1. Thermodynamics

Those eyes she'd come to love. The ones that burned with the light of a thousand and one suns. His gaze always set ablaze something deep in her gut. Despite her studious and usually impervious nature, this was something she simply knew nothing about. No amount of studying could have prepared her for this - why a mere glimpse of his eyes beneath those messy silver locks could ignite such a fire down under. Not even a fire. Her insides needed to stop playing jump rope with themselves right now.

Why couldn't she just read in peace!

Focus, Maka. What is this? A perfectly natural physical response due to external stimuli. That's all. Yes, a physical response. Something beyond my control. This heat has nothing to do with me. It's Soul's fault. What was the word? Radiation? Right!

"You're having a physics lesson in your head?" His grin literally went from ear to ear. She gasped when she realized she'd forgotten to close the link. "Are you really that desperate for a distraction? Maybe I can help."

"Soul, just stop with the-"

He disappeared beneath the desk, and she squeaked loudly when warm, large hands removed her sandals and tossed them into the corner. One of her legs was pulled out from beneath the desk, but it could only go so high before making contact with the back of the wooden structure. He was hidden beneath this piece of furniture that had become like a haven, and the fact that she couldn't see him set her heart to jumping even faster. What in the heck did he think was he doing?

Those hands began stroking up and down her left calf in slow, particular movements. Maka let out a humorous "eep!" in surprise, and Soul silently chuckled beneath her.

"Did you know you have a mole behind your knee? I think it's fuckin' adorable."

"Soul!"

"Oh, my bad. Freaking adorable."

He situated himself so that only his head was visible beneath the desk. As he gazed up at her petite form from beneath the wooden sanctuary, a telltale drop of drool began forming at the corner of his mouth. It surprised her initially. He hadn't had the drooling problem for quite a while. She figured he grew out of it. Maybe that wasn't the case. Maka reminded herself this was probably not a good sign.

He laughed. She'd forgotten to close the link again. This lack of foresight was definitely not like her. Not that he was complaining.

Lifting her left knee again, Soul's face drew ever closer as the hot breath from his mouth danced over her porcelain skin. Maka's legs spread instinctively, and her toes quivered in anticipation. She gasped as the heat of his breath moved farther and farther up her leg, dancing around that spot where knee ended and lower thigh began.

"Define."

As if she could under this kind of torture. How was she supposed to handle this? No! She was Maka Albarn. Star student and most excelled meister since Kami Albarn had graced the hallways of Shibusen. Her composure was stronger than this. Even though it was Soul, her closet crush for the past four years, lavishing her with attention, she was certain she could get through this little game of his with the majority of her dignity still intact. Definitely. Why not?

His breath graced higher up her thigh, reminding her that she still hadn't answered him.

C-c-convection. Transfer of heat by way of an indirect medium…l-l-like air."

" 'Kay."

She was pleased with herself for only minimal fumbling. She was taken aback, however, when the sensation of something warm, wet, and slippery began running itself up the length of her thigh. She jumped in her chair, but the desk and Soul's grip on her thighs ensured that she didn't go very high.

"Soul, what…!"

"I thought I was helping you. Come on, Maka. Don't give up. Define."

He didn't pull his mouth away with his response. His words vibrated against her leg, and she braced her arms and upper body on the desk in order to regain some sense of composure. It wasn't a very successful attempt.

His tongue continued sauntering higher and higher, sending tremors down her spine with every pass of that glorious muscle. He pulled her chair further under the desk to gain better access and move up even more. Now her skirt was in his path, but he just pushed it up and out of the way.

"Mmmh…"

"Yeth?"

"C-c-conduction?"

"Definithin?" He slurred again, because the heat from his tongue never broke contact with her skin. He was at the border between upper thigh and pelvic bone, and his head had erotically disappeared again beneath the plaid blanket of her skirt. She would have laughed had she not been so hot, bothered, and undeniably preoccupied at the moment.

"T-t-transfer of heat b-between objects that…that come into d-direct con-TAAAACT…!"

Exemplified by his scorching tongue suddenly working its magic on her more feminine regions.

"…w-with each other."

"It's called applied science, Maka," Soul proclaimed. "Should we move on to the next chapter?"

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