The last thing Lizzie expected was that Tucker wouldn’t mind her messing so much of his homework. The lad must be aye confident. Of course she didn’t expect to get kissed for it, but that was more to be expected, the things had been going the past few days.

"Think we're both at a good break point?" he asked.

She glanced at his parchment, half covered with ink and half erased of everything.

“Er.. if ye’r sure.” She was still gripping her wand in both hands, as if it might go on wiping away Tuck’s homework by itself. But then Tucker was standing up and makin’ a great sone and dance of going out.

"How's a brisk walk?" he asked, his voice a bit loud. "Get the blood going and the brain working better?"

“Well I could do wi’ that,” Lizzie agreed, and took his hand. In a minute they were out the door and swinging down the hallway, and then Tucker was pulling her behind a statue.

“Och, Tucker I’m so sorr..” But she didn’t get to finish. Tucker clamped his mouth over hers and started kissing her like he was dying of thirst and she was a water bottle. Not that she minded. Somehow the whole ‘homework first’ thing required a bit too much restraint. Especially if they ran over their assignments.

After a minute Lizzie broke away, gasping for breath. She gulped in air, sighed, “Oh, Tucker!” And fell back onto him, her arms around his neck.

It all made her quite dizzy.

Not that she wasn’t used to Tucker’s kissing attacks. He was passionate from the very first. Only, lately, there was a kind of desperation seeping in to their snogging sessions. And this time he seemed to have grown a pair of extra hands.

Now, Lizzie didn’t mind a good hug. And she was all for his arms around her back, or her waist, even, while they were kissing. And sitting on his lap, while he held her was aye nice as well. And much to her amazement, when his thumb hand more or less strayed over her breast, once, while they were shifting positions, she found him touching her like that nothing short of electric. In a good way.

In fact, she was rather waiting for him to do it again. Which was why, when his hand strayed further down than her waist, and began to explore rather lower than was acceptable, she grabbed it and, not really knowing what else to do with it, placed it firmly on her right breast.

Everything went hot and breathless at the same time, and Lizzie’s mind went haywire. And she found herself grabbing a piece of Tucker’s shirt-front and twisting it, until he was in danger of losing some buttons. And it was about then that she heard Gil calling her, from across the fields. Only she wasn’t in the fields. But her tummy was doing flip-flops like a hare in March and she tore herself away from Tucker and pushed her back against the stonework.

“Och, Tucker,” She whispered, “Dinna do that.” What would Gil say?

Bother Gil.

So she made him do it again, this time to her other breast.

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