Room 317 [evening]

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke's education on Tatooine had missed a few key points, and Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru hadn't exactly been keen on filling in the details. ("Luke Skywalker, that's how you catch diseases. Stay out of the cantinas.")

But if he and Jo were going to keep moving forward (and he really, really, really hoped so. Dying a virgin would be sad.), he'd need to learn about this sort of thing.

And asking his father was just...a whole conversation he didn't want to have.

So he made a call to someone who was hopefully used to dealing with clueless boys from Tatooine, then stuck Artoo in the closet (no need for him to tape this, thanks) and paced by the door.

[OOC: For Inara, please.]

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[ambassadorinara.livejournal.com]

She laughed. "I'm assuming your partner enjoyed what you did?"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"Yep," Luke said, grinning. "Gavin's figured that one out, right?"

[ambassadorinara.livejournal.com]

"That's none of your business," she told him, though her grin was probably not quite so secretive. "Your fingers and hands can also go wherever you put your mouth, as long as she agrees."

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"Oooh," said the very suave Luke.

[ambassadorinara.livejournal.com]

Inara was extremely impressed by the ultra-suave Skywalker. No, really. "You do know the whole point of the exercise, right? I mean, why you're making love to someone?"