It’s all fairly matter-of-fact until Geno gets him a t-shirt to sleep in, and Sid has the simultaneous realizations that 1) he needs to get undressed here in the presence of Geno, and 2) Geno will be getting undressed here in the presence of him. Should he turn around? Is it creepy to look? They’d be having sex if they weren’t so damn tired, so maybe not? Then, so unhesitatingly that they might have done this a thousand times, Geno strips off her sweater, tosses it on an armchair, and reaches behind herself to unhook her bra. Sid’s mouth goes dry. He manages to croak out, “Can I please do that?”
WIP Wednesday is a thing, right?
Yes, I’m back on my genderswap bullshit. And it’s hockey. AND it’s an unauthorized sequel to another author’s fic. #OnlyTheFlyingSpaghettiMonsterCanJudgeMe