"Hey old man, still studying?"
Hugh pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard the shout from the front hall. The door slammed loudly and was immediately followed by the heavy stomping that his roommate somehow managed without shoes.
"As a matter of fact, I am," he answered without looking up. "As you should be."
"Naaaaaaaah man." Arms slipped around Hugh's neck and a heavy weight forced him down. "It'll only slow me down. I got this. My mentor says 'Only foolish fools foolishly over prepare. Perfection comes from within.'"
"Your mentor is full of it," said Hugh.
Robin scoffed and moved from Hugh's shoulders to sit intrusively on his desk. "You want me to tutor you s'more for your test, old man?"
"Don't be ridiculous." Hugh then proceeded to ignore Robin in favor of his books. This happened almost nightly, ever since Robin had finally moved away from her parents. 'They don't want a daughter, so I won't be their son,' she'd said cheerfully, suitcase in hand. 'Say, you have an apartment, right?' The interruptions had only escalated from there, until Hugh simply accepted them as a fact of life.
He continued working in silence, highlighting and taking notes and reading until his eyes ached. Robin was uncharacteristically quiet, though she did seem to be taking up more and more of the desk the longer he studied.
He finally looked up from his books and stretched back. When he opened his eyes, Robin was looking at him with a very strange expression.
"What are you doing with your lips?" Hugh asked, deadpan.
Robin ran her tongue over them. "I'm seducing you with my feminine wiles."
Hugh raised an eyebrow. She was stretched over his desk, leaning on one side but keeping her hips against the desk, displaying a remarkable flexibility in showing off both her rear and chest at the same time. Her skirt was hiked up beyond appropriate levels, showing black bicycle shorts.
Hugh looked back at her face. She was doing that pouty-duck-face thing again. "What feminine wiles? You're giving me the masculine willies."
"Awww COME ON, MAN," Robin shouted, rolling onto her back and clapping her hands over her face. "I shaved my legs and everything! I'm wearing a bra!"
Hugh examined her partly unbuttoned blouse. Without the jacket covering it, it was practically translucent, her newly earned badge glittering above the left breast. "Hardly needed for one as flat as you. You look exactly the same as you did when you were a boy."
"I was more of a MAN than you ever were," Robin said, sticking out her tongue. "You wanna arm wrestle? I'll take you DOWN, old man!"
"Hmph," said Hugh. "That won't be necessary." He leaned over to fiddle with the remaining buttons on Robin's blouse. Her bra was pink with lace on the edges, but still far too tight around her ribcage, unconsciously replacing the brace Robin had worn for so long. "You know you don't need to put on a bra for me."
Robin laughed and reached up to hook her finger into the collar Hugh still wore around his neck. She tugged him down into a kiss as he reached around her back to unfasten the offending garment. She shrugged out of her blouse, letting it fall over all of Hugh's painstakingly organized notes. The straps of her bra fell down her shoulders, caught on one side by her armlet.
"I thought you had to study."
"I am studying," Hugh said, and kissed her again. "The way you obtain victory is to understand the prosecution from all angles." His mouth trailed down her neck to her chest. "From top to bottom."
"Hmm," Robin said. "I'd better tutor you after all, then." She pulled his head back up and tangled her hands in his hair. "Just don't expect me to go easy on you."