Dude Three, Dick Sounds, Make-up Sex

Dear Sillies,
   I hope your new year's been off to a great start. If not, there's plenty of time for things to turn around. And they will. Just keep taking good care of you.

   Things are fine here, and we're about to take you back to my romantic (?) story, written several months after-the-fact.
   To re-cap, Dude Three and I hit a snag through written messages. Here we are, in an attempt to talk things through:
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   Nervously, Three sat next to me on my sofa. "Look," he fingered my shirt buttons, "I'm the first person to admit when I did something wrong at work."
   "That's differ--"
   "It's differ--"
   We finished the word simultaneously: "-ent."
   "You're nervous," I grinned and put my hand on his thigh.
   "No, I'm just saying that, okay, I went back and read our messages. I sounded like a dick."
   Wow. A man who admits to his dick sounds. I like - no, I love - that. It's like a seventh inning grand slam to clench the world championship title (in baseball, I think). He deserved big rewards.
   "Thank you for saying that. I've already told you, I'm not going to fight with you. I just don't want to be told what we're going to do, without giv--"
   Dude Three interrupted again, "Then why didn't you--"
   I extended my arm to cover his mouth, giggling. "Your statement left no room for discussion. So I said 'k,' honey." I freed him to talk.
   He chuckled. "All I wanted to ask is 'Why didn't you ask me why I said no hiking?"
   "Because babe, 'why' is a judgemental question. As a counselor, I was trained to not use that word." 

   Alas, Dude Three began to listen attentively. I got more personal regarding my anxiety in intimate relationships, my abandonment issues and past traumas. He claimed to understand. 
   Eventually, we found ourselves in a seductive position.
   I suggested that make-up sex was in order. Dude Three wouldn't argue with me...not yet anyway.

   It was the best (and only) make-up sex I've ever had. That's because it wasn't really a fight. After a fight, the guy better stay a few time zones away from me, if he values his life. Unless he's ready to say things like "I'm sorry for sounding like a dick," that is.
   Yes, this is yet another "to be continued" post, but I'd love your input on make-up sex. Does it work for you (alone or with a partner - no judgements here)?