Duncan Boyard (choosewisely) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-02-21 21:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | adora, duncan |
Tuesday | April 8th 2008
Who: Duncan & Adora
When: Evening
Where: Duncan's apt
What: Adora's being a male-rooster tease.
Duncan felt like a sixteen year old. Considering he was actually 377, that was some feat. They had already watched two atrocious horror films, and were just about a quarter of an hour into their third when Adora's fingers began stroking Duncan's thigh. He had been in this situation before. Granted, never with a succubus who looked at him as a #3 without the cheese, but still, same situation. As her fingernails rasped against the inside of his leg he began going through possible outcomes. It was something Duncan did, when in any nerve wracking situations. His brain calculated available maneuvers, possible outcomes, and consequences.
He could ask Adora if she really wanted to do this. Ideally, this seemed like a good idea. An unsuspecting man with a sweet temperament and less experience would do so, not knowing that Adora could easily respond with:
a) Why? Do YOU not want to? I'm not attractive anymore, I knew it!
b) Yes.. well, I thought I did, but now that you ask should I not? Am I wrong for wanting to? NOW I DON'T WANT TO.
c) Yes, I do ---
-- and then, at perhaps the worst possible time ever, decide no, in fact, she did not really want to do this.
As Duncan grew hard in his jeans, he realized C was probably an outcome available whether he said anything or not.