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"It is in the work of the French mathematician François Viète that the first consistent, coherent, and systematic conception of an algebraic equation in the modern…"Dan reads taking some notes.
Blair huffs. "Do we really have to learn this?"
"Blair, Algebra concepts are - -" Dan tries, his eyes not leaving the book.
She cuts him. "Let's have a break!"
"But cupcake, we only started fifteen minutes ago."
"I know, but one more word on Algebra and I'll be seriously brain damaged." She pouts.
He looks at her. God, how can one be this perfect? Her lips are glazing. He fights the urge to kiss them.
"Dan, please." She giggles leaning in.
He puts the book aside and sighs, defeated. She is kissing that spot, that tiny spot near his ear. Since she found it she licks and kisses there every time she wants something.
And she always gets it.
She is kissing his lips now. Softly, languid. In a way he can never escape. Not even if he wanted to.
Her hand wanders down reaching his belt and beyond.
"Blair," Dan murmurs. "The exam is…"
She straddles him not leaving his lips.
Her strokes grow even. The kiss deepens.
The Algebra concepts are positively forgotten.
Thank you.
A/N: Quote source from britannica dot com.