you’re about to have sex with your fave for the first time and you’re thrilled; it wasn’t exactly planned, but dinner went well, and you’re back at his place (trying not to rip each other’s clothes off the second you step through the doorway.)
before you meet him in his bedroom, you go to the restroom, and are horrified to discover that your body clearly hates you because you just started your cycle. it’s obviously not how you envisioned your first time together, and you’re worried that you’re going to have to call off tonight’s activities.
it’s embarrassing—walking into the bedroom and not quite meeting his eye when you explain to him that it’s your time of the month. but what’s perhaps even more embarrassing is the way that he cocks his eyebrow and tilts his head in confusion.
“that’s not a problem for me,” he says. “is it for you?”
you quickly shake your head. “oh—um, i just don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
he takes a step closer to you. “is anything off-limits?”
you let out an exasperated chuckle. “what do you mean?”
“is it okay if i still go down on you?”
you can’t help the way that your eyes widen and your knees shake. “you want to go down on me even though i’m bleeding?”
he closes the gap between you, hands coming to rest heavily on your hips. “why do you sound so surprised? i want to enjoy all of you. a little blood won’t hurt me.”
