Penetrating Conversation

"I thought I told you to hold still?"

"I can’t help it; it hurts."

"Well it wouldn’t hurt if you quit wiggling, now would it?"

"Oh, and your motor mouth isn’t?"

"Mot-ow!" Mirth's indignant retort was cut off by an oath of discomfort. "Damn it, you said you’d be gentle."

"I’m being as gentle as I can, Mir. Now, do you want me to put this in you or not?"

"Not if you’re going gloat about it."

"I’m not gloating; I’m concentrating. I don’t want to slip and poke you somewhere I shouldn’t."

"See that you don’t."

"Anyway, I can’t see how this could possibly be hurting this much for you. It’s not like it’s your first time."

"Well I guess I’d just forgotten how much it stings going in. My first time it was over with so fast, y’know? In, out, and over with."

"I barely felt a thing though."

"Look, I don’t want to hear another complaint out of you. You came to me with that pout and puppy dog eyes routine." He launched into a nasal falsetto "‘But you don’t understand! I *could* fly it solo, but it's just more fun with two people. Besides, my hand will cramp up if I have to keep it down there and in that position for so long."

"I do *not* sound like that!"

"I wouldn’t be making snide comments, if I were you. It’s not every god who gets to straddle the thighs of the goddess Mirth."

"Not according the rumors I’ve heard."

"Excuse me?!" She went to sit up, only to cringe in pain and sink back down onto the mattress again. "Oh, shouldn't a done that."

"Can’t you go any faster? It’s getting to the point where it’s no longer worth the effort."

"Calm down Little Miss Whiny Pants, I know how this works. Complain and complain about the pain, but the minute this bad boy slides in you’ll be panting and trembling and thanking me up one end and down the other."

"Yup. I should know, I have years of experience with this sort of thing."

"Not from the rumors *I’ve* heard," she shot back.

"Oh, now that was uncalled for. I-"

Mirth bit her lip and gave a sudden, final hiss of pain.

Strife looked down quizzically. "Oh see, that was the problem: you were all tensed up. Once you relaxed, it went right in. Bet you feel better now."

The goddess let her head flop back on a bed cushion. "Uh-huh," she sighed dreamily.

He leaned down and licked a bead of sweat off her forehead. "You’re welcome."

"That was fun," she said brightly, as he eased off her hips and pulled her into a sit. "And if you so much as think about an ‘I told you so’..." she warned, seeing the other god start to open his mouth.

"Ooh I love it! It’s so cute!" she gushed, toying with the tiny hoop threaded through the flesh above her navel. "Thank you."

Strife merely shook his head, putting the metal piercing quill back into its box. "Just promise me one thing."