Incentive
In which we learn that Satoshi is a bad tutor for Risa.

It was a BAD idea to ask Satoshi to tutor her in Math.

Well, in hindsight, it was a good idea. He is a genius after all, what with finishing college before the rest of them—the normal homo sapiens—even thought about college at all. They say people who are good in Math are bad in English, which is certainly not the case with Satoshi: he's good in Math, in English, in History, in—oh, all the subjects in the world, probably, plus add to that the fact that he's an extremely talented artist. The belief that those who are good in Math are bad in English was also not the case with Risa, who is admittedly bad at both, but maintains that her Math is worse (plus add to that the fact that she couldn't draw to save her life).

So of course, knowing of her boyfriend's almost inhuman brain capacity, and with the finals looming in the near future, she asked him one day to tutor her in Math after classes.

It was a baaaaaaaad idea.

…Mainly because Risa didn't think she would be so distracted as they sit in a hidden, cozy (read: cramped) part of the school library which Satoshi earlier confessed to her as his favorite "hiding place" to get away from his fangirls. They sit, side by side; his leg pressed sideways against hers, their feet constantly brushing against the other's whenever one of them shifted. It also didn't help that once in a while, whenever it took too long for her to grasp a concept, he would lightly take hold of her pencil, covering her hand with his, and write the solution.

And whenever she inhaled, his scent would overwhelm her senses: soap, like he always came straight from the bath, and something else—like perfume, only milder—she wasn't sure. She could never describe it, only that she knows she feels incredibly safe and comforted when she would press her face against his neck and inhale that particular scent that seemed to belong only to him whenever they were alone.

And when they were alone…he had kissed her once in public, and that had been more for the benefit of others who were too dense to see that they were indeed together. In the presence of others he was the perfect gentleman, never touching her except for an occasional hand on her waist or on the small of her back. But when they were alone…

Which is what they were now. Alone. Just the two of them together. But instead of engaging in what would be the normal activity they do whenever they were alone, they were studying.

And that thought was distracting Risa the most.

"—and so the answer would be 2 square root of 2 over X squared."

She blinked. "I'm sorry?"

He half-glared at her, his eyeglasses glinting with the light overhead. "You're not paying attention."

Risa lowered her head and looked down at her notes, nibbling at her lower lip as she did so.

"Risa…" Satoshi reached out and gently took her hand, interlacing their fingers and slowly rubbing his thumb in circles on the back of her hand. Her breath hitched at her throat at the action—this was torture. Torture. If she didn't know any better she'd say Satoshi was doing this on purpose. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Kiss meeeeeee! she wanted to scream and then abruptly throw herself at him. Instead she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"You know, you really don't have any problems with Math," he was saying, his thumb still lazily drawing circles on her hand. "You just lack concentration. You need to focus when solving. You need to separate your Math notes from the rest of your notes. And you need to practice. So…" He removed his hand from hers and reached for a piece of paper on the table. "I'd like you to solve these problems."

She raised her head and looked at him, pouting, her lower lip sticking out.

He stared back at her, his eyes serious but with a playful glint in them. "And to motivate you—I've thought of a little something to give you as a reward." He paused. "A kiss…for every problem you solve correctly."

"A kiss," she echoed.

"Yes."

"For every correct answer."

"Yes." Then, as an afterthought, he added, "There are fifteen problems in all."

"Satoshi—you—" Her face slowly turned red, and for a moment it looked like she was going to strangle him. Then she huffed, grabbing the piece of paper and her pencil. "Fine!"

For a few moments, Satoshi watched as Risa worked on one problem, a small smile playing on his lips. She was trying her hardest to ignore him, her brows furrowed in concentration.

"Risa."

"What?" she snapped, turning her head to glare at him. "Can't you see I—"

And suddenly she found it hard to talk with Satoshi's lips covering hers. Her pencil clattered to the floor as her hands came up to tangle themselves in his hair. Her distraction was complete when his mouth strayed from hers to pay special attention to the line of her jaw, before moving to her ear and nibbling at her earlobe. She cried out in surprise and his mouth swallowed the sound, the thrill of being discovered where they are and what they're doing urging them on, when suddenly the situation they were in struck her as hilarious and she let out a muffled giggle. She could feel him smiling against her lips and she started giggling harder until she felt his fingers caressing the skin on the small of her back, playing just above the band of her skirt before going just a bit lower. A cross between a moan and a growl resounded at the back of her throat and she dragged her hands down to his waist before running them back up his chest to grab his collar and pull him even closer.

Satoshi pressed a final lingering kiss on her lips before pulling away and bending down to retrieve her pencil from under the table. He ran a hand through his mussed-up hair several times, fixed his glasses securely above his nose and tried to straighten his polo while Risa also fixed her appearance. After a few moments they just sat, staring at each other, both of them breathing rather heavily. Finally he handed her the pencil and she took it, though he didn't let go.

She raised an eyebrow at him, her hand lightly holding one end of the pencil. "Was that a bonus? Because you know, I haven't even solved anything yet."

"No," he said, chuckling softly and finally letting go of the pencil. "No, that wasn't a bonus." He let his gaze roam over her form, noting with satisfaction the swelling of her lips and the flushness of her cheeks, before shifting and facing the table to pore over her nearly unintelligible notes. "That was my reward."

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I'm finding that you and you alone
can break my fall

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Fin.

Reen's ramblings: Wow. I wrote Satoshi and Risa getting kinky in the school library. Hee!
You know, I would honestly, as in really and truly LOVE to write the two of them in a non-Parental Guidance manner, but my Satoshi-muse and Risa-muse just can't keep their hands off of each other XD
And again, sorry for the flurry of alerts. I keep spotting errors and have these urges to rewrite a few scenes. As of 11/06/2006 I have added a few more details to make this oneshot just a bit more smuttier XD