Room 504, Laaaaaate Wednesday Night

[wesleynotponcy]

Wesley couldn't quite clamp down on the small pained noises that rose instinctively in his throat as he made his way agonizingly slowly up the last set of stairs to the fifth floor. It just figured, didn't it, that his room would be on the top floor when he was in this condition. Well. At least it wasn't too far from the stairwell to his room.

He limped the few steps to his door and unlocked it. He knew that he would have to do inventory of the injuries later, but right now he was focused rather single-mindedly on making sure Katniss had enough food and then collapsing in bed. He rather hoped he'd find her sleeping -- he didn't much fancy the idea of her seeing him like this. It would just be another piece of evidence that he wasn't equipped to take care of someone.

[[For the mockingjay. Up early for probable eventual SP.]]

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"There really ought to be a class," Wesley mused.

Yes. Because he would've loved Dean's class so much. If "loved" meant "squirmed and blushed for the duration of the semester."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"...really?" she wondered. "I can't imagine sitting through a class like that. Do you think there are that many people who need help?"

Yes. Because they were in high school.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Well, his mun could think of at least three. All of whom were her own characters.

"Well, there are an awful lot of students who come from places where this sort of thing likely isn't discussed," he pointed out. "It might be, er, beneficial to have some sort of class on it."

Or it might be traumatizing.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"People have been figuring out sex on their own since the beginning of time, though," Katniss pointed out, frowning (even as she blushed because SHE SAID THE WORD. OH GOD.) "I mean, we were...doing all right, just now, and I've never had any formal training."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley blushed right back, and the blush only intensified when he started to speak. "Well, ah. I mean to say, er. As I understand it, there are, er, precautionary measures that are taken here to... prevent, er. Undesirable consequences. And they might not necessarily be common in all, er, dimensions."

SO, SO EMBARRASSED.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"Like babies?" she asked, because they didn't have any sort of thing like that in District Twelve. Population control? Where? "Because I'd rather not have any children right now, Wesley."

She was still embarrassed, but his embarrassment was far more amusing to her than she'd admit.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Right! Yes. Exactly." It probably wasn't possible to blush any harder than he was right now without turning into some sort of root vegetable. "I -- I'd rather prefer not to either. Which is the, er, objective of the... contraceptives."

Words! Scary words!

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"Contraceptives," Katniss repeated, far louder than he had. Embarrassing him took her mind off her own discomfort, so she would just keep doing that. Plus it was hilarious. "I'll see if I can find someone to tell me about them, then," she decided. "And you can research."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"That, er. Sounds... amenable," Wesley decided after a brief pause for blushing. "Right, then."

Now he was wondering if this even remotely resembled the way other couples talked about this sort of thing. BUT NO, KARLA, HE DIDN'T WANT TO FIND OUT.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"We can go back to kissing now that I'm not in fear of my ladylike virtue being compromised," Katniss offered, grinning at him. "If you'd like."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"It's nearly morning," he pointed out, smiling. "But if you insist..."

Wasn't like he'd pass that up.