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Eve, it's Anya.

I just wanted to let you know that my plan didn't quite go as I wanted it to, but it lead to the same place, so I suppose it worked out in the end.

Yasssssss

Details!

If you're comfortable. If not I'm just going to do a happy dance for you.

No, I'm not uncomfortable at all. I'd really like to talk to someone about it.

Are you busy? It might be easier to talk in person.

Not busy at all, come on by!

I'll be right there.

[ Have a knock on the door, Eve! ]

Anya!

[Eve threw open her door and spread her arms out wide, either in an offer of a hug or celebration, either one was fine with her. She was happy for her friend and couldn't wait to hear how it had gone. Eve really, really wanted it to have gone well for her friend.]

Come on in, I poured us some wine because this is totally the sort of thing to discuss over wine.

Hi, Eve.

[ Anya stepped in and accepted a hug; she really did like Eve, and thought that if she could have had a sister, she'd want a sister like her. And while her not-quite-planned evening had gone well, she was still a little emotionally rocky, and the comfort was nice. ]

That will be nice, thank you.

[Eve was a very tactile person and hugging someone had always had the effect of making her feel welcomed and grounded. With Anya it was no different.

Pulling away she handed Anya one of the glasses before she sat down cross legged on her bed.]

Sooooooooooo... how’s things?

[ Anya sat down on the edge of the bed, holding the glass she'd been given in both hands, fidgeting nervously with the stem. ]

I. Well. Like I said, it didn't quite go as planned.

I got careless on my way home from work, and I tripped into a clutch of the red flowers.

Those things are sneaky and like to move around.

[She wasn't surprised though, stuff like that happened. It's why she always advised new people to have a plan in mind for when it happened.]

So you were really feeling aroused after that?

Well, not immediately, I--I wasn't even sure what had happened at first. I couldn't see well. But by the time I got back to the castle, I could, ah, tell.

[ She blushed and shifted on the bed so that she could press her back to one of the bedposts and tuck her legs up to her chest. ]

I was afraid I might do something I would regret, so I asked Gleb if he would help me.

Oh good for you! I'm glad you contacted someone you know. That wasn't a stranger.

[Eve tried not to bounce with excitement but it sounded like Anya might have actually have had a decent first time.]

[ Anya laughed softly at Eve's enthusiasm, finally helping herself to a sip of the wine Eve had poured for her. ]

It's funny, we...we don't know each other well, but. We come from the same place, the same time. We speak the same language. It's...there's a certain kind of comfort in that, you know?

[ Maybe not, maybe it was silly, but it was how Anya felt. And she felt connected to Gleb in some way she couldn't describe. Something about him tugged at her, and it was both compelling, and terrifying. ]

He was so careful. I felt...safe.

[ She paused, then wrinkled her nose a little and ducked her head with a soft giggle. ]

I might have been a little insatiable, but he kept up.

I get it. Sometimes you just have a connection with someone and it- it works.

[She couldn’t help but think about Danny and how much she missed him. But this wasn’t about that.]

Yes! Go you! Get it, Anya!

[Eve laughed and trust her arms up in victory.]

What did you like best?

Oh. I don't know.

[ Her face turned an even deeper shade of pink as she huffed a soft, sheepish laugh. ]

I...liked being kissed. I liked the way he kissed me. And all the places he kissed me.

Oooh, kisses are good. When someone starts at your lips and works their way down your body... so nice. Plus it’s socially acceptable to do in more places than some other things.

[She was glad Anya had such a good time.]

Did you get a little bossy with him?

Oh, goodness, no. I--couldn't think straight enough to even think about it.

[ She laughed again, fidgeting at the memory. ]

Besides, he--he might not like it, me telling him what to do. I don't know.

Ooh, that sounds like a very good memory then. And if he doesn't like it then he doesn't like it and you try something else. That's one of the fun things about sex, there's lots of different ways to do it.

[Eve wanted to ask her something but wasn't sure how to work it into the conversation so decided to just go for it.]

Were you able to orgasm? A lot of women don't their first time.

[ Strangely, even though Anya had spent an entire night having a lot of sex with Gleb, she couldn't say for sure what he liked. Tea? Order? She didn't even know what it was about her that he liked. Did he have a soft spot for street sweepers? Petite women? Blondes? Frightened girls he wanted to protect? It was all a mystery.

She could just ask, but honestly, who did that? ]

Oh. Um. Y-yes. I did.

...A few times, actually.

That's awesome! And pretty impressive. I would totally high five him for that but that would probably be awkward for him.

[Still, he deserved extra points for making her friend's first time so good.]

Oh, please don't.

[ Anya ducked her head and hid her face behind her hand for a moment. ]

I don't even know what he--what he's thinking. It all happened so fast.

I won't, I won't! I promise!

[She also made a personal promise to do her best not to sleep with the guy either. That was just polite.]

He's probably thinking it was amazing and he'd like to do it again.

I don't think I was amazing.

But...maybe he would? Like to do it again. I don't know. It seemed...he seemed like he...liked it.

Well, did he finish? And guys generally are easier to please.

[Eve realized how that may have come off and corrected herself.]

Not to say you were probably bad, it just takes them less to get off usually.

[ Anya is now roughly the same shade as the wine that they're drinking. ]

Y-yes. At least, I'm--fairly sure he did? I would have known if he didn't, right? It isn't--I mean. It's an o-obvious thing.

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