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Title: Learned from Gaps in the Lesson Plan
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Gwen, OC, implied one-sided Gwen/OFC
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, clinical discussions of sex, some foul language
Written For: hs_bingo, sex ed prompt
Wordcount: 500 (Finally! Something shorter!
A/N: Set several years before the rest of the Panfandom High verse, which I will organize and tag as soon as I a) get my last fandom in here and b) it is not 2:00 in the morning.
“Does anyone have any questions?” the teacher asked, tapping the chalkboard.
Gwen bit her lip, eying the lists stretched out in white chalk - STDs and how to avoid them, the importance of abstinence, the birth control methods available and where they might be found.
What should lesbians do to avoid STDs? The question tingled at the tip of her tongue, begging to be asked. I mean - I’m not having sex right now or anything, but if I find the right girl someday - if I really do want to find a girl, I mean - I’m not sure, but I might, and I’ll need to know then. Condoms don’t really…
“Amelia? You had a question?” Mrs. Kelly asked.
“How do you say no to a boy without making it sound like you don’t like him?”
Gwen stared down at her folded hands, savoring the dips and lilts in Amelia’s voice: rich and silky and warm, and just a little bit deeper than you might expect from her delicate, washed-out look.
“Thank you for asking that, Amelia. That’s a very important question, and the answer is complicated. It helps to…”
Another thing, Gwen mused, tugging her pencil from behind her ear and tapping it on the desk. How do you ask a girl out, when you’re a girl? Should I just try to flirt with her, even if she’s probably straight? Not anyone in particular, I mean - just. If. Wouldn’t she freak out?
“Any other questions?”
“What if - what if you do want to, well, you know? How do you keep from wanting to?”
A ripple of giggling billowed across the room, a swirling mix of sympathetic amusement, intrigued embarrassment, and steel-tinged mockery. “Slut!” the girl next to Gwen snickered; Gwen tightened her fingers around her pencil.
“Well, uhm, that’s, er, an interesting question, and certainly there are ways to handle your desires without engaging in unsafe behavior, but, um…”
Gwen flipped open her notebook and began to doodle: swirls and arcs and curlicues in lines and clusters across the page. One of the patterns in the upper right-hand corner looked a bit like a woman with curly hair; she sketched out a clearer neck and started adding a face. This entire class just felt... useless, really. The teacher didn’t seem comfortable talking about anything at all. She’d blushed and stumbled all through the vague paragraph dedicated to homosexuality. Gwen added a half-open mouth to her roughly-sketched girl, frowning when it seemed just a little bit too large for the rest of her face.
The shrilling of the bell cut off Mrs. Kelly’s sputtering. Gwen snatched up her books and half-ran for the door - her next class was on the other side of the building - and crashed straight into Amelia.
“I’m sorry!” Gwen sputtered. “Sorry!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” the other girl laughed. Melodious, gentle, with a smile unfolding across her face and curling up around her eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Gwen managed to chuckle, feeling suddenly breathless and all too warm. “I’m fine. Thanks.”
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Gwen, OC, implied one-sided Gwen/OFC
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, clinical discussions of sex, some foul language
Written For: hs_bingo, sex ed prompt
Wordcount: 500 (Finally! Something shorter!
A/N: Set several years before the rest of the Panfandom High verse, which I will organize and tag as soon as I a) get my last fandom in here and b) it is not 2:00 in the morning.
“Does anyone have any questions?” the teacher asked, tapping the chalkboard.
Gwen bit her lip, eying the lists stretched out in white chalk - STDs and how to avoid them, the importance of abstinence, the birth control methods available and where they might be found.
What should lesbians do to avoid STDs? The question tingled at the tip of her tongue, begging to be asked. I mean - I’m not having sex right now or anything, but if I find the right girl someday - if I really do want to find a girl, I mean - I’m not sure, but I might, and I’ll need to know then. Condoms don’t really…
“Amelia? You had a question?” Mrs. Kelly asked.
“How do you say no to a boy without making it sound like you don’t like him?”
Gwen stared down at her folded hands, savoring the dips and lilts in Amelia’s voice: rich and silky and warm, and just a little bit deeper than you might expect from her delicate, washed-out look.
“Thank you for asking that, Amelia. That’s a very important question, and the answer is complicated. It helps to…”
Another thing, Gwen mused, tugging her pencil from behind her ear and tapping it on the desk. How do you ask a girl out, when you’re a girl? Should I just try to flirt with her, even if she’s probably straight? Not anyone in particular, I mean - just. If. Wouldn’t she freak out?
“Any other questions?”
“What if - what if you do want to, well, you know? How do you keep from wanting to?”
A ripple of giggling billowed across the room, a swirling mix of sympathetic amusement, intrigued embarrassment, and steel-tinged mockery. “Slut!” the girl next to Gwen snickered; Gwen tightened her fingers around her pencil.
“Well, uhm, that’s, er, an interesting question, and certainly there are ways to handle your desires without engaging in unsafe behavior, but, um…”
Gwen flipped open her notebook and began to doodle: swirls and arcs and curlicues in lines and clusters across the page. One of the patterns in the upper right-hand corner looked a bit like a woman with curly hair; she sketched out a clearer neck and started adding a face. This entire class just felt... useless, really. The teacher didn’t seem comfortable talking about anything at all. She’d blushed and stumbled all through the vague paragraph dedicated to homosexuality. Gwen added a half-open mouth to her roughly-sketched girl, frowning when it seemed just a little bit too large for the rest of her face.
The shrilling of the bell cut off Mrs. Kelly’s sputtering. Gwen snatched up her books and half-ran for the door - her next class was on the other side of the building - and crashed straight into Amelia.
“I’m sorry!” Gwen sputtered. “Sorry!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” the other girl laughed. Melodious, gentle, with a smile unfolding across her face and curling up around her eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Gwen managed to chuckle, feeling suddenly breathless and all too warm. “I’m fine. Thanks.”