At first, it was easy and slow. She was in complete control, and she loved it. Then the pace quickened and it got a little harder and before she knew it, she was in way over her head. It was too much, too fast, and although everyone had warned her about taking it to this level before she was ready, she was determined. Rapidly losing herself in their steady rhythm, she was surprised and almost overwhelmed with the pure ecstasy that seemed to flow through her veins during the entire event. And then finally… finally it was done, and she was content and more than a little exhausted. Sighing with satisfaction, she sank into her pillows, a blissful smile gracing her features.
Her partner looked at her from where he was laying on the bed, and she smirked gleefully at him.
"What, Football Head? I just finished my math homework."
A/N: Since it's snowing out, I figured I'd work on a little drabble that popped into my head this morning.
This is for everyone who's not a math major for very obvious reasons, like me. The general euphoric feeling I get when I actually understand something in math is indescribable and probably akin to being high, lol. Hopefully I led everyone to believe something very different was going on, as that was my goal. Get your minds out of the gutter! Haha! :P They're just studying together in her room. ;)