Ah, its getting nsfw.


It hadn't occurred to her that when he meant he wanted to study, he didn't want to just study.

"S-stop!" she stuttered, her voice breathless and her chest heaving. His hands going in places not very proper for two 'studious' students only studying.

He murmured something into her neck as his mouth skimmed her jaw line down to her pulse, stopping there he gave a forceful suck that was sure to leave a bruise. Her grip on the history textbook going slack and burying themselves in his feathery silver hair.

"I-I thought you wanted to study." she managed to bite out, he was sitting with his back to the bed and she was on his lap. His mouth moved up with feathery kisses trailing up her pulse point to her earlobe, then to the shell of her ear. He moved the arm around her waist to her chin, tilting it so he can place a an appropriate kiss.

"I never said I wanted to study, that was your idea, nerd." He murmured against her lips, and moved his unoccupied hand up to her chest, giving the mounds a soft squeeze.

She jumped up from his lap, her cheeks blazing in a shade of red he adored.

"We have midterms tomorrow." She said as she moved herself to his bed. He followed right after her, laying half his body on it, with his feet dangling. He scowled at her point, it was an important midterm too, but he was, he was feeling frustrated. It was the first time in two weeks since he had seen her properly.

His hands trailed up her bared legs, she was wearing a hoodie and shorts. She looked up from her books to glare at him and moving them away but he had a strong grip on it. "Gintoki!" she said in agitation.

He smirked because he could almost taste the victory, she was just as frustrated.

"Come on, just one, and then you can study again." He moved closer, taking the textbook from her lap, and moving it behind him. She crossed her arms and looked away, her cheeks colored pink as he moved up on her.

Suddenly he switched their position, with him on bottom and her straddling him. In her surprise, she shifted to make herself comfortable, causing her to grind against him. Closing his eyes, he let out a groan, his unoccupied hands on either sides of her hips, "do that again." His voice raspy.

She bit her lips and looked behind her, at the textbook, that now lay on the far right side and then back at him. Promising herself that it would end right after this, she said, "only one hour."

He opened his eyes to see her pulling up her hoodie, revealing a thin black tank top and her pupils dilated. 'Liar,' he thought.

He nodded and brought her down to connect their lips.

The text-book lay forgotten for the rest of the evening.


AN: The next one will be longer, promise!