Beach: Felicity and Van
Felicity would be lying if she didn't have a mild curiosity in sex, but much like she had with Galad, she kept it safely at a distance. Pride, stubbornness, frigidity, performance anxiety, or whatever you want to call it, she refrained. She leaned forward, folding her arms over the top of her knees, allowing her shoulders to take more of the sun. "That person is rather romantic. Though I guess that's what they want from it. Not just sex but for it to mean more. Set the baseline for whatever follows."
She never thought about her first time being all that romantic. She knew it would be with Galad though because . . . well, best not to dwell too much on the whys it was him and not someone else. "It's punishment," Felicity said, "he made a proper fool of himself trying to ride the Roc, and now he has to suffer" Felicity traced shapes with a manicured nail into her arm.
"Besides, it's not like we've done anything," she said with a shrug, "And if you want to have sex, there are plenty of people at the school who will happily sate your curiosity. Galad being one of them. There's Dana, the nymph. Galad speaks highly of her and all one needs to do is ask."