A/N: I know it's been really slow in the updates lately, on any of my fics, but real life has been hectic and it's been nice, frankly, taking a break for a little bit from the insane schedule I've had for so long. I have a few requests on tumblr (anotheropti) that will end up fitting in here nicely, though :)

This was requested anonymously as "Sonia goes to April about emotional sex topics she doesn't want to talk to her mom about."

First it was a text. April loved the days when Leslie and Ben visited because it meant that the triplets would take over babysitting. At least one night out to the movies - after promising Leslie they'd meet them at the restaurant and ditching to go make out in the back row of whatever silly slasher flick with too many shower scenes was out that month - and it was this awesome resort night every time. Sometimes it ended at a motel room, getting hurried, anxious calls from Leslie. Once it was having to hurry back to the kids because one of the twins was coughing and, simultaneously, April and Andy's well-bred parental nerves kicked into high gear.

So, really, April wasn't surprised by the text from Sonia. She was a little confused why it was three hours early, and why she was driving over to talk.

What the hell could be so important to interrupt April's very important nap?

"Hi," Sonia greeted her at the door, opening it herself with a spare key April had given her years ago, with her usual quickness. "Hi. Can I come in? Yeah, I'm coming in."

April stepped aside, not saying a word. Sonia moved over to the living room and flopped down on the couch, sighing all the way. Deflated, she looked up at April with a thoughtful bite at the inside of her cheek.

Cautiously, April sat next to her on the couch and looked over.

"So, um, you wanna talk about why you're breaking into my house?" April asked with a smirk.

Sonia was always her favorite - not that she'd ever tell Leslie that - and maybe that's because she looked up to her, in a way. It was some weird completing the circle thing, April guessed, because it made all sorts of, and at the same time absolutely no sense that Leslie's daughter looked up to her aunt.

"Is Uncle Andy here?"

"Sleeping," April answered. "Like me. Before you broke into my house."

"I know-"

"You're lucky I don't have traps at my door," April explained further, grinning. "Like a giant spike that would fling out when you opened the door."

"Maybe you should stop giving your keys out to intruders," Sonia countered.

"Touché."

"Can I talk to you? About something?" Sonia shook her head. "It's stupid, but not. It's important. Vitally important. Mission critical, in fact."

"Okay, weirdo," April said. "What's up?"

Sonia gave her a brief smile. "Thanks. Okay, so. You and Uncle Andy have kids right?"

"Wow, I didn't know how I was gonna to tell you-"

"So that means you have sex?" Sonia asked.

April stopped mid-sentence and titled her head in confusion, scrunching up her nose all the while. Eventually she answered, with a chuckle, "Yeah. Uncle Andy and I do– have sex." Shaking her head again, April tried to get the idea of the sixteen year old baby in front of her having sex out of her head. Not that April lost her virginity only a bit later than that or anything. "Wait, why are you asking me this stuff?"

"So, there's someone in Pawnee-"

"Oh boy."

"What?"

"I told you not to get with anyone in Pawnee!" April said like she was explaining to Andy how to use the printer. "It's weird. People there suck."

"You're from Pawnee."

"My point stands," April said and they share a smile. "Why didn't you just talk to your mom about this stuff?" She finished with a grimace, the idea of Leslie having sex, and with Ben no less, bringing out a kind of weird ew, that's my mom feeling in her stomach.

"I'm fine getting lectures on feminism and binders about almost anything else," Sonia spoke almost in exasperation on that last topic, "but, seriously, you're my cool aunt."

"That is true," April agreed. "So…?"

"So, um, what's it like?"

April sat, unsure how to answer that, for a solid minute before shaking her head again. "Seriously? You have the internet, you've probably read-"

"No, not like that," Sonia clarified.

"Oh."

"Yeah, um. Like, how does it feel? Like, when you do it? No, that's not right. When you do it, do you feel something? Ugh, no that's dumb-"

"Calm down, dude," April laughed and pushed her shoulder playfully. "Okay, so you wanna know if it feels like something? For me? Yeah, it's totally a new… thing. Like a whole new connection or something gross like that."

"Yeah?"

"I don't think everyone gets that, though," April shrugged. "I dunno, I'm not a sex-doctor."

"You did dress as a-"

"That was Andy's idea, and I still think it was stupid," April answered but she felt a floaty happiness in her chest at the memory of the night afterward. "Whatever. It's something like that. You just sorta… figure out the time and everything naturally, y'know?"

"Have you ever met my mom and dad? There's no 'just wing it,' in our family," Sonia nearly pleaded with her saying that. "C'mon, seriously-"

"Look, if it's the right person and you want to, it'll happen," April said, dropping any pretense of a joke. She sighed and looked down, then back to Sonia. "It'll happen, trust me. Don't think about what-if's or anything like that. Don't let some dumb voice in your head get ahead of you, okay? You're awesome and anybody would be lucky to be with you, and they're probably super cool."

Sonia gave her a shy smile and then cocked her head. "Wait, I never said I was nervous about it."

"Oh, yeah," April said slowly, trying to figure out how to backpedal away from this one. "Well, I was just being sure."

Sonia gave her a sideways look.

"What?"

"You just… do it?" Sonia asked, changing the topic.

"I mean, make sure you wanna do it, obviously. Be careful, too," April pointed at her and then dropped her hand, remembering her mother doing the exact same thing to her years ago. "Just, be safe and if it matters to you make sure they're worth it."

"And if it doesn't matter to me if they're my first?"

"Man, I dunno," April shrugged. "It'll be okay, y'know? It's not scary or anything. You shouldn't be scared if you like this person."

"I do!"

"Yeah, so it'll be fun," April reassured her, still doing her damnedest to fight back the faintest connection between Sonia and sex. "It feels like… connecting with that person, if you really like them. You just wanna be closer and closer to them, and it's awesome and new but, trust me, it's so worth it."

Sonia met her eyes, and smiled back at April. They held that for a second before Sonia cleared her throat.

"So, does it, um…. feel good?"

"Okay, conversation over," April smacked the cushions of the couch and stood up, sighing. "You can go ask the internet that, because I don't want to throw up today. For once."

"Gross."

"I know, right?" April asked, smiling. "Now, um, I really wanna take a nap. So, you could go back to whichever summer home you and your parents have fifty of-"

"It's a hotel-"

"Whatever. I need to sleep," April started pushing her out of the house, anxious to get away from the conversation at hand. "Go text your boyfriend or whatever and tell them they're getting laid. Be smooth."

"Smooth," Sonia repeated, and took a deep breath. Letting it all out in one gush, she turned to give April another look. "Got it. Smooth. Nailed it. I am totally smooth. I can be so smooth that-"

April interrupted by shutting the door between them and locking it, hoping that the key in the teenager's pocket would go unremembered. Thankfully, April did get her nap. Worse, she got texts from Sonia later that night confirming just how smooth she could be.

Sometimes she wished that this whole adulthood thing would just leave her alone.