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The Science of Sexuality, Monday
"Welcome back to class, everyone."
You didn't really need to be a genius to know that was coming from John. "We thought we'd start these lessons off in chronological order. Last week, we started out with a bit of sexual preferences, now we're moving on to communication. Which is crucial, even-- no, especially with intercourse, much like the rest of the romantic arena. You have to be able to talk freely about what you want, or even if you want it, and how."
Meanwhile Sherlock remained sitting behind the desk, typing away on his phone. This whole communication thing was really more John's area of expertise.
"A skill most people lack judging by the divorce rates," he added dryly. "Any relationship, sexual or otherwise has rules that allow it to work. For example, I am no longer allowed to perform experiments in the bath because someone was squeamish."
"I'm not squeamish," John said, rolling his eyes. He refused to look back at Sherlock. "I just don't think the tub is the right venue to use for toxicological studies of body parts."
No, seriously, Sherlock. Seriously.
"Well, where else was I supposed to put it?" Sherlock asked, still not looking up from his mobile. "The sink was being used."
"Not in the bath!"
Cough.
After that little detour. "Sorry about that," John segued. "Anyway, communication. Make sure that you and your partner are at an even keel no matter what kind of relationship you pursue. If you don't want to engage in intercourse in the forseeable future, let them know as openly as you can. If your partner won't communicate with you, it might be a good moment to reconsider."
... Shut up.
They had a perfectly healthy, codependent relationship! Really!
"Break off into pairs and come up with whatever rules for a relationship your hormone addled brains can manage." Sherlock was such a kind, caring teacher.
"Just based on your personal wants and needs," John added, hastily. "No need to reveal anything intimate you don't want to reveal, or simulate a relationship."
You didn't really need to be a genius to know that was coming from John. "We thought we'd start these lessons off in chronological order. Last week, we started out with a bit of sexual preferences, now we're moving on to communication. Which is crucial, even-- no, especially with intercourse, much like the rest of the romantic arena. You have to be able to talk freely about what you want, or even if you want it, and how."
Meanwhile Sherlock remained sitting behind the desk, typing away on his phone. This whole communication thing was really more John's area of expertise.
"A skill most people lack judging by the divorce rates," he added dryly. "Any relationship, sexual or otherwise has rules that allow it to work. For example, I am no longer allowed to perform experiments in the bath because someone was squeamish."
"I'm not squeamish," John said, rolling his eyes. He refused to look back at Sherlock. "I just don't think the tub is the right venue to use for toxicological studies of body parts."
No, seriously, Sherlock. Seriously.
"Well, where else was I supposed to put it?" Sherlock asked, still not looking up from his mobile. "The sink was being used."
"Not in the bath!"
Cough.
After that little detour. "Sorry about that," John segued. "Anyway, communication. Make sure that you and your partner are at an even keel no matter what kind of relationship you pursue. If you don't want to engage in intercourse in the forseeable future, let them know as openly as you can. If your partner won't communicate with you, it might be a good moment to reconsider."
... Shut up.
They had a perfectly healthy, codependent relationship! Really!
"Break off into pairs and come up with whatever rules for a relationship your hormone addled brains can manage." Sherlock was such a kind, caring teacher.
"Just based on your personal wants and needs," John added, hastily. "No need to reveal anything intimate you don't want to reveal, or simulate a relationship."

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He grinned and spun a pencil around in between his fingers while half listening to the lecture and half watching the two blokes trying not to argue.
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Still, trying not to giggle aside, Ariel bit her lip, trying to pay close attention. If communication and being vocal about what you wanted was the key to success, then perhaps she could use that for her date on Friday, and she'd hate to mess that up. The key, though, she guessed, was to figure out exactly what she wanted, too, and hope the other person felt the same...
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Gods help you, Cally. Oh, right, you don't believe in them. Yer on yer own, kid.There was something oddly familiar about the boy across the aisle from Cally, beyond the obvious fact that he'd been in class last week as well; she just couldn't put her finger on it.Oh well; it would undoubtedly come to her. In the meanwhile, talking to him couldn't hurt. "Would you like to work on the exercise together?"
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"I think we could do this," she said, turning toward Ariel. Her old animosity had faded with time, though she still suspected Ariel had a very different approach to the whole thing than Quinn did. "Do you think they want rules for being with us, or rules for anybody?"
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Warren was wearing a smile that really only bordered on goofy while he looked around for a partner for this exercise. The only thing he could think of right now was the pants rule that he and Karla had put into place, and that had been broken gloriously.
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"This assignment's inside out," she said, giving Warren a smile as she pulled her chair next to his. "I'm trying to convince someone that there aren't some mystical set of rules he doesn't know, in dating. Good thing he's not in this class."
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He was also, possibly, fuming. But only a little.
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