We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
Here's the thing about Willow... When she gets nervous, she starts to ramble... Her cheeks flushed darker red when he opened the door and once he responded, her mouth opened and words began to fall out.
"Of course it's normal! Totally normal! I do it all the time... I mean, not ALL the time. A healthy amount." She laughed nervously because she sure hadn't meant to launch into her own personal gratification habits.
Oh he could see the nervousness in her rambling but it didn't stop his lips from curling into a bit of a grin at what exactly she was rambling. What guy wouldn't smirk at the thought of a womans own self love. Under all of his sweetness he was still a guy after all.
"Aye, it is. And I'll be the last to judge you on that. I hope the same goes for what you just saw. So we can forget all of that happened. So what was it you needed?" He hoped to move the conversation from the embarrassing so he could either return to what he had been doing or go take a cold shower to kill it off. "Not to be rude, but I figure there was a reason you threw open me door an' all."
"Huh?" Someone sure forgot the entire reason they had come to find him. "Oh! Dinner!" And as quick as a flash, she was running for the kitchen because burning everything AND walking in on him which just be too much for one day.
Unfortunately, Willow has terrible luck and the meal is essentially ruined by the time she makes it back. She hadn't been gone long, but it was apparently just long enough. She slid what once was dinner onto the counter with a dejected sigh.
Just a few minutes later he made his way down after he didn't hear her call him back. Despite his bodies hatred of him at the moment she was more important. As he made his way into the kitchen he was pulling one of the ugly button up shirts on over the under shirt.
Seeing what had become of dinner he gave her an awkward smile.
"Give me long enough to shower and I'll take you out to dinner."
Willow's imagination is pretty active so when you combine his talk of taking a shower with the scene so fresh in her mind from his room and...well it's fairly obvious what her rain of thought is by the way a blush creeps higher. She turns around quickly to hide any evidence of her thoughts and busies herself with cleaning out the ruined foo from the pan instead.
"No! No you don't have to do that. I just wanted to do something nice since you've been so crazy busy and stressed. And then I go interrupting your...you-time and screwing up dinner and..." She stops her ramble and sets the dishes in the sink before tuning around. "You should go back to sleep or...whatever else you want to do. And I'll be waaaaaay on the other end of the house. Scouts honor."
Doyle watched her a moment, a bit preplexed. Slow guy uptake was going on at the moment.
"Willow, I ain't that stressed. Busy yeah, but I generally like to keep busy. Don't worry so much darlin' I ain't gonna snap crackle and pop you know?" the last bit was posed as a question since he was worried. "I'm not goin' back to sleep or what not."
"Did I offend you?" His words came out as he leaned on the counter some watching her back. "Because if I did I'm sorry, a guys got needs an' I made a promise I can't exactly break." He suddenly felt the need to explain and thus make it all more embarrassing again.
"Offend..?" Genuine confusion took all the embarrassment out of her expression. This was becoming a miscommunication for the ages. "No, you didn't offend me. I just... feel bad. This is your place and I should be more respectful of your privacy." Someone took your snapping a little too close to heart. But despite feeling bad, she has to ask.
"Promise? What promise?" She wasn't really sure where that fit in to all of this. And if they were going to talk about it, she might as well understand what they're talking about, right?
"I was just a bit worried, I mean yeah it's embaressin' but you seem more upset." He spoke running a hand through his hair wishing he had some form of liquor left in the house at that moment, though then he laughed a bit. "Willow, this isn't just my house. It's yours too." he finally said it out loud. "You've been here almost two months, I figured it went without sayin' this is your house too. And I'm the idiot that forgot to lock the door. So don't worry about it okay?" He was less worried about his own embarrassment at the moment an dmore worried about her.
"When I lived with Delia in Dismas, there was no means o' doin' such things to releive stress not when she could walk down the stairs at any given point. Everything was open. So I would randomly pay visits to a little spot in Dismas, a brothel." YEP a whore house. "Delia found out that I took Wesley there for his birthday and well she read us both the riot act and made me promise her I'd not go back."
"Oh." The word was quiet and she looked down at her hands afterwards, leaning back against the sink while she faced him without making eye contact. "I guess I didn't..." She had sort of assumed that her status as roommate was perpetually temporary. He hadn't bought the house with her in mind, after all. They were little more than strangers then. It felt strange to think of it that way, all things considered.
The story about Cordelia created a chain reaction of expressions. First, her eyebrows raised as she realized what he was saying. Doyle and a brothel. Well, no topics were off limits at this point, one could safety assume. Next, her lips twitched into a smile as she tried to imagine him dragging Wesley to a place like that. She would have paid to see it, honestly. She wondered if he spent the whole time apologizing to the ladies and begging their pardon... But her smile fell when she realized exactly what that promise really meant. He'd made a promise to Cordelia- of course that was a promise he couldn't break.
"You could always try to... y'know... date?" Not that all dates led to sex or anything, but the way he made it sound, his options were his own hand or hookers.
"Well, I do." He spoke shaking his head some as leaned against the counter a bit more looking at her. "I figured if you wanted to leave you would have and as I happen to like you right where you are I consider this your home too. You breath life into the place that it's been lackin' for a long while." He explained
Oh if only she had seen it. It was a beautiful night, and it was when no one could lie either.
"Datin's not exactly somethin' I do anymore love. Not exactly a wide market o' women crazy to date a guy half hell creature you know." It sounded that way, because that's how he felt. that and picking up women from seedy bars.
"Hey..." She was pretty much done with talking about if she could claim the house as hers or not. This was way more important. "Do you really think that?" They joked a lot, but this seemed... different. She frowned and shook her head.
"A girl'd have to be crazy not to give you a chance." She folded her arms over her chest, daring him to argue with her about it. "I mean, I know I'd-" She stopped mid-thought, because once again, her mouth had gotten ahead of her brain and she hadn't meant to say that out loud. She quickly switched gears.
"So... about that dinner! What are you in the mood for?"
For a few minutes he almost thought about not answering, he just shrugged at first. "Spoutin' demon face isn't exactly a turn on to most women." was all he offered at first.
However he heard that and stepping around the counter a bit braver then he might normally be. "What was that? You cant just drop somethin' short like that, darlin'."
"Anythin' edible. I ain't picky. So, back to what you were sayin'."
"Nothing. What? No, I wasn't saying anything." She fussed with the dish more, scrubbing at a burnt spot with a bit more fervor than necessary. "Isn't there a new place that just opened? We should go check that out maybe. Support new business and all."
"Careful, you're gonna hurt your wrist like that." He spoke watching her from where he was near by, it was amusing, he was pretty sure where she was going with that but he figured best not to push. He offered her a smile.
"Take your time. No rush." She said while rinsing the dish. Look, if he wanted an excuse to take care of his business, now was the time. She was just going to go kick herself in the other room for babbling again.
What did she even mean? Where was that sentence going to go? She took a dishtowel and started to wipe down the countertops to try to sort out her head. Everything about this place had sort of turned her life upside down. But Doyle had always been there, so... it seemed pretty obvious what she had meant, right? But there were other things to consider. Girlfriend things on her end and unrequited love things on his and... She tossed the rag down and went to go flop on the couch until he was ready because thinking about it now was going to make her head hurt.
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bakerstreet2013-06-25 08:28 pm
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"Of course it's normal! Totally normal! I do it all the time... I mean, not ALL the time. A healthy amount." She laughed nervously because she sure hadn't meant to launch into her own personal gratification habits.
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"Aye, it is. And I'll be the last to judge you on that. I hope the same goes for what you just saw. So we can forget all of that happened. So what was it you needed?" He hoped to move the conversation from the embarrassing so he could either return to what he had been doing or go take a cold shower to kill it off. "Not to be rude, but I figure there was a reason you threw open me door an' all."
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Unfortunately, Willow has terrible luck and the meal is essentially ruined by the time she makes it back. She hadn't been gone long, but it was apparently just long enough. She slid what once was dinner onto the counter with a dejected sigh.
"So much for that..."
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Seeing what had become of dinner he gave her an awkward smile.
"Give me long enough to shower and I'll take you out to dinner."
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"No! No you don't have to do that. I just wanted to do something nice since you've been so crazy busy and stressed. And then I go interrupting your...you-time and screwing up dinner and..." She stops her ramble and sets the dishes in the sink before tuning around. "You should go back to sleep or...whatever else you want to do. And I'll be waaaaaay on the other end of the house. Scouts honor."
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"Willow, I ain't that stressed. Busy yeah, but I generally like to keep busy. Don't worry so much darlin' I ain't gonna snap crackle and pop you know?" the last bit was posed as a question since he was worried. "I'm not goin' back to sleep or what not."
"Did I offend you?" His words came out as he leaned on the counter some watching her back. "Because if I did I'm sorry, a guys got needs an' I made a promise I can't exactly break." He suddenly felt the need to explain and thus make it all more embarrassing again.
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"Promise? What promise?" She wasn't really sure where that fit in to all of this. And if they were going to talk about it, she might as well understand what they're talking about, right?
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"When I lived with Delia in Dismas, there was no means o' doin' such things to releive stress not when she could walk down the stairs at any given point. Everything was open. So I would randomly pay visits to a little spot in Dismas, a brothel." YEP a whore house. "Delia found out that I took Wesley there for his birthday and well she read us both the riot act and made me promise her I'd not go back."
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The story about Cordelia created a chain reaction of expressions. First, her eyebrows raised as she realized what he was saying. Doyle and a brothel. Well, no topics were off limits at this point, one could safety assume. Next, her lips twitched into a smile as she tried to imagine him dragging Wesley to a place like that. She would have paid to see it, honestly. She wondered if he spent the whole time apologizing to the ladies and begging their pardon... But her smile fell when she realized exactly what that promise really meant. He'd made a promise to Cordelia- of course that was a promise he couldn't break.
"You could always try to... y'know... date?" Not that all dates led to sex or anything, but the way he made it sound, his options were his own hand or hookers.
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Oh if only she had seen it. It was a beautiful night, and it was when no one could lie either.
"Datin's not exactly somethin' I do anymore love. Not exactly a wide market o' women crazy to date a guy half hell creature you know." It sounded that way, because that's how he felt. that and picking up women from seedy bars.
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"A girl'd have to be crazy not to give you a chance." She folded her arms over her chest, daring him to argue with her about it. "I mean, I know I'd-" She stopped mid-thought, because once again, her mouth had gotten ahead of her brain and she hadn't meant to say that out loud. She quickly switched gears.
"So... about that dinner! What are you in the mood for?"
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However he heard that and stepping around the counter a bit braver then he might normally be. "What was that? You cant just drop somethin' short like that, darlin'."
"Anythin' edible. I ain't picky. So, back to what you were sayin'."
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"Nothing. What? No, I wasn't saying anything." She fussed with the dish more, scrubbing at a burnt spot with a bit more fervor than necessary. "Isn't there a new place that just opened? We should go check that out maybe. Support new business and all."
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"Yeah, I'll go change and we can head out."
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What did she even mean? Where was that sentence going to go? She took a dishtowel and started to wipe down the countertops to try to sort out her head. Everything about this place had sort of turned her life upside down. But Doyle had always been there, so... it seemed pretty obvious what she had meant, right? But there were other things to consider. Girlfriend things on her end and unrequited love things on his and... She tossed the rag down and went to go flop on the couch until he was ready because thinking about it now was going to make her head hurt.