Studying isn't that hard [Syd]

[Sydney Emerson]

Sydney couldn't help but notice the way his complexion had turned red yet again. She didn't really understand why, but she could feel the sudden rise of nerves that accompanied it. "Well, it's just that in stories, sexual acts always seem to be tied to the concept of romance or love. It always seems to be presented as a necessary component..." Her voice trailed off. "I don't anything about either really." Another pause. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Of course, she could feel his anxiety which was a strong indicator.

Her response when he asked if she'd show him if he agreed, her response was automatic. She hit him. Well, more like swatted his shoulder. "Even I know that's not something you're supposed to ask," she said dryly. And yet he kept staring. "Well, stop it!" she said, turning her body away from him slightly, feeling uncomfortable as she realized just what he had been focusing on.

She huffed as he pointed out the irony to her. "Yeah, I know," she grumbled. "That doesn't mean I don't feel anything though," she pointed out petulantly. Still, he leaned in closer and managed to even sort of slip in a compliment - his double negative meant that she was in fact swell after all. "It's not that funny though..."

He grinned at her and she could feel the pride he felt at her mention of the kiss. The way he leaned in just then... it reminded her of the library and for a moment she thought he might kiss her again. She also noted the way her pulse quickened for a moment and the slight sinking feeling when he pulled away. Had she wanted him to? How odd.

Sydney shook her head. "No. You're like... a pinball. Your emotions bounce from one emotion to the next and sometimes you'll go through three different ones in the time it takes to blink. And they're always so strong too. Like you go between extremes," she explained. "For me... I don't know. It's more subtle usually. Unless I get angry. I do have a bit of a temper it seems. Otherwise..." She gave a small shrug. "It's all confusing enough with a clear mind, I don't know how you do it." There was a note of awe in her voice, like she was impressed as well as curious.

[Rodrigo Santos]

Stories? He stared at her for a moment. "What kinda books have you been reading?" He asked, thinking maybe she'd been reading some books that weren't exactly allowed in the library. Still, it was pretty amusing to think of Syd reading erotica or something equally racy. Amusing and... kind of cool. And was it getting hot in here or was it just him? Her question brought him out of his thoughts. "No!" He responded quickly, his voice raising a tad too high. He coughed into his fist, his face still feeling warm, and then glared at her, hating her for putting him on the spot. "No. Ya couldn't make me uncomfortable even if you tried." Oh, he was uncomfortable alright. Well, maybe that wasn't the word. Something about her made him nervous.

He winced when she hit him, though he immediately started laughing in amusement while rubbing the spot in his shoulder she'd swatted. "Ow.. There's the spunk." He said with an amused smile, still feeling slightly awkward at the subject of breasts. Wait.. breasts. He looked down again, until she hurried him to stop. "Hey, it's yer own fault." He said with a frown, still rubbing his shoulder, "You're the one talking 'bout them! What's a guy supposed to do? NOT look?" Well, yes. That was exactly what he was supposed to do- er, not do. Yet Rod still saw her as some sort of temptress. She SO had to be doing it on purpose, right? There was no way she was this innocent.

Ah so she felt... stuff? "What do you feel?" He asked with an amused smirk, leaning over the bench casually, "Like with the kiss." He licked his lips again, "Whatcha feel then?"

She explained how he felt and he lost the grin. A pinball? And she was asking questions he didn't know the answer to. "I dunno." He said with a shrug, still leaning over her curiously. Her feelings were subtle. What the hell did that even mean? "Either ya feel something or you don't, right?" He said with a bit of annoyance. They weren't getting any homework done and they weren't making out either. What a waste. Still... it was sort of fun to talk to her. He couldn't remember being this open with anyone before. "Like, I just sorta react. That's how everyone is." Then he added, as an afterthought. "Maybe yer weird."

[Sydney Emerson]

Sydney gave him a look of exasperation. "I read more than just textbooks, you know." She did love to learn, but that didn't mean she didn't read anything more. "I read lots of fiction too." Of course, she viewed fiction as educational as well. After all, it gave her insight into the human mind. Why people did as they did and how social interactions worked. In a book, when someone does something that was considered rude or awkward, well, the prose shows that. In life it was far more complicated, but it gave her a compass to operate by at least. Even if perhaps she often got it wrong.

As he insisted that she couldn't make him uncomfortable, she couldn't help but feel all the nerves that came with it. She watched him for a moment. "You do realize I can feel your anxiety right now..." she pointed out. After all, he knew what her power was. Surely he had realize that means she knew he was lying.

When he commented about her spunk though, complaining about the pain all the while laughing... she couldn't help but feel a little glimmer of pride. That she had done well. It was small, but it was something. "You are the one who brought it up in the first place!" she protested as he tried to blame her. "Now apologize. It's only fair," she demanded, though a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She was cross with him and yet... not nearly as angry as she likely should have been. "And yes, you are supposed to not look!" she added for good measure, giving him a small, almost playful one might say, nudge.

Yet as he began questioning her about what she had felt when they kissed, well, she began to blush as badly as him. "Um, well..." she began, feeling her own nerves for once. It felt like she was walking into a trap of some sort if she answered. And yet... well, he had offered to help her. Perhaps she should trust him. "I don't really know what to call it," she admitted. "It was something different... new." She gave a small shrug. "It was pleasant though, more so than I thought it would be." After all, she had never understood how people could enjoy pressing their lips together before. It seemed no more enjoyable than a handshake should be. Yet today she had learned there was a very crucial difference.

She listened as he failed to explain, though in the process gave her an answer. It was intuitive. Which is probably why it was different for her. She operated on logic. She could make predictions based on information available to her, but that was nowhere near the same as intuition. It still required a logical basis. Intuition was just making leaps based on an instinct. Still, she flushed slightly as he pointed out that she was probably just weird. "I react to things too..." she protested softly, though her words died on her lips. She reacted with facts and logic. Not emotion. The word might be the same but the realities were extremely different. Finally she just sighed. "Well, it's not like I've never heard it before." Weird. Broken. Defective. The words came to her mind. Maybe she wasn't normal, but that had never bothered her before. Why let it get to her now?

"I am how I am," she said finally, steel in her voice. She wasn't going to feel badly about being different, no matter how many people thought otherwise.

[Rodrigo Santos]

Fiction. "Oh, right. So what's in this fiction, eh?" He asked with a wicked grin, "Some lonely ice princess in an ice castle, waiting for the handsome rogue to bang her?" And she so was the princess, wasn't she? Well, you didn't need to be a genius to see why he'd named her that.

When she pointed out his nervousness his blush intensified. "Yer feeling wrong!" He spat back, frowning at her. It was so unfair! So he couldn't get nervous around her at all? How could he even be around her without feeling... whatever the hell he felt and have her not notice. At least she seemed so confused about feelings that she probably would never know why he felt like this. And why was something he didn't know. Maybe he was a tad attracted to her, she was after all a pretty cute girl, and needed to sort of... get her out of his system?

She asked him to apologise and he snorted in response. Unlikely. "I ain't hearing your apology for hitting me." He said tauntingly with a smirk of his own. She pushed him and he grinned widely, enjoying this interaction. She was touching him a lot! That meant she liked him too, right?

Rod listened intently when she talked of their kiss, his eyes darkening at the memory and he was pretty sure he was staring at her again. Not at her chest this time though, but her face. She looked really pretty, like a real princess. Pleasant she'd said. He still grinned at her. "Plenty things are pleasant." He said in a low voice, still staring, "I could show ya." He knew he was all talk, but he could just wing it and make her feel good too. How hard could it be? He'd been with girls before. No one as pretty as her but she'd said she had never been kissed before him. He could still have game with her.

It seemed he'd pushed her buttons too much because now she was all cold again. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, not really understand what he'd said wrong. She was how she was. "That you are, princesa." He said with a smirk and leaned closer, placing an arm around her shoulders. "And I ain't complaining." He wanted to kiss her again, but he couldn't just... give in, could he? He leaned in and smirked at her, fully wanting her to feel something.

"Ya know..." He whispered as he leaned to her, "We still haven't done my homework."

[Sydney Emerson]

"I don't think I've read that story before," she answered, entirely serious. "Is it any good?" Of course she completely missed the implication of his words. Which was rather astounding given he had even just called her an ice princess perhaps five minutes beforehand. She just thought he was trying to fluster her by being crude.

Of course his blush and his temper created a contradiction that had her head spinning. "Okay, sorry," she said reflexively. "You're probably right. I'm not always good about recognizing emotions," she admitted. She knew it was right in this case, but she did often confuse things. "Besides, just because I feel the emotions, doesn't mean I understand them," she added in some likely misguided attempt to reassure him and assuage her anger.

She just rolled her eyes as he teased back about her needing to apologize to him. "Well you deserved it!" she insisted, laughing all the same.

He got her talking about the kiss and it took her a moment to notice the way he changed as she did. Something about his eyes was different, there was an intensity there that hadn't been before. It was enough to make her feel like she couldn't quite breathe. When he talked his voice was lower, more... something. She didn't know how to describe it. It was making her face turn red quickly enough though. "I... um..." She swallowed hard. "What kind of things?" Was she really asking this?

She hadn't expected him to agree with her. After all, he was the one who had pointed out that she was weird. Her surprise only grew when he added that he didn't mind how she was. More than anything though, she noticed how close he was... just like before. Without thinking, she leaned a little closer too. "You're not?" she asked softly. He seemed annoyed or angry with her at least half the time, and yet... she was definitely feeling something right now. Some sort of warmth almost. The question was which of them was really feeling it? That was one answer she didn't have.

"I suppose we haven't..." she answered hesitantly. "Should we? Or..." her voice trailed off as her eyes met his, unsure what else there was to say. One thing was for sure - she wasn't thinking about homework.

[Rodrigo Santos]

Wait, was she puling his leg? Rod's eyes narrowed in confusion. Was she for real? "Ye sure you're smart?" He asked, not truly intending to be rude but actually curious. How could someone so savvy and read could still be so innocent and stupid? But then he smirked, sensing an opportunity. "Oh yeah. Pretty good book. Main princess's super annoying, but the romance parts are racy." He wondered if she would get he was making fun of her.

She agreed she could be wrong about his feelings and he grumbled in response, now feeling guilty for having making her feel bad about it. She didn't understand emotions. Weird... well, "I don't always know the whys either." He admitted, though it was mostly to make her feel better, "Ya know, it just comes. I-people don't really know." He didn't know that but if it made her smile again, then he didn't care if he was lying.

And then she laughed. He felt his chest tug at the sound and his eyes widened in amusement. She could laugh! It was a nice surprise. But the sound had left his chest hurting. Still, he wanted to hear it again. "Ye deserved it too!" He answered back, smiling widely as she laughed, "What with cha being such a tease."

She asked about what things could be pleasant and he grinned like a wolf staring at its prey. "Well..." He said, slowly placing a hand on her knee. Was he smooth or what? "I know ye'd never kissed a guy before today, so I'm guessing you've never made out with anyone either." He licked his lips, moving closer to her in the bench, "I could teach ya all sorts o' things." He smirked, "If ya ask nicely."

He smiled when she leaned too and he licked his lips again, shaking his head negative as answer to her question. How was she so pretty and yet still look so young? It was odd, wasn't it? Should he be feeling guilty for hitting on her when it was obvious how inexperienced she was? Well, he didn't. Okay, maybe a little. But the benefits of ignoring his conscience were just so appealing he didn't want to think about it.

Or? His smirk grew wider. "Or..." He whispered back, turning to her fully, the hand placed on her knee moved to grab her face gently, bringing her closer, as his other man surrounded her. "We could just have a repeat of before." He once again leaned forward, just like before, lightly touching her lips. "We kiss now and you can do my homework later." It was mostly a joke, but he wasn't about to give that opportunity up.

[Sydney Emerson]

Sydney was a bit taken aback as he asked if she was really smart. "Of course I am," she responded instantly. A pause. "What does that have to do with anything?" Of course then he kept talking, explaining more about this story. "But if she's annoying why would she be appealing? To both the rogue or the reader?" Any reference he was making to her went completely over her head.

It was a surprise when he made his own confession, but his words brought a smile to her lips. "Really?" she asked softly, daring to hope that he was right. She often experienced that and it was a relief to know that perhaps it wasn't so abnormal after all.

Her jaw gaped open slightly - though the corners of her mouth were still upturned - as he responded that she deserved it too. "That is nonsense!" she objected. "You've been teasing me way more, so if anything that means you just deserve it twice as much," she shot back. Of course, she thought he meant teasing in a mocking sort of way. She didn't understand his actual meaning.

His hand rested on her knee, and though she knew it was impossible, she could have sworn she felt the warmth of his skin against hers despite the fabric between them. "Doesn't... doesn't that just mean kissing?" she asked, her voice slightly breathless already. She suddenly felt nervous and she didn't know how to explain anything that was going on anymore. He was asking her a question she didn't know the answer to.

He was so close to her now. That was the only thing she could think. She barely even noticed as he shook his head no, reinforcing his earlier comment. Her mind was racing and yet there were no thoughts really. Just a flurry of nerves that left her feeling confused and yet... there was her pulse quickening, just as it had before. That small feeling that was foreign to her had returned and she still had no name for it.

Finally he pulled her closer, one hand on her face and the other wrapping around her. His lips lightly brushed against hers and the result had her trembling. "No..." she started to say. "No homework," she finished. One hand rested lightly on his knee and the other tentatively shifted, moving to his shoulder. "You can do your homework later," she whispered. She didn't really know what they were doing now, but this was the strongest emotion she had ever felt. She might not understand it, but she didn't think she was quite ready for it to end.

[Rodrigo Santos]

Rod smiled widely, staring at her in disbelief. Wow. Really, wow. "Well, she's supposedly pretty hot." He said with a shrug, "That keeps things interesting."

She claimed he was the one teasing her and he raised an eyebrow, wondering if she'd actually understood what he'd meant. "Oh, I'm the tease now." He said with a smirk, "I ain't the one talking 'bout boobs." Actually he was, but who was paying attention?

He chuckled at her question. "Depends." He explained, feeling suddenly proud that he knew something she didn't. "Making out means much more." He licked his lips again, knowing full well being near her was affecting her. How easy she was falling. It was a little sad, really, but he wasn't going to complain. In and out, right? That's all he needed. An in and out.

She was still being stubborn about his homework and he laughed against her lips, grinning widely... until she placed her hand on his knee. His eyes widened, and he felt his heartbeat quicken suddenly, as if he was about to have a heart attack. Oh, he was melting for just a little touch. But still! Didn't she know what she was doing to him? She still spoke of homework and later, but he wasn't listening anymore. Instead he leaned in and kissed her, maybe a tad too forcefully. Her own fault for being such a tease.

He pulled her closer as he closed his eyes, fully getting into primal mode as he kissed her. His tongue moved against her lips, urging her to part them so he could fully show her was making out was truly about. He was pressing his weight against her trying to get her to lay down on the bench, the hand on her knee travelling up her thigh slowly, urgency hitting him. With his last responsive neuron he figured this was all her fault for being such a tease. Fuck guilt. She was willing and he wanted her.

[Sydney Emerson]

"That doesn't make any sense," she said with a perplexed expression and a small chuckle. She was thinking it must just be a gender difference things. After all, based on her reading men tended to be easily influenced by visual stimuli, more so than women. She just rolled her eyes at his insistence on throwing the blame onto her.

Besides, her thoughts were quickly obscured as he drew closer and closer to her.

It felt odd to be the one in the dark for once. Not understanding these sort of social interaction things wasn't knew, but she wasn't normally so open about it. Rod clearly knew far more about this than she did. And they both knew it. "More?" she managed to ask. Now she was definitely feeling nervous.

Sydney had no idea the effect that her simple touch had on him. How could she? This was far outside her realm of knowledge. Here she was though, rambling about homework, completely unaware of the way he was feeling. At this point, it was just a big mess of emotions filling her and she had no idea where his ended and hers began. Everything just seemed to be tangled together.

He kissed her then, this time with far more force than the first time. Her hand shifted from his shoulder, sliding up to his neck, holding him close as he did her. She kissed him back, but there was a sense of urgency in his touch that hadn't been there before. In the library, it had been slow and lingering. Now it was frenzied and rushed. Her lips parted instinctively, though in truth she was feeling a bit overwhelmed and she didn't know how to respond. He was leaning forward pushing her back and his hand was moving on her leg. This swell of emotions was unfamiliar to her and she didn't know what to make of it anymore.

Finally she pulled back from the kiss, her hand finding his chest again, and gently pushing. "Wait," she managed to say, though it was getting hard to catch her breath. "Just wait." She shoved him away more forcefully now, jumping to her feet and walking away. Her fingers raked through her hair as she tried to calm her mind before finally turning back to face him. Thankfully, the physical distance between them granting her a little relief from the overwhelming emotions from before. She didn't know what to say, instead just giving a small helpless shrug.

[Rodrigo Santos]

Rod felt on fire. Every bit of him told him he should stop, but he just couldn't. The girl had asked for it, really. She'd been teasing him, flirting with him, touching him and he could feel she liked him. So what was wrong with this? Plenty really. He knew it was. He was taking advantage on a girl's innocence. Deep down he knew it, knew how wrong it all was. But then, who could think of all that when she was kissing him back as she was? Maybe the excuse he'd given himself was right, that mantra he kept thinking during all this: This is what she wants.

When she parted from him, he moved to kiss her chin, not really hearing her the first time she tried to push him away. It wasn't until she literally pushed him that he realised his mantra could've been wrong. Either that, or she really was just teasing him. He grumbled, his heart hammering inside his chest and panting as if he'd just finished training, angrily glaring at her for stopping him. But he moved. He let her go.

Rod sat on the bench, trying to catch his breath. He felt his face red from both embarrassment and what they'd just done. But he still glared at the ground. Why did she stop him? Wasn't this what she wanted? Was he... bad at it? He looked up at her, his anger picking up as he realised she wasn't as bad as he was. She had probably been playing him, with her fake innocence and her gentleness.

"What?" He asked in a low voice as she shrugged. She was quiet now. Figures. "Ain't this whatcha wanted?"

He got up from the bench, still angry at her for pushing him away. She'd been teasing him! She'd been asking for it. So why was she acting all innocent now? He picked up his notebook and turned to send her a glare.

"Whatever." He added, turning again, intending to leave. He didn't care about his homework anymore. He just felt too embarrassed to still be around her.

[Sydney Emerson]

When she turned to face him, his anger was obvious - even without her empathy - but she could still sense traces of other emotions from him. Confusion and something else she couldn't quite place. He asked her wasn't this what she had wanted. She didn't know. She didn't know what to say, how to explain why she had pushed him away.

But he didn't give her much time to figure it out either, grabbing his notebook and moving to leave. That sent a jolt of panic right through her. She might have pulled away, but she didn't want him to leave. "Rod, wait!" she called out, moving forward to catch his arm and shifting to stand in front of him, blocking his path.

It was that touch that gave her the missing piece though. He was embarrassed. Even more surprising, was that she felt that echoed within herself.

"It's not you," she said finally, her gaze fixed straight ahead on a spot on his chest. "I don't know how to explain it just... I was feeling your emotions and mine and then I couldn't even tell whose was whose and it was all so new, so intense..." It was then that she looked up at him, meeting his eyes. "I don't know what I expected, I really don't. But it wasn't that. This is all so new to me and..." She didn't understand why this was suddenly so important to her, but it was. She didn't want him to go. She couldn't let him leave.

It was then that she did something quite unusual. She acted impulsively. Instinctively one could even say.

Sydney tugged on the fabric of his shirt, forcing him to bend down and close the majority of the 9 inch height difference between them. Meanwhile she stood on her tip toes and kissed him, soft and slow as they had in the library. It only lasted a moment or two, but it gave her back that light, tingly feeling from before. When she pulled back, she was blushing, but she was also smiling. "That's what I wanted," she said finally.

"I know I'm not good at this..." she began, which was harder for her to admit than it might seem. "But if you could just try to be patient with me... maybe I could learn to be better."

[Rodrigo Santos]

She stopped him and he almost rolled his eyes in annoyance. What did she want now? She had to ALWAYS have the last word, didn't she? Had to rub in his face what he'd done wrong. He'd just met this girl and he was already being driven crazy by her. Rod prepared to yell at her to leave him alone, until she started talking. Not him? What? Rod was left blinking in surprise, his mouth agape as he stared. His mouth closed with a loud click as his teeth clacked against each other. Her powers were confusing her now? He didn't understand it, but he guessed he just couldn't know what being an empath was like. He stared at her as she spoke, unsure of what to say and actually worried that he would say something stupid and ruin this for himself.

She said it was all new and he looked away for a moment, as if that would hide his red cheeks. "Ain't a problem." He muttered, still feeling grumpy. He'd taken it too far and he knew it. He'd just wanted to make out with a hot girl, but her touch had driven him to a point where he couldn't stop. He was so easy... the thought made him smile grimly.

"Yeah," He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, still embarrassed for what had happened. "It... it ain't your fault." What else could he say? "I-" She pulled him and his eyes widened in surprise as he bent forward and was kissed. His eyes widened in surprise and just when he was about to close them to enjoy fully kissing her, she pulled away and he let out at breath, staring at her in surprise. He straightened his back and stared down at her as she spoke. That was what she wanted. That broke his face into a proud smirk. Hell yeah, she wanted it!

She was talking but he was barely listening, still feeling all proud for having made such a hot girl get into him. With some luck, he'll be the one getting into- wait what? Patient? He frowned. "Wha- whatcha mean patient?" She wasn't talking about going slow... was she? Oh man. What did he got himself into? "We can still make out, right?" And with that it was obvious what he'd been thinking about.

[Sydney Emerson]

She was surprised when he turned his face and mumbled that it wasn't a problem. It sure seemed like he thought it was a problem. And yet... she thought for a moment he was blushing again. He confused her to no end, one contradiction after another and yet... That was part of the reason she found him interesting. He was like a puzzle, one she was slowly trying to understand.

In this moment, her inexperience did her both a service and a disservice all at once. She had no concept that he had pushed further than what they had discussed and in doing so, she didn't know that she ought to be upset with anyone other than herself. As far as she knew, she had just been intimidated by the 'making out' experience. Even so, she was starting to understand what it meant to get carried away by one's emotions.

So she kissed him. In part because she thought that would make him feel better, but mostly because she thought it might make her feel better. Just because she wanted to. She would probably spend a great deal of time after today wondering just why that was, analyzing all the possibilities, but for now, just knowing that was enough. She wasn't going to let those thoughts take over just yet.

He was grinning as she pulled away and she couldn't help but feel some relief that he wasn't angry anymore. A little pride that she had made him smile. Then suddenly her words seemed to break through to him and that smile faded. "I don't know... that was pretty intense... Maybe we - I - can get used to kissing first?" She hesitated a moment, her hand reaching out to rest against his arm. "I'm sorry I know..." She bit her lip. "I know it's not what you want. And if that's how you feel then I can just be your tutor if you're prefer. I just... I mean, I just... I need some time to get used to this." Was that so unusual? Would he be willing to go slowly? Why did she care so much if he agreed. After all, it was just supposed to be an experiment to have new experiences, right? Wasn't it?

Yet he invoked an emotional response from her. She didn't know yet if that came from the action or... from him. "I'll understand if you say no... but I hope you don't."

[Rodrigo Santos]

Pretty intense? Oh yeah. His grin widened, feeling proud of that. It had been, hadn't it? So she'd liked it. If only she would agree to keep doing that. Although... she'd just said she would, right? If he was to be patient. He let out a deep breath, rubbing his neck again. He could be getting other girls, some that would be willing to make out with him, maybe do more things right from the start. So, why would he agree to this... teaching her stuff? Oh wow. That sounded pretty hot actually. He could just imagine getting to the good stuff later, watch those pretty brown eyes of hers light up with the right touch. Plus, was this girl understanding or what? He smiled at her gently. She was pretty awesome actually and not the cold bitch he'd first thought she was. So... even if he got... carried away again, she would just forgive him, right? Besides, it wasn't like he... liked her liked her. It was more of... teaching her back, return the favour of her helping him study. Plus, there was nothing better than to end a studying session with a little something. Hell, every school should have a program like that, he was sure if there was kids wouldn't just drop out. He knew he wouldn't.

So now it was his choice. Rod smirked at her. Just her tutor? "Ain't that what you are already?" He asked, trying not to appear as excited as he was. But she would feel it, right? He didn't care much. Rod leaned and grabbed her hand, gently rubbing her skin. So smooth... "I mean, ya teach me and I teach you." As soon as those words left his lips he blushed again. That hadn't sounded as cool out loud as he thought it would. He cleared his throat, still wanting to keep the facade of confidence.

"I-uh... I can be patient." He hoped he could. Yeah... pffft. How hard could it be? He grinned again, nervously this time and rose her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers. Hmm, yeah. He could. He would be patient. He stared at her again and smiled, leaning closer. "Wanna try being patient now?" He asked with a smirk. 'Being patient'. Right. This was going to be the hardest thing he'd ever done, even counting that time he had to smuggle a gun at eight. Woah, no need to think about that now.

[Sydney Emerson]

Initially she felt a rush of pride and then it fizzled into some sort of indecision. Of course, that told her absolutely nothing considering that she had no idea what he was thinking. She was oddly nervous as she waited, wondering what he was thinking. Did he think it was worth it? He seemed to enjoy kissing her after all, but then again, what reward was there for him really? If he wanted to kiss a girl he could probably find someone else. After all, it was obvious he was far more experienced than she was.

Still, as he smirked at her she felt a surge of excitement from him, and that was enough to earn a tentative smile from her. His question through her offguard though. "Well... yes, I suppose you're right," she answered after a pause. His hand found hers then, his thumb rubbing the soft skin on the back of her hand. That made her eyes lift to his once more, her lips parting slightly as she felt a lump forming in her throat. "I've never been tutored before..." she mused softly, her eyes locked on his, unable to look away.

Finally he said the words she had been hoping to hear. Her smile grew wider then, though only slightly. Yet as his lips brushed against her fingers, she felt her breath catch in her throat and her head start to spin. Basic biology... right? She laughed softly as he suggest 'being patient' right then. "We really should work on your homework at some point..." she started to say, though her words quickly faded into a smile. "But maybe we can put that off just a little bit longer," she said with a wry smile.