Warning: Contains sensual content and slight profanity.
And with a swift pounce, Jonesy had gotten Nikki lying down on his living room couch, practically clawing at him. (She would probably and only admit to just getting a good grip on him. "Sure you were," he'd most likely say afterwards.) Hands and tongues and lips were everywhere, hair was tousled, and the hems of shirts were being tugged at.
One minute Jonesy had been helping her with French verb conjugations. The next minute he was breathing on and kissing her neck, whispering mischievous phrases in French to which she only knew the partial meaning. (Which is why she needed tutoring in the first place.) The minute after that, she had let her better judgment, the judgment that would tell her giving in to Jonesy was only for study breaks, take a trip to who knows where. (Maybe it was in Montreal while she was indulging in a bit of France.)
Hearing him speak to her–just for her–in French with nobody around drove her crazy. Having no control over herself made her crazier. (As soon as she felt herself becoming too engrossed in the moment, she thought, Damn you. It was force of habit with him.)
They only had one more subject to go through. If they had gotten straight to physics, then they would have all the time in the world (or at least for the rest of the day) to go wild and get close to one another. If only physics mattered like it did before, because it surely didn't anymore. Chemistry was here now. (And so were tons of hormones, but that may be biology.)
Flash cards with verbs on them and the first law of thermodynamics didn't matter. They could go screw themselves for all Nikki cared now. She cared about Jonesy now. She cared about how proficient he was at French and French kissing.
Because study sessions weren't always for studying.
A/N: (This is totally what their study session in "The Birthday Boy" wasn't.) One of my headcanons is that Jonesy has been studying French since he picked it up easily. It makes sense. The title of this comes from "Better in French" by Diana Vickers. I adore that song. The acoustic version is such an earworm.
