The next time included a little less talking. Peter had invited her over for a study date. While he seemed to be genuinely interested in studying, mentioning more that once that Lara Jean was brilliant at literature analysis and that he himself couldn't make any sense of the poem they'd be sure to be quizzed on, let alone provide any sort of new insight and come off as smart, Lara Jean was far more interested in the "date" part. She hoped to make physical progress while alone in his room, perhaps cross some invisible boundaries.

The study-date started off rather innocently, much to Lara Jean's chagrin. She had hoped that her nervous energy would convert to something else - a tension that would demand attention and action.

Instead, Lara Jean found herself with her English Lit notebook open, highlighter in hand, explaining to Peter the main themes, using specific examples and correcting Peter's misuse of literary terms.

"I still don't understand how an allegory is different from parallels," he complained "they're both supposed to convey a message, the same way. I seriously can't see the difference."

Lara Jean was beginning to feel frustrated. This was a far cry from her original plans - or rather, her original schemes. Explaining the difference for the umpteenth time, she found herself past frustration, on the brink of exasperation.

A change of tactic was needed, she was sure of that.

Once they paused for a snack break - a vital part of any experience with Peter - Lara Jean set in to motion her (new and revised) plan.

First, as soon as they returned to his room, she carefully removed all the papers and supplies from Peter's bed. In place of the books, Lara Jean flopped onto the bed, beckoning with a crook of a finger that Peter join her. Peter shot LJ a weird look, nonetheless joining her, positioning himself next to her, on his side. This was Phase 1.

"I can't take another minute of studying," Lara Jean complained, "can't we do /anything/ more... interesting?" She bat her eyelashes innocently, looking at Peter and biting her lip.

"You're a dangerous girl, Lara Jean" he chuckled.

Now was the time for Phase 2. Lara Jean happily leaned in to the kiss, inching closer to Peter, intent clear in her movements. Peter pulled back momentarily, opening his eyes to Lara Jean pressed up close to him, her eyes wild, searching his.

"What do you want Covey?" He whispered. Here eyes widened.

"Nothing. I wasn't... I wasn't doing anything." She stuttered.

Peter smirked, regarding her suspiciously. "Okay then." He leaned in once again, resuming their previous activity.

Now was the time. Phase 2 was about to culminate, at this moment.

Lara Jean hooked her leg on Peter's hip, drawing him close, rolling them slightly. Phase 2 was complete. Peter found himself underneath a panting Lara Jean, his shoulders being used for support. Lara Jean guided his hands to her hips, before lightly grinding on him, worried that she might be applying to much pressure. Peter groaned quietly into the kiss, clutching LJ's thighs. She tried it again, this time a little harder.

Peter flipped them so that she was on her back, hovering over her face, looking into her eyes.

"So this was what you wanted all along, yeah?"

Lara Jean bit her lip, stuck out her chin defiantly.

"Maybe." She challenged him.

"Well if that's what you really want..." He trailed off with a glint in his eye. Descending upon her, he kissed her neck and ground on her, much firmer than she had dared attempt. He raised her shirt slightly, resting his left hand on the skin of her waist. "You like this?" He whispered into her ear. Lara Jean nodded.

Peter tugged her shirt upwards, grunting a syllable sounding like a command - "off". She raised the offending article over her head, demanding fairness.

"Then yours has to come off too."

Peter wordlessly took his shirt off, allowing Lara Jean the delicious image of his abs, before delving back into her mouth. She could get used to this.

He continued rutting against her, letting his hands wander to her chest, appreciating her breasts thoroughly and fully.

Lara Jean's fingers kept flitting to his waistband, stroking the skin above his jeans, lacking the courage to dive deeper.

They righted themselves and got ready to leave as they neared her curfew, leaving Lara Jean with a taste for more.

Till next time.