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[OTA] Amazing Organ

Jackson was, as often at this hour (unless he had plans with Corbie), at the bar, and well on his way to completely sozzled. He would have sworn up and down that he could still walk in a straight line, if asked, but the truth was that that line would have to be a little squiggly in places. But his Virginia drawl was more pronounced than usual, and he was at that energetic, talking-too-much stage where everybody nearby might be treated as a friend, no matter what his relation to them were, if they even had one.

"We don't talk about it often enough," he told the next such person his eyes landed on, without so much as a hello, "but the clitoris is, by far, the best organ in the entire human body. 'd ya know it's the only organ, the only one, that serves no purpose but pleasure? That's just..." His hands moved in the air as he looked for the right word, narrowly avoiding splashing bourbon with the one still holding a glass. "That's amazin'. Twice as many nerve endings as in a penis, too. Just picture that amount of pleasure. Men got played."

Perfectly respectable conversation to have with anyone, after ingesting as much bourbon as he had. Perfectly. Respectable.

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"Credo in unum Deum, motherfucker," Sunny said easily.

Why Die Hard? Why not Die Hard.

Not that she entirely disagreed with the sentiment given she hadn't been to church regularly since leaving her parents' house, but all the same.

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Jackson frowned a little, even as his lips twitched. "Wait, you're Catholic?" He wasn't sure why he found that funny, but he did.

"Raised," she allowed, shoulders lifting in an uncertain shrug. Much as Sunny was not attached to the faith of her upbringing, the idea of being laughed at by this man was not a tolerable one. "And I've got a rosary in my room. I'm Igbo, most of us are Catholic."

"Well, hey, nobody's perfect," Jackson stated, more to move on from the topic than any other reason. The original topic of conversation was vastly more interesting, after all. "What do you call it then? Besides clitoris."

Flatly refusing to be flustered by the question, Sunny shrugged to hide an impulse to squirm. "Clit, I guess, if I've got reason to be informal about it."

"Not even a little bit of creativity?" Jackson prodded, looking a little woeful at the idea.

That was less embarrassing to explain. "I find little attractive about coming up with silly names for parts of my body."

"That's the problem right there," Jackson stated, and took another sip from his drink. "People think they're silly. They're celebratory! All right, not the bald man in the boat, that one's plain funny. But why are there so many words for cock, and so few for clit? It's a damn shame."

Sunny knew she really should walk away now, but like hell she was letting him just have this. "They're silly, I'm not celebrating, and probably sexism, the same thing that's telling you that you get to override an actual woman with a clitoris about what to call it."

"I ain't overridin' you, darlin'," Jackson protested immediately. "You call it whatever you like. I'm only advocatin' for more exposure. And more names for it."

Sunny's face immediately darkened. "I am no darling of yours. Don't call me that."

Jackson winced, and raised his hands apologetically. "Sorry, sorry. Sunny."

Even with the apology, the coming tongue-lashing was plain on Sunny's face--

Until somehow, whether because she had reason to be downstairs instead of the library or because she'd heard Jackson was rambling about genitalia and that was bound to rub somebody the wrong way, Corbie flitted up, gave Jackson a peck on the cheek in passing, and went on her way as though nothing about that was unusual.

Certainly it wasn't so much for Sunny, she'd seen her colleague of sorts defuse tensions seemingly out of nowhere before, but, "Goddammit."

In any case, Sunny felt her anger draining. She drank her water. "I'd say I understand now why she likes you so much, except... no, I still don't get it."

Jackson tried, and failed, to catch a hold of Corbie as she breezed past, but there was a small, stupid smile on his face as he watched her go, before Sunny's next words redirected his attention on her. "You and me both, Sunny," he told her cheerily, turning to gesture for another drink. "You and me both."

It was a window to escape with dignity, and she could have taken it. Instead Sunny asked, "Dare I ask what sparked this ode to genitalia in the first place?"

Sunny didn't like Jackson. He was terrible. But she couldn't deny that he was fascinatingly terrible.

Jackson bit back the 'darling' that naturally wanted to tumble out of his mouth, and went straight on, "I hope I'll never need a reason to celebrate the marvel of the clitoris."

Sunny counted off on her fingers as she made points. "In a completely non-sexual setting where minors can pass through at any minute and at someone who is not and is not remotely considering having sex with you?"

Jackson looked honestly surprised at her... but then again, Catholic, right. He settled down, took a drink, and told her, "There ain't nothing wrong with talkin' about anatomy - or sex. Kids could use learnin' about the clitoris. Way too many adults don't know the first thing 'bout it."

"That may be the one thing you've said I entirely agree with," Sunny had to allow, "though I still defy you to tell me one public space that's not a brothel where that wouldn't get you at least a weird look."

"Confused, anyway," Jackson agreed, and then shrugged. "Shouldn't we do better here?"

Sunny waggled a hand in a gesture that was somewhere between 'maybe,' 'whatever,' and an uncertainty that wanted to say, 'I really want to ask if we can agree that the eight-year-old is absolutely too young to hear about sex from a strange man, but I'm afraid of your answer.' "Well, y'know, I still can't turn off the part of my brain that's telling me I needed to run from this discussion ten minutes ago, but somewhere between boredom and horrified fascination I've accepted this as something that's happening."

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Jackson shrugged, unbothered by what might have offended somebody else. "Didn't force you to stick around for it," he confirmed. And that was another darling he'd just bitten back, absolutely. Or to actually engage, for that matter, because she'd been a willing participant.

"You didn't," Sunny agreed. "I did. Doesn't change the fact that that's not what I thought I'd be doing."

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"I don't think any of this was what any of us had planned," Jackson pointed out, bemused.

Sunny blinked, a little surprised by that turn. "What, being here or impromptu sex ed?"

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