physical portion of things, she can shove her nerves down a little and lean into kiss him first, arms wrapping around his neck. It's what Sasha does, body relaxing against his ever so easily.

It just felt right. This must be the instinctual part Armin mentioned.]

[angewiesen]

[If he knew that joke, he'd probably honestly get into it eventually!]

[These moments, at least, convinced Jean that she really genuinely liked him, and wasn't just going along with things because she didn't know any better, or because he was pressuring her too much. It was pretty hard to fake it this well, and he already knew Sasha was a bad actor.]

[One hand went up to cup her cheek, a familiar touch, and the other drifted down to her waist, which was a little more new. He was pretty sure that would be okay.]

[lordofthefries]

[She does like him, maybe now in a way she never expected, but Sasha does like Jean. With her being honest to a fault, there's no way she fake anything with him, especially after making the poor man throw hints at her for a whole year before she caught on. The worry of who really likes who comes more from her side of things, but he's here with her, and her alone, and that says something.

What exactly that something is, Sasha isn't really thinking about because she's more concerned about the warmth spreading across her face. Her cheeks are flushing helplessly, but she finds it in her not to turn away from Jean's touch, instead choosing to press her lips against his. And she certainly doesn't chide him for having one of his hands lower on her body than usual, though she tenses up slightly for a second. Not enough to signal for him to stop, but just because it's a new area someone else's hands are exploring.]

[angewiesen]

[Well, at least his hard work has gotten him somewhere for once! His heart demanded romance, even if he had to fabricate it all himself.]

[Even if he wasn't the type to keep his eyes open a little while kissing, Jean could definitely feel the warmth of her blush underneath his hand. And the other one was staying right where it was until he got some kind of cue to go ahead. Until then, kissing was more than good enough.]

[lordofthefries]

[Once she discovers the joy of romance, she won't be able to get enough of it! But for now, Jean will have to just settle for Sasha sharing half her meals with him as a sign of affection.

The way she's shifting on his lap should be taken as a cue to go further, with how she's moving to settle against him more firmly and not trying to get away from him. Her thighs tighten around his, securing Sasha's rightful place on Jean's lap and it'll take an army of Titans to get her off of him now. Your move, sir.]

[angewiesen]

[Yeah, that kind of lost its intimate significance once the food surplus came into the picture.]

[It was pretty easy to pick up on her slowly settling into a more relaxed state of mind (and body), and Jean contemplated how to continue. Well. It would probably be best to start from the top down, right? The dress was being kept up with a ribbon that tied behind her neck, so he slowly pulled on one of the threads to undo the knot. This would probably cause the dress to slip off her shoulders. Would that be okay?]

[lordofthefries]

[Maybe for him, but not for her. It's still her love language.

Sasha bites back the urge to tense up at the feel of Jean's fingers tugging at the ribbon. It's definitely not the first time she's been nude or even nearly nude in front of him; after all, the dresshop owner convinced her that a strapless bra under the dress was a good idea. But it's still the first time Sasha will be undressed by hands other than her own. She doesn't know what to do with the knowledge of Jean being the first one at that tasks, but fortunately for both of them, she doesn't let her body language ruin the moment.

The question remains: does she return the favor on his suit or let Jean do all the work? His seems more complicated than a normal one, so for now, Sasha just grips his collar, twisting the fabric between her fingers as she considers her next move.]

[angewiesen]

[Finishing getting that knot undone and letting the weight of her dress fall down was a moment palpably sweet; Jean wished he could bottle this kind of feeling, but for now he could settle with letting it burn into his memory for later consideration. He didn't even mind that she was wearing a bra underneath, if anything, it felt classy. He could enjoy classy.]

[Before going anywhere further, he addressed her wandering fingers.]

You want to take it off? It's only fair.

[lordofthefries]

[Sasha pulls back and begins peering down at the buttons that make up his suit jacket, brow furrowed in more concentration that should be called for at this point. Here she is, half-undressed on her boyfriend's lap in a hotel room on prom night and she finds herself stymied by his fancy outfit.]

I'm trying to?

[Apologies, Jean, but this is the woman you decided to date. Putting in more work than planned on your first night together might be a running gag here.]

[angewiesen]

[don't laugh don't laugh DON'T LAUGH]

Just undo any button you find. Eventually you'll get the right ones.

[He helped out a little too, with clasps that might be a little more covert. Honestly, he couldn't blame her-- the whole outfit was fashioned in such a way that it strapped him in as tightly as possible, for that 'more muscle than comfortably fits in the fabric' kind of look.]

[lordofthefries]

[If he ever plans of getting some from Sasha tonight--or ever again--he better not even chuckle.]

This is stupid...

[She's complaining, but at least she's not giving up on the buttons, managing to get a few untucked. For what it worth, the suit did look good on Jean, very pleasing to her eye, but it's a real pain in the butt to get to what she's knows is underneath the cloth. Not that she hasn't seen his muscles bared before, but it's a whole different context now.]

[angewiesen]

[Trust me, he was holding back with all his might.]

Yeah, it is kinda dumb. It's the kind of stupid I enjoy though. [Totally impractical in every way, but he liked that pomp and circumstance.]

[Still, the shirt came off easier than expected, and Jean managed to shimmy it off his arms behind him without tearing anything. He wasn't shy about it at all. He strutted around shirtless all the time back at Casa de Voltron, in and out of the house. They lived on a god-damned tropical island, so of course he did.]

You still cool? [Jean was pretty sure this was fine, but it seemed like a good point to stop and reassess.]