The Professor's Entrapment

"What should we do now?" Jemma asks.

Warren laughs. "Go enjoy peace; this is the calm before the storm."

"Come on, baby, let's go hibernate," I suggest and hand in hand we walk back to our room. Closing the door behind us, Jemma wanders across the room. "What do you want to do, baby? We could watch more of that show you picked? We can take a nap, and talk? Whatever you want."

"I want to have sex," Jemma says, her face expressionless.

"What?" I splutter.

"I want to have sex."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion and I sown onto the bed. "Hold on, Angel. You want to have sex?"

"Yes."

"Where's this coming from?" I ask.