Lia sat on the edge of Valentine's bed. His room was a certified mess. Clothes of various types and purposes were flung in all four corners of his room, wires from various gadgets snaked across the beige carpet, mountains of books towered precariously in front of his window...fortunately, Valentine knew the difference between dirty and messy. The room smelled faintly of laundry detergent and there were no dirty dishes lying about like in her sister's room.
"Okay," Valentine started, barging into his room. Lia leaned to the side as he parked himself next to her. He ran a hand through his tawny blond hair and gave her a lazy smile. Lia smiled back at him; it was the only proper way to react to such a genuine expression and almost everyone who met Valentine reacted in such a way. "Tell me how it went." Lia laughed nervously, even though she was usually never nervous about things. Valentine had such a casual expression on his face that it was difficult to realize that he was actually asking how her first time had gone. Her first time having sex, that is.
"Well, you know. It was what you'd expect." She looked down at her hands. "Nuh. No. You're not answering my question." Valentine leaned back on his bed and laced his fingers under his head. He closed his eyes. "Okay. Now tell me." He waited patiently in that position. Lia sighed.
"If you were gay this would be easier, ya know," she groused. "It was, well, it hurt at first. But we got into it. And it felt nice the second time..." she trailed off with a shrug.
"Nice? If it had been me, you would not be using a word as lame as 'nice'," he grinned arrogantly, his eyes still closed. Lia rolled her eyes and leaned back, too, mimicking him. She was silent for a long time and he did not say anything either.
"I dunno. I kind of wish that..." she paused, her voice cracking. She could feel Valentine's warm torso next to hers. She hoped he didn't notice the faltering of her voice, but he had grown still. She cleared her throat and shrugged. "I dunno," she repeated once she regained control of herself again. She left it at that.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Valentine asked, a little forcefully. "You
"Okay," Valentine started, barging into his room. Lia leaned to the side as he parked himself next to her. He ran a hand through his tawny blond hair and gave her a lazy smile. Lia smiled back at him; it was the only proper way to react to such a genuine expression and almost everyone who met Valentine reacted in such a way. "Tell me how it went." Lia laughed nervously, even though she was usually never nervous about things. Valentine had such a casual expression on his face that it was difficult to realize that he was actually asking how her first time had gone. Her first time having sex, that is.
"Well, you know. It was what you'd expect." She looked down at her hands. "Nuh. No. You're not answering my question." Valentine leaned back on his bed and laced his fingers under his head. He closed his eyes. "Okay. Now tell me." He waited patiently in that position. Lia sighed.
"If you were gay this would be easier, ya know," she groused. "It was, well, it hurt at first. But we got into it. And it felt nice the second time..." she trailed off with a shrug.
"Nice? If it had been me, you would not be using a word as lame as 'nice'," he grinned arrogantly, his eyes still closed. Lia rolled her eyes and leaned back, too, mimicking him. She was silent for a long time and he did not say anything either.
"I dunno. I kind of wish that..." she paused, her voice cracking. She could feel Valentine's warm torso next to hers. She hoped he didn't notice the faltering of her voice, but he had grown still. She cleared her throat and shrugged. "I dunno," she repeated once she regained control of herself again. She left it at that.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Valentine asked, a little forcefully. "You
