"What? No!" Ami turned to the other woman in confusion. Either George was extremely repressed or they shared a completely definition of slut. One night of good, enjoyable sex and letting oneself enjoy it did not a slut make. An enviable woman, but a slut no. Ami told George -- and the woman's reaction confirmed that she thought she was George as much as Ami did -- as much.
Of course, something else niggled her mind about George and relationships, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it, so she gave up. "You proudly had sex with a really fit bloke that you'd known for a few weeks, there's nothing wrong with that."
It wasn't as though George had shagged a man she technically only knew for a few hours. (Even if he is in my head and I did write that he's my fiance,) Ami's eyes instinctively roamed toward Scott as she carefully shielded her thought from him. Her entire body blushed and she squirmed, simultaneously chagrined, embarrassed and ... turned on by the memory.
Jerking her attention away from Scott, Ami vigorously stirred the soup. "No, nothing I wrote ever implied that I, or anyone else, thought that you were a slut. Really."
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Date: 2007-03-20 04:03 am (UTC)Of course, something else niggled her mind about George and relationships, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it, so she gave up. "You proudly had sex with a really fit bloke that you'd known for a few weeks, there's nothing wrong with that."
It wasn't as though George had shagged a man she technically only knew for a few hours. (Even if he is in my head and I did write that he's my fiance,) Ami's eyes instinctively roamed toward Scott as she carefully shielded her thought from him. Her entire body blushed and she squirmed, simultaneously chagrined, embarrassed and ... turned on by the memory.
Jerking her attention away from Scott, Ami vigorously stirred the soup. "No, nothing I wrote ever implied that I, or anyone else, thought that you were a slut. Really."