A/N: Another random idea I had in the middle of my G&T studies. Had to type it up. This story seems to be attracting a fair few reviews and favouriters (is that a word?), so I won't post another chapter until I get a total of at least 30 reviews, which I think is fair because of this very quick update. So if you like the story, review and give me some plot lines, puh-leaaase! Ideas don't just pop into my head, you know. Well, they kinda do, but where do you think I get my inspiration from?! Any one of you could spark my brain into lots of wild and crazy and romantic and fluffy scenes, so go ahead and stop reading this author's note already!

"Franny, this is pointless unless you wanna learn."

"I do!" She replied, swiveling around on her chair. Lewis raised an eyebrow, and she sighed, walking over to where he was sitting cross-legged on her bed.

"OK. Now this here you did wrong, because in order for the dominant genes to show themselves in this specimen..." He looked up, seeing Franny gazing out the window. "...Franny."

"Sorry."

Lewis rubbed the back of his head in frustration as Franny continued to look anywhere but the textbook. "What's up?" He asked finally, when she didn't continue.

She turned back to him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, are you always this preoccupied?"

She shrugged. "I can't help it, I guess. I'm sorry if I annoy you, I can be a really slow learner at times."

"Which is why I'm here."

Franny cocked her head, smiling. "I thought you were here...because I requested you to be here."

"Because you were whining about your scores in the test."

"Not necessarily."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Lewis asked in confusion, as Franny crawled a little closer on the bed.

"It means, I wanted an excuse to spend time with you."

He laughed. "You didn't need to find an excuse, I would have come over if you'd said 'my eyebrows need plucking and I can't find the tweezers, can you help me Lewis?'"

She rolled her eyes. "I hope that wasn't some kind of subtle hint about my hairy eyebrows."

"You kidding me? They're beautiful," He grinned, leaning in closer on the pretext of examining her eyebrows. Franny changed the situation in an instant when she tilted her head up, and Lewis brushed his lips ever so lightly against hers. He immediately pulled back, blushing, but Franny grabbed his shirt and tugged him back to face her. Lewis bit his lower lip as she traced his jaw with a delicate finger, looking slightly uncomfortable in the sudden seriousness of their position.

"Franny..." He whispered, unsure. She looked up and smiled at him, trying to re-assure him that it was OK. Franny's hand left his shirt, curling up and around his broad shoulders into the blond hair at the base of his neck. Lewis leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes, wrapping his arms around her small frame. Franny sighed softly at the warmth and protection he offered, running her other hand up and down his sweater-covered bicep.

"Are you OK?" She whispered softly, and he opened his sapphire eyes to look affectionately into her own chocolate ones.

"Mmm," He mumbled in affirmation, gazing at her lips. His eyes suddenly flicked towards the open door, and she guessed what was on his mind.

"They won't be back for another hour...my phone's off..." She murmured, and his mouth twitched upwards in a smile. "...Just you and me." She bent his head down, and lightly kissed the bridge of his nose, making her way lower at a very slow, very enticing pace. Lewis' breathing quickened and he held her tighter, eyes fluttering shut as Franny took her time exploring every curve and dip in his face.

"Fran," He moaned quietly, and she smiled, caressing his earlobe with her lips.

"Yes...?" She murmured innocently, but turned so she could once again watch his expressions. His eyes had grown dark with a look which was more love than lust. She gasped softly when he didn't wait for her permission to finally slam his mouth against hers; the experience and raw emotions she felt were more than breathtaking. Lewis ran his hands over her smooth back, trying to draw her body even closer to his. Franny's hand left the back of his neck so she could cup his face as they kissed for a long, long time.

"Lewis," She breathed against his mouth, and he abandoned her supple lips for a moment so he could kiss his way down her neck. Franny purred, closing her eyes and holding his head against hers, loving the texture of his skin and his soft hair.

"Do that again," Lewis said, his voice lower than she'd ever heard before.

"Do what...?" She inquired, sighing against his shoulder as he continued to press his lips against her neck.

"That...noise," He muttered, and she smiled, turning her head to whisper in his ear.

"Make me."

Lewis make a slightly strangled sound in his throat, pulling away from the woman in front of him. His whole face was flushed, and his lips swollen from her administrations, she was pleased to see.

"Enough," He panted, unable to keep his eyes off Franny as she slid back onto his lap.

"But I was just getting started," She pouted prettily, and Lewis ran a hand through his hair, bemused.

"Too fast, and you know it."

Franny sighed, climbing off his legs and sitting back on the bed. "So, Molecular Biology..." She said resignedly, pulling the textbook towards her.

Lewis laughed at the absurdity of their situation, and grabbed for the book. Franny held it as high above her as she could reach, which was still in obvious reaching distance for Lewis. He smiled, cocking an eyebrow.

"Too easy."

"Come and get it then," She said playfully, nudging him with her feet. Shrugging, he lifted his hand and wrapped it around her slim wrist, looking down at the rosy face just centimeters below his own...

"Franny, get up!" Mrs. Framagucci called loudly from the kitchen downstairs. Franny blinked in the morning sun of her bedroom, rising onto her elbows drowsily. She looked down at the bed covers she could have sworn she'd been sitting on a moment before, with a certain man, doing certain things. Rubbing her face tiredly, she tried to distinguish between what was real and what was only in her head. Last night...had been her date with Lewis. Her good clothes were still wrapped around her, crumpled up and creased from all her tossing and turning. So it didn't happen then, she sighed, and collapsed back on her pillows in disappointment. I could have sworn...she thought sadly, thinking about how perfect he had seemed in the dream, how he held her, how he kissed her. I guess not. She grinned suddenly. Though it's about time I found out for real.