Fade Into You

Bad Idea

"I'm done now, can we go home?" Lizzie complained, lying on the table in front of her.

We had been in the library all morning, working on our own separate assignments which were due next week. Mine was done but I had to edit it to make sure it was hand-in ready, Lizzie's was not done so I told her that we weren't having sex until she was done. I'd give her a kiss every time she finished a paragraph or a certain topic but nothing more than that. She sat next to me on the comfy booths in the largest uni library we had. Dressed in a pair of oversized joggers and a small, cropped t-shirt that hugged the top of her body, the lack of bra underneath making her nipples poke through the material slightly which often diverted my eyes from my laptop to her chest. She was sat with her legs crossed, her shoes off and her hair pulled into a very messy bun with her bangs hanging in front of her face, just scraping her brows.

"How much have you written?" I laughed out my nose, moving my eyes from her to her laptop screen.

"Since we've been here? About 2000 words," she groaned.

"So you've still got like 4000 to go?" I checked.

She nodded, "I've got five days, can I not just write 800 words a day until then?"

"Will you actually do that though?" I smirked.

She thought for a moment and shook her head, "I can hand it in at 6200 words though."

"How many points have you still got to touch on?" I asked, sipping at my shitty machine mocha.

"Four," she exhaled, "I'm so bored, I can't do anymore of this today, I fear my head may explode."

"Why don't we break it down?" I giggled.

"How?" she groaned, lying on the table and looking at me instead of her laptop.

"Let's plan it into four sections, 1000 words per topic," I replied, "that way it's only four short essays."

She hummed, thought for a few seconds and nodded, "if I plan them now, I can start writing them tomorrow."

"Good plan," I smiled, "see, it's not that bad now, is it?"

"I might just drop out instead," she giggled, "is that reasonable?"

"No," I laughed, "we've literally got eight months left and we'll both have another degree."

"We need to pass first," she laughed back.

"Yes, we do, so get to work," I smiled playfully, tapping the desk by her head so she would pick it up.

"Will you get me another coffee?" she asked.

"Please?" I smirked, untucking my chair whilst picking up our now empty polystyrene cups.

"Please would you be so kind as to get me another coffee baby," she smiled sweetly.

"Of course, darling; thank you for asking so nicely," I giggled.

"One sugar, oat milk-"

"I know," I cut her off with a smile.

"Take my card," she yawned, handing it over.

I laughed out my nose and took it from her hand, "thank you, sugar mummy."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head with a laugh as I walked off, leaving her to start planning her work. As I arrived at the uni café next to the library, there was only one other person in the queue in front of me. She was dressed in a long white skirt with a tatty old navy-blue knitted jumper on the top, her golden hair hanging down her back. It wasn't until she turned to look at me that I realised who it was.