Lazy
By rese
Summary: Laurie, as usual needs Jo to put him in order.
Disclaimer: No money made. No money to make. Not my characters. L.M.A. owns.
A/N: This is in response to the sever lack of story-posting from other people that I've noticed. Of course, that could be because I check the page at least three times a day. Ok so it's an addiction, I'm obsessed I have a problem. Get off my back. Hey, why don't I get off yours? Yeah.
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"Don't be so lazy," she hit him across the head. Laurie hid a smile, Jo's blows were always soft but he knew she'd really hurt him if he told her she hit like a girl.
"Ow!" he rubbed his head in mock pain. "You're such a cruel mistress."
"Use that word again and you'll see just how mean I can be."
He smiled anyway and grudgingly took the pen back up, glaring at the paper. Was it really necessary to learn about the various species of crickets to be admitted to college?
"Jo, please, can't we do something else? This is boring."
The girl who had been pacing back and forth like a drill sergeant stopped to roll her eyes at the useless boy. "You'll never get anything done with an attitude like that." Jo walked over to him, leaning over the desk. "Please, just try again. Mr. Brooke put me in charge and if you get nothing done, just think how it will reflect on me?" Jo put her hand over her heart with the last statement and in a freak moment of perversion Laurie wished the hand to be his.
"I'll tell you what, you amuse me for an hour and I'll amuse you for an hour." He watched Jo mull the idea through her mind, loving that he could read her so well. "That's fair isn't it, Miss Jo?"
"Very well. Only, promise me you'll do your study like a good boy when it's your turn?" Jo asked, her hands clasped together as if prepared to beg. Laurie smiled softly as he stood and walked around the desk.
"I promise." He said dramatically, taking her hands in his. Jo immediately had the urge to pull them away but he had a fierce grip and an intent look. She raised her brows at his silliness and Laurie grinned back with easiness, leading her over to the window seat. In those five steps he'd memorized the feeling of her slender hand, and was then busy letting his own warm one enjoy tugging her equally long fingers.
"Let go, please." Jo asked simple, expecting a simple acquiesce.
"No, thank you."
"I beg your pardon?"
Laurie sat facing a cross-looking Jo and laughed, "You're amusing me."