"You're not...the first, per se..." She hesitated. How could she explain this delicately? HER university actually had had a fair amount of roiling wanton lust. But she'd taken it slow, and gone through the proper courting. Or at least, perhaps, an abridged version of it. She'd shared her heart with someone, and he'd left her when she'd needed him the most. She wasn't sure she could do it again any time soon.

This felt different. She definitely LIKED Gordon, and he certainly was attractive. All lean muscles and scars from some kind of horrible battle she didn't know the whole story behind yet. But she didn't feel like she was making herself as vulnerable this time. Maybe it was just because they were in a plastic tube with half a dozen instruments recording their every move, but this felt less like a consumation of lovers and more like two friends having fun (if you had a weird idea of 'fun'). She traced a weirdly circular scar on his shoulder with a non-metallic finger. "Don't worry about me. I know all about how the various bits are supposed to fit together."

She gave him what she hoped was a seductive smile. "Even some ways they AREN'T supposed to fit together that are still great fun."