Frozen Who: Asuka (antabaka) and Cloud (chocobo_head) What: Read to find out >/ Where: There hoooouse. When: UH, LMAO, LIKE A COUPLE DAYS AGO. After their dinner party with... Shouta? Is that who they were supposed to meet? IDK. Rating: CAF FOR CUTE AS FUCK :(
Asuka had been quiet since the moment she had received the pamphlet from that Haruka woman pertaining to sex. She had been confused by it, at first, yet still very embarrassed as she showed it to Cloud – it was all very, very unpleasant. It hadn’t settled well with her and she’d felt something funny in the pit of her stomach as she had gotten ready for dinner. She’d almost burnt the pie, even! It was dreadful how much it was weighing on her mind! They had gone to dinner, she’d felt even more awkward, and when everything finally clicked and she was aware of just what sex was, she practically scrambled from the table, apologizing profusely as she made her way out the door and outside to get some fresh air. She couldn’t sit there and eat with those sorts of thoughts on her mind! It was just plain rude. She had had to get away and decided to wait patiently for her husband out near the car.
When they’d gotten home, she still hadn’t spoken, cleaning up the dishes she’d made from cooking and placing things into the fridge, before promptly getting ready for bed. It was still a little early, but she just couldn’t be up any longer. As she let her hair down from it’s typical up-do, the long, straight locks falling around her shoulders, she couldn’t help but think. She’d played with a few strands as she did so, her mind wandering back to those pictures, to those people so close and intimate, and she’d felt her cheeks burn with a blush so fierce she was sure that it was making her have a fever. She closed her eyes, shaking her head, and continued to brush her teeth as she tried to force the images out of her mind.
Sex was just… very wrong.
Wasn’t it?
She was having difficulty deciding. It had sounded so natural, so… so good, but she was unable to admit that aloud. It was left in her subconscious, brewing, waiting to come to the surface, and when it actually managed to, she would push it back down, wishing it to go away. It was making her skin feel hot and her stomach ache again and she did not like these feelings at all. Dreadfully unpleasant! It just wasn’t like her!
Finally coming back into the bedroom, she straightened her nightgown a little, giving a light sniff to fight back any thoughts once more as she crawled into her bed, the covers getting pulled up to her chin before she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling quietly in thought. Was Cloud still thinking about it? Was he as confused about what to think of it as she was? Had he even understood it? She had had no idea why it had clicked for her and she had started to wish very desperately that it hadn’t.
“Cloud?” She finally managed to mutter, her voice almost echoing in the silence of the room. “Do… Do people… Do people really do that?” Her voice was quiet, filled with embarrassment, but she needed to know. And surely her husband of all people would be able to provide her with an answer. That’s what they were there for, weren’t they? To provide?