Immaculate

Dodgeball

Ok, so this one is mahoosively long, but I really didn't know where to split it, so I haven't bothered. I just hope it's not too long winded. Also I just wanted to say that it's a very slow burn because I'm incapable of writing Sang going from complete innocent to jumping into bed with Mr B when she's hardly said five sentences to him.

Sang's POV

The Male Reproductive System and Physiology.

The title was enough to have me blushing. I was staring down at a line drawing of the internal and external organs of a man. I wasn't finding it so easy today, even though Dr Green was as professional as he was yesterday.

On one level I am just as fascinated as I had been yesterday; I'm amazed at the complexity of the human body and I enjoy learning new things anyway. But on a whole other level it's making me very uncomfortable; there is something below the surface that I'm a bit unsure about. Awareness, I think; I'm aware that this is how they look. How they all look. Ok, so they aren't drawn in pencil and I'm pretty sure the colour could be off too, considering how dark Silas and North are, but it's got me thinking about them in a way that makes me want to stop this lesson and move quickly onto something else.

I felt Dr Green poke me in the arm with the end of his pen.

"Are you even listening, Pookie?" he tutted at me.

"Yes!" I was, I am, but that's not to say I'm not struggling with it.

He lifted an eyebrow at me and I looked back down at my book hurriedly and he continued talking my focus on every word he said now.

Dr Green was describing the state of the penis as being flaccid. Another horrid word. I rolled it around in my mouth without actually making a noise and consigned it to my "try hard not to use" list of words.

"Why the face, Miss Sorenson?" Mr Blackbourne asked.

"I just don't like how it feels in my mouth," I murmured.

Dr Green made a choking noise. I looked at him quickly, his eyes were wide as he stared at me and I was sure I saw a glint of horror in them.

"Please tell me you don't mean what I think you mean," he begged and I stared at him in confusion, what on earth was he on about?

"Would you explain what you meant by what you just said, Miss Sorenson?" Mr Blackbourne inquired and his voice was completely blank of emotions. I looked at him, but he gave nothing away about his thoughts. I wondered what I had done to upset Dr Green this time.

"The word, flaccid; I don't like how it feels in my mouth," I said and could see a hint of confusion in his eyes so I expanded on my words. "Some words roll off your tongue, they feel nice to say, like formidable, conscious, truly. Others grate and stick; like flaccid, it sounds and feels horrible to say. I don't like some words; yesterday it was Pubic Mons, it just sounds and feels wrong."

He blinked once and looked over at Dr Green before looking back at me.

"Interesting," he said. "I have never considered words having a "feel" before. But I see what you mean about their sounds."

I wondered for a minute if he was making fun of me, but he genuinely seemed to mean what he said.

Dr Green cleared his throat and I looked back at him. He gave me a wide smile and I was pleased to see the horror had left his eyes.

"You are going to be the death of me," he chuckled. I frowned, having absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant when there was a sharp knock at the door and before I could even think, the manuals were suddenly covered with lessons on reading music and violin instruction manuals that had been piled on the desk. I gaped slightly and then pulled myself together as the door opened and Mr Hendricks stepped in.