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Study Buddies and More

A/N: Idk wtf this is but it's consentual and I guess a tiny bit smutty.

At the end of biology, the teacher pulled me aside, "Alyssa, I'm sure you've already been notified, but I've selected your tutor for this class. You're expected to attend 10 sessions on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. Dean will be your tutor and I want you to raise your grade from a D to at least a C."

Wait- Dean? That was the plan anyway.

I nod my head and give her a smile, "No problem Miss, does this mean I have a session with him today?"

She hands me a folder full of worksheets and returns my smile, "Yes today will be your first Tuesday session. These worksheets should give you something to work on. Work hard Alyssa, I expect to see improvement."

I thank her and walk toward the library to meet up with Dean. Ladies and gentlemen, this is why you don't have crushes on boys in your class, cause they might end up being your tutor. Actually, there is a really small chance of that happening, so of course, it has to happen to me, not that he hadn't already volunteered to do it.  As I round the corner and enter the library I see Dean sitting in the back of the library, his notes spread across the table. It's the one spot in the library that lets sunlight into the room, and the afternoon sun makes his pale skin glow and his hair look like pieces of cotton candy as the light dances across it.

I walk closer to the table and clear my throat to grab his attention from the notes. His head snaps up and a bright smile welcomes me, he motions to a seat before clearing space on the table for my own notes.

"I didn't realise you were good at Biology, Dean."

He chuckles at me, "I thought you picked that up on the first day Lyss."

"Mmm, well I can be a little bit oblivious sometimes."

He laughs again before nodding, "Yes that's very true."

"You're not supposed to agree with me."

"I only agree with truthful statements Miss Lyss, and that was very truthful."

I can't help but pout and cross my arms over my chest with a huff.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He laughs again, "If you don't know then that just proves you're oblivious. Now stop pouting so cutely and let's get onto the actual biology."

I roll my eyes, "I'm not cute."

I set up my notes, books, and stationary ready for our little study session in the library, the first of many. We spent the next hour laughing and flirting our way through the biology questions, at least I think it was flirting. Every five minutes his hand would brush my leg, he sat close to me the whole time, and towards the end, he hooked his leg around mine. I couldn't pay attention to anything he was trying to teach me, the most I remember is that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell and his eyes have little highlights of blue. The second part counts as biology because I was researching what an un-dead organism's eyes look like.

The next couple of tutoring sessions were almost the same except each time his hand would spend longer and longer resting on my thigh. He would leave it there for periods at a time, slowly rubbing circles into it with his thumb. 

As much as it was distracting, I was slowly understanding the content better, It was essentially the same as human biology but slowed or completely stopped. Most ghouls still have certain systems that still functioned like our digestive system otherwise how could I eat all the snacks I do, however, it is significantly slowed. That's why for most undead, a single piece of human flesh will last two weeks, but obviously, we have to sustain ourselves on other foods which is why we eat more. 

Either way, I was understanding myself and my new body better thanks to Dean, which I couldn't thank him enough for even if it was actually for class. It was our 5th session when Dean gave me a test paper.

"I want you to complete this today, It should only take 20 minutes so I can mark it, and then we'll go from there."

He went back to the work he had brought with him, while I tried to concentrate on the paper in front of me. The operative word being "tried", I couldn't concentrate when his leg kept creeping closer and closer to mine, his hand lazily tracing shapes on my thigh as he fills out the answers on his homework.

I let out a huff and give in to sneak a look at his hand on my thigh making my stomach clench with joy. His fingers were softly playing with the bottom of my uniform skirt, running his fingers along the pleats and ridges of the knee-length skirt. 

Only his finger stops, he must have noticed me staring at the movements of his hands causing me to look up. He was smiling at me.

"I'm sorry, was I distracting you from your work?"

My face grew hot and I shook my head, "No I just liked watching your- um, er, yeah kinda."

"Oh, I really do apologise for distracting you."

He continues to move his fingers, only now he had begun pushing my skirt up higher so it sat just about halfway down my thigh. He smirked and started tracing circles directly only my skin, connecting the dots before moles and freckles.

"You need to get back to your test Lyss."

My stomach clenches again, but for a new reason. I try to get back to the test at hand only I kept being distracted by the hearts that Dean had now decided to draw around the mole that sat off-center close to the edge of my now, mini skirt.

I take a deep breath before answering two more questions only to look back down at his hand, he's added another finger, now drawing squiggles and swirls across my thigh.

"Lyss, eyes on the test, I said it can be finished in 20min, it's already been 10 and you haven't even finished half of it yet."

I let out a groan, apparently giving Dean the green light to move my skirt up a little further, and gripping my thighs just below my panties, his hand now covered by my skirt. I squeeze my eyes tight and open them again, trying to check to see if this was a dream. I open my eyes to look down and see his hand now slowly kneading my thigh and my unfinished test paper.

I bite down on my lip and get to work finishing the questions set in front of me, rushing through each question as my system seems to overflow with adrenaline and nerves. Just as I answer the last question Dean's grip starts to get rougher than he had started.

I gulp before speaking, afraid the hand currently resting on my thigh will affect my vocal cords, "Dean, I finished the test."

He lets out a grunt, removing his hand to take the sheet of paper in front of me, instantly letting my body relax from its tense position. His pen moved across the page and checked each answer, before long he had handed back the paper, each answer with a small red tick.

"Looks like you won't be needing all 10 sessions after all."

I couldn't help but giggle at his sudden change in demeanor, "Well it helps when I have an amazing tutor even if he likes to distract me a little too much."

He chuckles, "I can't help it, I think you're really cute."

He gathers his books and notes before heading out of the library, "I'll see you at dinner Lyss."