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[scraps_molly]

Who: Scraps and Az
Where: Az’s Suite
When: January 24th, 9 AM.
What: a visit

Scraps found it hard to knock with the water pitcher in both hands and the periodical under her arm, so she kicked the corner of the door instead.  Was that the proper way to summon a princess? She was pretty sure someone would find it disrespectful.  She couldn’t

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[az_of_the_oz]

Taking the flowers was an instinctive move, not one that needed any thought to spur the action. She had to blink for a moment in surprise, eyes wide when they were open. Her fingers curled around the cool surface of the pitcher that held the burst of multi-hued colors, the faint sound of sloshing from within it giving away the fact that there was water inside the vessel. "Thank you," the words came out honestly as her smile softened towards the lithe woman in front of the Princess.

One of her hands came up to capture an almost impossibly soft petal on one of the blooms between forefinger and thumb. Her dark eyes darted back over to the redhead as she spoke, taking in the bright grin on her face.

"Of course, I'd be glad to offer any help I could." Az took a small step backwards, pulling the door open with one of the hands that had been holding the pitcher, allowing the other woman to slip into the room without blocking her path. She looked back down at the flowers, and then up to catch the pale, watchful eyes of Sergei. The simple happiness over receiving flowers, of the thought behind them shone on her face before she nodded once and closed the door behind her.

Her guards smiled for her out in the hallway. Of course, once they caught sight of eachother, they struggled to pull their expressions directly back into stoic masks.

[scraps_molly]

"My eggs are more scrambled than ever."

Scraps didn't follow any of the proper, stuffy rules when she wasn't scared out of her wits by lots of people. So flopping herself on a chair like a rag doll, while the princess was still standing was no surprise.

"I thought you could help, but I can't remember why right now." Scraps took a moment to chew at the cuticle of her thumbnail, then shook her head. "Nope, not there. Anyways, When I was tumbling I saw the field of flowers and thought of you. Then when I tamed them I think I remembered thinking before. I’m pretty sure I thought you could help before.”

She’d been tumbling, backflips, cartwheels, bending and stretching and twisting. Then she tamed the flowers. Art, creativity, they settled her sometimes, but made her head buzz and jumble. The thoughts tumbling like her body.

“When swans go on a date, they'll put their heads together. Then they stick together for life. That would be awkward for people because after hugging someone once… BAM, you’re married.” Scraps punctuated the Bam with a clap of her hands. “If you hugged another person would that mean you’re cheating or a polygamist?” She made a confused scrunchy face.

“Oh, that’s right. Dating. Dating and hugging and kissing and intercourse. You’re dating, and having intercourse, so that’s why I knew you could help.” That explained that.

“I kissed Glitch the other day. I remember that. It made my lips warm and tingly, and I felt al fluttery in my tummy. I don’t think I ever felt like that in past experience. I ran and found Sarah and talked, but I can’t remember what about. Likely the running and kissing. Not that I ran and kissed at the same time, because that would be difficult.”

“I was in the library looking at books about human sexual response and interactions. I’m pretty sure I was trying to understand. There were an awful lot of books and now the words are just rumbling through my noggin. I’m pretty sure I ate too many of them and my brain has a tummy ache.” She nodded as if this were perfectly reasonable.

“I found a periodical, and Glitch walked in, and I showed him a picture and wondered if he found the naked girl pretty. He said redheads were better. I wonder if there are pictured of naked redheads. There should be because there were every other hair color. Does hair color have anything to do with being naked in a book?” She shrugged her thin shoulders. “So I got more confused by reading where pictures were involved than just words, so I thought of you dating and having intercourse and that you don’t embarrass easy so here I am.”

[az_of_the_oz]

Az did not take any offense, or anything even remotely close to it, over Scraps's casual behavior. That was just how the woman/girl was, and the Princess appreciated the refreshing candor of it all. Stuffy behavior and needless ettiquette was just stifling to the dark haired woman. Instead, she set the jug of flowers on a small alcove next to one of the windows. Fussed with the arrangement enough to make sure that the light shining in throught the glass caught the edges of the flowers just right.

A soft laugh bubbled over at the thought of every hug meaning instant marriage between people, but she barely held it back with a smile and a shake of her head. "I suppose if hugging meant you were married to the one you hugged, nearly all of us would be polygamists." She would be married to Jeb, Cain, Gabe, Johnson, Eliza, Rachael... It would definitely make the House of Gale more interesting, considering both she and her sister had the penchant for hugging those they cared about.

She just could not resist the urge to grin slightly at the redhead's logic. "Yes I am," dating was almost too simple a word for her and Jeb's relationship, even in its early stages. But, all the same, it still fit. "And intercourse? Yes, definitely." Several times a day, whenever they could get their hands on eachother. Still in that honeymoon blush of their interaction, and now engagement, it was to be expected. Then again, something told her she would never get quite enough of the taste of his mouth and the feel of his hands.

Settling down in the chair across from Scraps, after crossing the short distance from window to sitting area, Az nodded again. So she was not the only one to become nervous and confused over a kiss and flee as if wild rabid wheelers were on her trail. And she was gladdened by the fact that the woman/girl had kissed the inventor all the same, they both had suffered too much not to be able to grab happiness while they could. Life was fleeting. "Yes," she smiled, "I could see that as being hard to maneuver."

Although her mind tripped slightly over figuring out what Scraps had meant by eating words, and the fact that it oddly made sense to the Princess, she could not fault the desire to learn about it from a scientific point of view. After all, a scientist (or as much of one as Scraps had in her head) would seek to have things make sense from her way of thinking. "You showed Glitch a picture of another naked woman?" Amusement sparked, imagining his reaction. If he had still had been Ambrose, it likely would have been even funnier, as upright and perfectly rule-bound as he had been. "I don't think that he meant other redheads that he'd like to see naked."

"I'm sure there are, men can be varied in their tastes." Then she shook her head, "No, I don't think it does." This certainly was an unexpected conversation, but not one Az felt any need to shy from. Sex she understood quite well. It was the emotional connection and trust that she was still struggling to get a grip on. "No, no I don't embarrass easily. Ask me anything, and I'll give you my honest thoughts."

[scraps_molly]

“I’ve seen people kiss around the palace all the time. I always thought it was icky until the other day. And the places I tingled were a bit uncomfortable. I remember kissing is prelude to intercourse. Which is why I studied what it was supposed to mean. Did you know chocolate releases the same endorphins as sex? I can’t imagine sex being like chocolate. Nothing’s that good. Although males supposedly think of sex every seven seconds. How do they ever get anything done? Non-sentient lions can have sex fifty times a day. That has to be exhausting. Has Raw ever looked really tired to you?”

Scraps pulled out the periodical she had tucked under her arm. Gentleman’s Monthly. It was old, at least ten years old, since most of these kinds of books and periodicals had moved underground, literally, since… well, it was a decade old anyway.

She pulled the pages open to the picture of the woman licking her own breasts. “Is this usually something done in mutual sex? Because I could never reach, and I can get my bottom to an inch from the top of my head.”

“And what are these? I don’t think they’re really rings for roosters. I don’t think I want to know why a man would put this thing down there to increase size. And how can you have sex over the phone?”

There were phones in the palace. And phones were commonplace in Central City, even if they were hard to find further out.

(The odd facts Scraps throws out are true. Poor female lions...)

[az_of_the_oz]

Scraps certainly had a way of speaking so quickly and passing along so much information in less than a minute that the listener was left wondering if she had taken a breath during any of her speech. Az decided, after a fraction of a second's indecision, that she should not even attempt to speak half as fast, but instead break down the conversation into smaller pieces in her mind to better respond to the redhead.

"Kissing can be a prelude intercourse, yes. But," she stressed the word carefully as she spoke, "kissing can mean a wide variety of things. Kisses on the cheek to show plain affection, or just familial caring. Kisses on foreheads to show protectiveness. And then yes, kisses on lips and many many other places that just send delicious tingling electric sensations through your entire body. You can kiss to show you care, show you want, or even just kiss because it feels good."

"It does?" She asked in mild surprise, sex and chocolate. Oh...sex with chocolate. Making a mental note to revisit that thought later, the Princess listened carefully. And had to smile at what was being said. "Sex definitely can be. Sometimes even better than Rachael's ultra rich chocolate fudge cake, it really depends on who your partner is and how compatible the two of you are."

"Every seven seconds?" The words were repeated with raised brows, she certainly was learning all sorts of information from the other woman that she had not known before. The last one having been one that she wanted to ask Jeb later, if only to see if she could make him blush. "I don't know how they do get anything done, sometimes I can hardly concentrate as it is. And I think the thought enters my head slightly less than that."

"Doesn't sound as if the event lasts very long then does it? Otherwise the poor things would starve to death." Delicate fingers came up to press against her lips, before Az held back the surprised laugh enough to speak around her fingers. "Well, I suppose that does make it more understandable that Raw did look a bit ragged around the edges after Bahst came to the Palace. Although I doubt, with his heavily packed schedule, that they were able to get in that many bouts."

How did Scraps even find a magazine like that one in one of the Royal Libraries? The reminder that guards had lived and worked in these halls for centuries nudged at the edges of her own mental question, and Az had to concede that there were probably far more risque works of fiction and non-fiction within the Palace walls. Her dark hair swung over one pale shoulder as she tilted her head slightly at the picture. "No," she shook her head, looking back up at the woman holding the periodical, "It isn't. I think it's more of something that only happens in magazines and books where the viewer is too far away to touch the women him, or her, self."

That mental picture was not strictly necessary in the Princess's head, but she understood what the woman meant. She had seen the redhead perform some very twisty maneuvers that only one with the skill of a contortionist could pull off gracefully. And without removing half their ribcage surgically. "Good for you," an honest statement, after all, good sex was good for everyone.

An unladylike snort escaped her then, as she laughed lightly and shook her head. "No, not roosters Scraps. The word they use is a bawdy term for male genitalia. The ring is used to somewhat cut off the blood supply to the man's erection, increasing the endurance of the man and supposedly the size as well due to all the blood that arrives but does not escape." She hoped that cleared that manner up, or at least was somewhat easy to understand. "Well, it isn't physical sex as we think of it. Instead it's the partners on seperate phones, oftentimes a fair distance away from eachother, describing what they would like to do to the other, or have done to them. While one or both imitates the words with their own hands on their bodies."

My that all sounded fairly clinical. But something told Az that it was a better strategy to appeal to the scientist in the girl/woman, rather than anything else.

(You left Az so many questions to answer in any depth that my post got rather long. Heh)