"So if you're teaching us, shouldn't you where a teacher outfit; preferably a short skirt and tight top?" the Danish man asked you flirtatiously.
"Just for that, you're going first," Tyra said slightly glaring at him.
"For what?"
"The Nervous Game?" she replied mischievously.
"How do you play that?" Belward asked.
"With two people," she responded playfully, "so you're going to go with Mathis."
The two tall blondes stood in front of everyone awkwardly waiting to be told what to do.
"This game is pretty simple; I need you guys to put your hands in each other's heads." The two did as they were told and waited for her to continue. "Okay, now all you need to do is move your hands down the other person's body and ask them 'are you nervous?'; the person to say 'yes' first loses."
"What?" Mathis exclaimed in shock at the situation the blonde girl put him in, "why do I have to do this with Belward, why can't I play it with you?"
"Because," she answered teasingly, "I'm the teacher and I get to make up the rules."
"But-".
However, the Danish man's words were cut short when the taller Swedish male moved his hands from Mathis' head to his shoulders and asked, "Are you nervous?"
Emil and Tino stood in front of everyone with their hands on each other. Tino's hands rested on the white haired male's hips while Emil's hands were placed on the Finnish man's chest. The rest of the six were giggling at the awkward position the two were in; well, everyone except Belward. The tall Swedish man stood there in silence.
"Are you nervous?" Emil asked awkwardly, shifting his hands from Tino's chest to the brim of his pants.
The Finnish man was about to utter the words 'no' until he felt a strange aura coming from the Swedish man. Tino looked up and saw Belward sending death glares in his direction. This made the Finish man begin to shake and he quickly shouted the words, "Yes! Yes! I'm nervous." And with that, he pulled away frantically from the much younger Icelandic.
"I wasn't going to do anything," he said apathetically, letting out a small sigh of relief.
"Who's next? Me and you, Tyra?" Mathis asked flirtatiously.
"No," Belward interrupted, "It should be me and my wife," He said grabbing Tino only causing him to shake.
"Actually, it's mine and Luka's turn," she said pulling the Norwegian to your side.
"I don't think I want to-" he tried to say, but you just ignored him and placed your hands on his head making him do the same to you.
"I'll let you start," the blonde girl said teasingly.
Lukas sighed and slowly moved his head, down the nap of her neck, and rest on her bare collar bone; bare because she were wearing a tank top.
Tyra cringed at the touch of his cold hands press against her warm skin and he smirked before asking, "Are you nervous?"
"No," she said only to inhale sharply when his hands moved over the top of her cleavage to the part of her shoulder that was exposed.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she said as her hand traveled from the top of his head to his hair curl. "Are you nervous?" Tyra asked as she gently tugged his curl from the root.
A small tint of pink appeared on his face, but he simply said, "No." "Are you nervous," he asked moving his hands down her back and stopping at herr lower back, cold hands stealing any warmth that part of herr body generated.
The blonde girl inhaled once again at the sudden cold feeling but shook her head 'no'. "Are you nervous?" she asked, pulling at his curl this time a little more roughly causing him to wince, but not give up.
This continued for a few minutes; the more he slowly inched his hands dangerously close to her 'warmer regions', the more roughly she pulled on his curl; they both were about to give up until…
"Are you nervous?" he asked, his fingers slipping into the brim of her pants touching the skin of your hip bone.
"Mor jævelen" she cursed in Norwegian, accidently pulling on his curl. He winced at this and grunted; that's when she noticed his growing problem. "Wow, Lukas," Tyra giggled, "I didn't know I had that effect on you, but I have something to ask you," she said slowly and gently pulling on his curl, "are you nervous?"
Lukas knew he was at his limit and it would soon become apparent to everyone what was going on. "Yes," he tried to say calmly, "I'm nervous."
"Okay, so I guess I win," she said releasing his curl from his grip, "nice strategy though."
Lukas simply gave her a small glare as she ran back to your room to change clothes.
"What just happened?" Tino asked confused.
"I don't know," answered Belward.
"Hey, bro," Emil said, "what happened?"
The Norwegian man sighed, "I don't want to talk about it," before sitting down on the couch.
As the room feel silent, Mathis whispered to the others, "I think Tyra gave Lukas a boner."
"What?" they all exclaimed before she came to the room declaring that it was time for their next lesson.
Oh, boy.