"You still haven't finished?"

His voice surprised me, and I jumped, clutching a hand to my racing heart. "Don't do that to me! I swear, one of these days you'll be the death of me!"

I suddenly realized the implications of the statement, and couldn't help but smile a bit as Edward's flawless face hardened imperceptibly. I fought down the smile and adopted a serious air.

"I really didn't mean to bring it up. I'm sorry."

I was lying on the floorboards of my room in my coziest clothes, warming my hands with a large ceramic glass of tea. The rain lashed furiously against the windowpanes, as if angered that it could find no way in.

Instead of responding, Edward changed the subject. "You've been procrastinating, Bella. Just answer the questions on the sheet."

I rolled my eyes. "I've been trying, but I keep getting distracted." I pursed my lips and tapped my pencil thoughtfully against my open history book.

I felt Edward's icy breath at my neck as it tickled the small hairs near my ear. "Distracted?" He whispered, "How?" I felt my heart speed up again and willed it into submission. I lost all coherent thought and was forming a strategy (I would turn my head a bit to the left and our lips would meet) to get him to lose a bit of control…

When he pulled away. I took a moment to clear my head and promptly returned to normal. "Oh, you know," I gesticulated randomly with my hand, "the book is full of facts that inspire random association in me. Take, for example, this sentence: 'Scandinavian countries extended the vote to women by 1914, in a pattern that would spread to Britain, Germany, and the whole United States after 1918.'"

I sighed exasperatedly. "I just can't help myself."

Edward, for his part, looked confused. "How does that distract you?"

I clucked my tongue impatiently. Could he not see? "Well, duh. You were changed in 1918!"

I chanced a glance up and registered his expression. Amusement. One brow was delicately arched, and his lips were starting to curve upwards, as if mocking me. He leaned in closer to me.

"Do I really have that much of an effect on you?"

In answer my lips crashed towards his, women's suffragist movement being completely forgotten for the time being.

AN: I was kind of bored while doing my homework (Not my AP World homework, actually) and wanted to write something fluffy. I might add a chapter or so on about Trig because I'm cool like that. It's my first attempt at pure fluff, so what do you think?