Shit, I got confused and thought you wanted the one where ALEX was a dude, so I wrote this instead. Too bad, you're stuck with it. Sorry.
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Afterwards, Alex wanted to go to sleep.
Which was difficult, as they were in the handicapped washroom of the United States Supreme Court. Also, Alex was reluctant to live up to the alarmingly true stereotype that men just want to roll over and sleep after they had sex.
So, feeling chivalrous, she pretended to listen to Lorelai talk as they drove back to the hotel. Alex found it to be an inordinately easy task, though it was hard to tell how much of it came from years of experience of tuning out anything Lorelai says, and how much came from being, well, a man. Having male anatomy, at least.
Anatomy and physiology can account for a lot.
Alex woke up that morning with the desire to watch toothless Canadians beat each other with wooden sticks, something she'd never even contemplated doing, let alone cheer her way through it.
Once they got back into their room, Lorelai peeled off what little clothing she had left and pounced onto bed. "You want to go for round two?" she asked slyly, and the look in her eye combined with her legs and breasts and lips pouty and red from being kissed only minutes ago was enough to make Alex burst out of her pants.
"Yeah, I'll say you're ready," Lorelai said, assessing Alex's erection (oh god, she will never live this down) as Alex clumsily tried to get her stupid, big, man fingers to work her belt buckle and zipper. Then finally, her stupid pants come off, and round two was every bit as glorious as round one.
And this time, Alex actually got to roll over and sleep.
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Date: 2009-05-31 04:58 pm (UTC)*************
Afterwards, Alex wanted to go to sleep.
Which was difficult, as they were in the handicapped washroom of the United States Supreme Court. Also, Alex was reluctant to live up to the alarmingly true stereotype that men just want to roll over and sleep after they had sex.
So, feeling chivalrous, she pretended to listen to Lorelai talk as they drove back to the hotel. Alex found it to be an inordinately easy task, though it was hard to tell how much of it came from years of experience of tuning out anything Lorelai says, and how much came from being, well, a man. Having male anatomy, at least.
Anatomy and physiology can account for a lot.
Alex woke up that morning with the desire to watch toothless Canadians beat each other with wooden sticks, something she'd never even contemplated doing, let alone cheer her way through it.
Once they got back into their room, Lorelai peeled off what little clothing she had left and pounced onto bed. "You want to go for round two?" she asked slyly, and the look in her eye combined with her legs and breasts and lips pouty and red from being kissed only minutes ago was enough to make Alex burst out of her pants.
"Yeah, I'll say you're ready," Lorelai said, assessing Alex's erection (oh god, she will never live this down) as Alex clumsily tried to get her stupid, big, man fingers to work her belt buckle and zipper. Then finally, her stupid pants come off, and round two was every bit as glorious as round one.
And this time, Alex actually got to roll over and sleep.