"That was some speech you gave earlier," later that night, after a particularly intense tumble under the sheets with Xilia, the two of us were laying in bed, me on my back staring at my phone, and Xilia with her legs in the air, a lame attempt at executing the old wives tale of keeping semen inside of you.
"Say that again after you've heard it 25 times in a row, and you do know that doesn't actually work right; if your eggs weren't fertilized after 6 hours of intercourse, holding it in your body like that will make no difference." Glancing over at the nude figure beside me, I couldn't help but smirk as she pouted and dropped down onto the bed beside me, lying on her back.
