Sexual Therapy
By: RosexKnight
Anon Prompted (From a list of "We're bad at Dating" themed prompts): Your appointment with a sexual therapist was right after mine and we got talking in the waiting room. No smut in the fic yet, but rated M for obvious reasons.
Going to sexual therapy was not something Gold was proud of. Although his therapist assured him it had nothing to do with his age, he just liked to assume that much more than whatever he's been told about some sort of psychological thing that caused his body to refuse to act as if it should.
It'll respond when you don't have trepidations. It'll respond when you meet the right woman. Have you ever thought that maybe women were simply not what you're into anymore? Yes he certainly liked the age excuse better.
He was back in the waiting room, setting up his next appointment and was about to leave when a woman entered, coming to stand beside him for the receptionist to check her in. Belle French, as her name seemed to be, didn't look the slightest bit embarrassed to be there at all, and even looked at him with a polite smile before she went to sit down to wait for her name to be called, pulling a copy of Watership Down from her bag.
"Appropriate subject matter." she said simply when she caught his glance. "I uh…thought it might be a bit funny to read it here while I waited."
"Appropriate indeed." Gold managed, trying his best to have his voice stay in the steady landlord tone. "Though a bit of a stretch. I don't think this place specializes in teaching you how to find a new home and fend off wild weasels and dogs."
"No I suppose not." Belle said with a giggle. God what was a young girl like her doing here anyway? How did her beauty not have her a line of willing suitors out the door. Was that the problem? Did she have too much sex? Was that even possible? "Are you alright?"
Her words cut through hi haze and he blinked, realizing he'd been staring. "Yes I'm fine. Sorry I…"
Belle giggled and Gold felt like he needed to flee. "Orgasms." She said simply, and both of them blushed. Her voice grew lower even though they were alone. "I uh…have trouble having them."
Part of him wanted to offer his assistance. Play that off as a joke. Anything to be able to move and leave again. But all he could say was "Ah. Yes that…would be a problem."
She nodded. "And…?"
"The usual with older men." He managed, but saw her eyebrow quirk and her eyes flick down. He was about to question her when the nurse was calling her name and she was standing.
"Well. Good luck Mr…?"
"Gold. Rafe Gold. I own the pawn shop across the library."
Oh he sounded like a stupid eager teenager.
"Right. Well. Good luck, Mr. Gold. I'll see you around."
As she disappeared behind the door he was still very confused as to the look he'd received from her until his body finally let him move. He shifted, and found he'd gone half-hard in his pants. Just by talking to her about a book about bunnies. And now she probably thought he was just some perverted old man.
He left immediately, going to his shop to tinker and clean and get his mind off it.
At least he knew he was still attracted to women.