Prompt- You'll know at the end. Just know that Justin gives Alex the talk… which leads to more.

This was not fair. Not, not, not, not fair. Totally not, not, not, not fair. And you can add as many nots as you want and it will still be totally, completely, fully unfair. It was not fair for his parents to make him give Alex 'the talk'. It was their responsibility! They were the ones who were supposed to do it! And that too, long back. Not when she was 16! She already knew everything. Heck, she probably knew more than him! Scratch that- she DEFINITELY knew more than him! She was the one who bought the blindfolds and handcuffs. (Not that he can tell that to his parents.)

But nope! They just shove it in his face, using the 'perfect son' thing to emotionally blackmail him. (And you always wondered how Alex was Alex, huh?) And why? Because he had used magic unsupervised to fix another one of Alex's mess and that was apparently the biggest unthinkable crime! Great!

So here he was, locking the lair door, sitting on the bench, fidgeting, while Alex sat on the table in front of him in her hot little cheerleader outfit, making him fidget even more.

"Mom and dad wanted me to give you 'the talk'." He blurted out in one breath, face red.

"Ew, that's so weird." She scrunched up her nose in disgust, wondering if her family was actually dysfunctional. "And awkward! Can't we just get out of here and tell them that we had the talk?"

As much as he was tempted, they couldn't. "No. I promised mom and dad… besides, you really need the talk. I'm afraid you'll get yourself into trouble otherwise…"

She crossed her arms in front of her indignantly. "Oh please! I'll still get into trouble! As if you can change my mind."

He shrugged. "I try." And not just in the platonic ways, for that matter. He'd crossed all lines.

She shrugged too. "Then go ahead dork, get this over with. I don't have all day! I need to trick Max into doing my homework."

He gasped. "Max does your homework?"

She shrugged. "Sometimes…Those are the times when I get a D."

"And what about when you get an F?" he asked, curious.

She held her hands up in the air. "Okay! Let's not start talking about how I do my homework while watching the wizard cycling race and get back to our topic. Please!"

"Okay!" he snapped, and then cleared his throat uncomfortably, bracing himself to speak. She smiled. Watching Justin suffer was her favorite pastime. "It's like… ummm… this is a very… unique characteristic of the living species… and it is really important too. It helps us to continue our race, save our species, often helping in genetic recombination-crossing over, in case you ever opened your biology book- leading to evolution, speciation, mutation-"

"-Okay, you can make even sex sound boring. I get it." She rolled her eyes, cutting him off.

He glared at her, blushing once again. "It's all scientific Alex."

She scoffed again. "And collecting action figures is an art."

"It is! You need to collect the perfect action figures, measure their heights and write down their details, arrange them according to super powers and-"

"-Are we done, cause I need to go right now?" she interrupted again, trying to get up.

"Not yet!" he panicked, placing his hands on her bare thighs, forcing her down. A soft sexy moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, and he looked up at her in alarm.

She shrugged, non-committal. "You know it's a sensitive zone. Can't help it."

"Exactly what I'm talking about." Justin said. "You need to be more careful, Alex. You might be sending a guy the wrong signal."

"And just what signal did I send?"

"That you want him to take you then and there."

"And what is he going to do about it?"

"He is going to… wait, you mean, what am I... oh… I…. ALEX! Stop messing with me!"

She laughed, enjoying the terrified look on his face. She placed her legs on his lap, and her hands on his shoulders, looking him straight in the eye. "Carry on with your… scientific lesson, dear brother."

He gulped, not liking the sudden change in her tone- something that happened whenever she got a devious idea that usually ended in him screaming and her laughing, and sometimes in her screaming (his name) and him panting. "So.. You need to-"

"Wait." She interrupted. "Are you going to teach sex like that? No illustrations? That's the word for those drawings and stuff, right?"

He gave her a confused look. Did someone with experience need illustrations? "Huh?"

She grinned deviously. "How about some porn?"

"I don't have any. And even if I do- which I don't- I'm not going to let you watch it. And you don't need any demonstration for this."

She glared at him. "You used dice, cards and coins to teach me probability! Probability, Justin! Math! And you're just gonna teach this like this? It's so boring. Ugh!"

He sighed, shaking his head, knowing he was going to regret it. Reaching over the desk, he grabbed his pencil box, and took out a pencil and a sharpener. "Suppose this is a guy's tool." He said, holding up the pencil, "and this is the woman." He held up the sharpener. Then he put the pencil inside the sharpener, casually. "This is how it's supposed to fit."

"Geez, thanks for telling me Justin. I never would have guessed." She retorted.

"And this is how I want it." He said, pulling the pencil out and shredding it to pieces.

"2.02. Justin breaks pencil." She mimicked.

"I don't want any guy in you Alex." he said sternly. "No other guy."

She stared at her nails lazily, deciding to be playful. "Let's see… ummm…. How about….. No."

"Alex…" he warned.

"How about this- what if I get guys on me?" she chuckled. "I never really understood the difference between on and in anyways."

"Oh, on means when something's on the surface, and in is when it's within some container. But don't confuse it with within, which means-"

"-When I said I didn't understand, what I meant was I didn't care to understand." She cut him off impatiently. "Now, if you are done, can I ask you some questions?"

He raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Questions?"

"Yeah, you know, about the lesson."

"Uh- okay?" he said, unsure, knowing it was a bad idea- a really, really, really bad idea.

"Do you have any fetishes, Justin?" she asked softly.

He stuttered. "W-what?"

She glared at him. "I-said-did-you-have-any-fetishes-Justin?" she yelled, putting emphasis on each word.

"Gosh, you don't need to yell!" he snapped, slapping her thigh, which made her moan- again.

"You're really ticklish there, aren't you?" he asked in amusement.

"As if you don't know that." She mumbled under her breath.

"I like cheerleader outfits." he blurted out suddenly.

Her eyes snapped on him again. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah…"

"What else?" she pushed.

"Umm… doll dress." He paused to think, "Little hot minis…"

She laughed.

He frowned. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." She tried to stop her laughter, eventually bursting into laughter again. "Okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you." She panted, trying to catch her breath. "I just finally understood why you're on me so much."

He looked down at the ground in embarrassment. "Do you have any fetish, Alex?" he asked almost inaudibly. Because this is exactly how the talk is supposed to go. This is exactly what you're supposed to say. This is exactly what you should ask your sister (girlfriend).

She licked her lips sensually. "Yeah…"

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "I've always wanted to fuck in my dollhouse…" and then her eyes lit up and landed on him.

His eyes went wide. "Please don't tell me you're thinking what I think you're thinking."

"What do you think I'm thinking, my secret lover?"

He opened his mouth immediately to protest, but she held up a hand and stopped him. "Oh, Justin, please! You and I both know we want each other! Do you really want me to use a bunch of words and get you into this? Just give in… Please?"

To be continued…

(A/N: reviews are love. Hope you liked this chapter even though it wasn't remotely kinky.)