Variables, Real & Imaginary

((post-Mindy Loves Josh, mostly canon compliant up to but not including The Really Big Shrimp - Drake/Mindy non-penetrative sexy times (b/c "frottage" just sounds crude) - Rating: M; Words: 809))

Drake is never sure how it happens, not really. Every time it starts with him and Mindy volleying insults back and forth. She smirks, her voice biting, mocking, and a triumphant sparkle is in her eyes. Then there's the slightest touch, barely any pressure exuded from her smooth delicate fingertips brushing over his skin.

There's something about her, she's bewitching or some bullshit like that. Or maybe it's the taboo, the fact that he should steer clear of her because she and Josh dated—even though Josh has never out right said or implied that Mindy is off limits—that entices him.

Drake blames her whenever they end up reclining on a sofa or her bed and he finds himself situated on top of her, between her legs, grinding hard against her. The friction feels so good and it could be just enough for him but it's never quite enough for her. But Drake has to respect that boundary, that invisible line that he knows Josh will have in his head, and he can't cross it. Even when he can hear the change in her breathing, a soft low moan followed a few minutes later by a whimper because she's so close and she just wants him to lose all semblance of control, she tells him that he can keep going but he never does.

(It starts the same but this time it will end differently.)

His eyes are closed, he squeezes his eyelids tightly, and he slowly stops moving, lifting his hips because he can't stay pressed against her. He gets his breathing under control and he thinks about Mrs. Hayfer; that normally works. Normally, Mindy's hands don't grasp his hips and pull him back down to her, angling her hips upwards, hooking one of her legs around him. She's not supposed to do that; that's not how this goes. This is when they're supposed to control themselves. She's not supposed to make this harder for him. He doesn't move, he tries to ignore the sensation of her moving beneath him. He hates math so he can think about that, he can focus on algebra.

Drake mutters under his breath, "x is equal to negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4 times a times c divided by 2 times a." He doesn't understand it and he doesn't know why he remembers it; it confuses and frustrates the hell out of him, kind of like Mindy so maybe that's why he's trying to concentrate on numbers and symbols as her hips continue undulating, urging him on.

After another minute, his resistance fades away and he gives in to her pull because she is like gravity and he can't resist her, so he shifts so that she can feel him better and he resumes rocking against her in earnest, kissing her, his lips burning a trail down her neck. She bites her bottom lip to stifle a moan.

"Say it again."

Drake lifts his head from the crook of her neck and looks at her; he's careful not to break the rhythm they've got going. "Huh?"

Mindy opens her eyes. Her breathing is starting to hitch. "The quadratic formula; say it again."

The what? Is she talking about that gibberish he was saying a few minutes ago? It's the only thing he's said so that must be it.

He begins to recite the equation again and she interrupts him, panting for him to grind harder and he happily obliges. He can't just pick up where he left off in his recitation so he starts from the beginning, "x is equal to negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4 times a times c divided by 2 times a."

Drake grinds against her, harder and faster, and he's almost there when Mindy gasps, tenses then sort of whimpers and her body starts to shudder, her hips bucking as she clings to him. It's more than enough to finish pushing Drake over the edge and his own hips jerk against hers, and he stills, pressing his body tightly into hers as pleasure flows over and through both of them.

(a times x squared plus b times x plus c equals 0)

Mindy sighs and every muscle in her body relaxes; she lays still under him, a content smile playing on her lips. Drake's still catching his breath as he lowers his head and kisses her before he rolls onto his back. He glances over at her, a flush still evident on her skin. He knits his brow as he replays what just happened between them. How did he manage to turn her on even more while he was trying to turn himself off? Oh. He said something nerdy. Of course that would do it for Mindy.

"The quadratic formula?"

"Shut up."

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