fandomhigh | Sex Thru The Ages, 9/08

The day after a holiday and one can only hope that people aren't hungover from celebrating. Well, if they were American. And from a time period that Labor Day is celebrated.

Look, it was an excuse for a day off for a lot of people. That's good enough for a party most of the time.

"Good morning class, today we'll be looking into another era in the history of sex. This time it will be ancient Egypt. Which, trust me, will hold your attention if you find prostitution and ritual virginity losing ceremonies to be just slightly interesting."

"Although," Algren noted, casting a sidelong look at Kirk, "prostitution seems a strong word. Considering the day and age, with medicine the way it was and the average life expectancy so much lower than it is now, the ancient Egyptians had sound reason for what they did."

Riiiight. Thank you for that bit of losing the interest of teenagers there.

"A more... enlightened view of sex then?" Jim suggested. "Where women who exchanged sex for monetary gain or religious purposes advertised their 'wares' as it were by wearing essentially fishnet dresses or tattooing their thighs and going nude."

Algren was a killjoy. He was not sorry for it in the least.

"The goal was to not only conceive a child, but to survive childbirth and bear healthy offspring," he noted, dryly. "If they managed to survive childbirth, then they would come to be seen as a desirable prospect as a future wife. They held elaborate ceremonies, festivals, if you will, which existed for the sole purpose of culminating in a mass..."

... He balked. Look, he was Victorian. There were some words that existed in his vocabulary well enough that were never going to leave his mouth.

"Orgy," Jim said for him, putting extra emphasis on it just to piss the man off.

"... Thank you, Jim." Algren did not look terribly thankful.

Jim gave him a pleasant smile. "No problem. If a woman survived childbirth, you had the opportunity to pick your husband. Polygamy was technically legal, but not engaged in for the most part mostly do to the inability to support so many wives and children."

"While we don't know the exact specifics of the customs involved in the 'act of' during such... events, we do know several key points about the ancient Egyptians." Algren straightened out his jacket. It was not an uncomfortable twitch, shut up. "We know that, for starters, they had absolutely no problems with nudity, in the day, and their paintings were abundant in sexual innuendo. They wrote graphic love poetry, and their sexual practices followed the lead of the Egyptian goddess, Hathor." Why yes, that absolutely was a handout or two, for the curious. "Their society was, in fact, highly centered around fertility."

"So, today we'll be having you try your hand at Egyptian poetry," Jim said, relaxing as he leaned against the teacher's desk. "Yes, love poetry. And we do encourage you to be as graphic as need be ~~keeping in mind this is an open comm~~."

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Oooh, a challenge. Those were always fun even if his smile went a little wobbly at her return of some equally dirty images. Hadn't expected that even if he should have.

< And what happens when you lose? >, he asked, taking a minute to adjust to conversation like that. And yes, that wording was deliberate. He had an ego.

< When you lose, you owe me a night at the bar, > Emma replied cheerfully. < I think that sounds fair, don't you? >

Alex laughed and shook his head, amused at her confidence that he'd be the one losing here. Not gonna happen!

< It does and I'll take the same thing when you lose, > he replied confidently. < I've been doing this dirty thought thing a lot longer than you. >

Or so he thought.

< You may have been 'doing it', darling, but I've got access to the Greatest Moments clips of everyone in this school right now, including the teachers. If it's anatomically possible, I'm willing to bet I can find it in first person perspective for you. >

Use her power for Great Evil? Oh hell yes.

Alex kept the grin on his face even if he knew he was at a disadvantage there. Why couldn't he have talents like that? He'd just been blessed with good looks.

< While that might be true, it'll take a little more than some standard dirty stuff to get me to blush, > he said, shrugging. < I've done a lot of things in my short time alive. Built up a resistance to blushing. So, bring it on. >

Oddly enough, Alex probably wouldn't even mind losing. He was going to get dirty thoughts and a night out at the bar wouldn't be so bad.

Emma was the very image of studious innocence, clearly paying attention to the teachers as she diligently took notes on her handout.

She just happened to be giving Alex the "Best Of" highlights from when they'd wandered off together from the newbie picnic, from her perspective, at the same time. Multitasking was awesome.

Oh, Alex recognized these images. Of course, they were from a little bit of a different perspective which meant he got a little caught up in them and lost his focus on the teachers.

No blushing, though. Smile? Oh yes. Those were enjoyable images. And while Alex didn't have the luxury of hearing everyone's thoughts, he did have a pretty creative imagination so, after he got done enjoying those images, he sent a nice flurry of images back wherein there was definitely dirty going on against some nondescript wall and let it unfold to show her that things had gotten so heated and intense that only the bare essentials of clothing had come on. That's what happened when you really wanted someone.

There was the equivalent of a telepathic giggle on Emma's end, but no blushing yet, and she quickly adjusted it and sent it back. Same idea, but now Alex would have a fairly good idea of what she looked like in her old school uniform. And on the teachers' desk.

She was so going to the Special Hell for this, but at least Alex was going with her.

Oooooh. Alex, thankfully, didn't make that sound out loud. He kept it mental and made it a little louder because that was damn nice. He was perfectly happy to go to the Special Hell for this. Perfectly happy. And he wasn't blushing. Not yet.

He really didn't have the equivalent of a school uniform but he figured Emma might appreciate something a little more distinguished. So, he volleyed back with a few images of himself in a nice suit, expensive looking, while she remained on the teacher's desk, completely sans clothing. The only part of the ensemble that was missing was his tie and that's because it was sliding around her wrists.

Good thing it was soft, right?

Guh.

Luckily, Emma didn't say that aloud or mentally, although it did take a moment for her to compose herself. And almost-blushing didn't count as actually blushing, so she was good for another round. ~~Not Dirty~~

< You wish, Karev, > she shot back, amusement coloring her tone. < I don't do menswear. >

Which is why she was picturing it back on him, only as a blindfold, while she straddled his lap. There, much better.

It was good enough to have Alex closing his eyes and totally tuning out the class because holy god. He managed not to blush but there were other issues that were going to become problems soon enough.

He took a deep breath.

And while she might not do menswear, Alex wondered how she felt about dirty stuff in public. So, once he'd gotten himself under control, he sent a nice set of images of himself using his hand on her...

...in the middle of a very busy street with people coming and going, not knowing anything was going on. Of course, that just meant she had to be quiet while he was using his hands and whispering dirty words in her ear.

...That would be Emma, losing fantastically as she turned bright red and suddenly found her handouts absolutely fascinating. < I'm going to get you for that, > she muttered rebelliously. < You're a horrible person, you know that? >

All Alex could do was grin triumphantly and lean back in his chair like he'd just won a damn race which, in a way, he had.

< Now, now, Emma, don't be a sore loser, > Alex said, tone cheerful. < I won fair and square. Apparently, you need a little lesson with public places. You're just as horrible as me, too. >

< I'm a lady, not a hooker. I don't need any lessons about public places; I already know how to behave, > she replied crankily. < Unlike some people. >

Emma didn't like losing.

< Temper, temper, > he said, shaking his head. < You think I'm that bad a person? I used all options available to me. Don't get pissy that I beat you. Fair and square. >

< I think you're just as bad as you want to be, Emma answered wryly. < Not a smidge more or less. >

< And that's what makes me so good, > he decided with another smug grin. < You can envy me, I don't mind. >

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