You Are On My Mind

You're Stressed

*mature*

Linda sighed as she tapped her pencil on the text book. She felt like her brain would explode any minute- her head was heavy and the muscles around her eyes were tight.
"Hey, baby. You look stressed."
Linda smiled at the sound of Danny's voice. "Hi, and I look stressed cause I am stressed. Finals are coming up, and I can't remember anything."
Danny sat on the bed, "you know this stuff like the back of your hand."
"But what if I forget? What if I can't remember what hypercholesterolemia?"
"What?"
"High cholesterol."
"Well, you knew that one."
"Knowing one hard term isn't going to help me pass the test! Knowing eight hard terms aren't going to help me past the test!"
"Honey, you're stressing out." He reached in front of her, closing her text book. "Take a break; there's only so much studying you can do."
"And I haven't done enough!"
"Linda, yes, you have." He took the book from her and set it on the floor. He watched her sit up, scratching her head and sighing.
"There's so much I can do! I have to study, study, study! If I don't, I won't-"
Danny stopped her from talking by kissing her lips. He felt her slowly relax beneath his touch.
Linda let Danny's tongue sneak past her lips, relaxing her further. She reached behind her, knocking her notes and pencils off the foot of the bed. Danny pressed her into the mattress, and she pathetically tried to convince him now was not the time. "I have to study."
"Of course you do," he kissed her harder.
"I can't fail the final exam."
"Of course you can't." His lips found hers again.
"I need— Danny," she moaned as he sucked her neck. "If I fail, I'm blaming you."
"I'll take that chance." He slid his hand up her tight pink tank top, skimming his fingers over her fabric clad breasts. He smiled against her shoulder when she arched into him.
Linda sat up suddenly, ignoring Danny's worried face. She nearly tore her tank top over her head, and yanked Danny's T-shirt over his. She laid back down, stretching her arms over her head.
"Impatient, are we?"
"Shut up and kiss me," she pulled him to her, kissing him passionately. Her hands roamed over his chiseled chest, her fingers dipping in the spaces between muscles. She moaned when Danny started massaging her breasts.
Danny sucked her neck, leaving a possessive red mark. His hands worked in unison as his lips trailed lower and lower until they replaced a hand. He smirked against her skin when she arched into him, begging him for more. She started grinding against him, silently asking for more pleasure.
Linda swore her eyes rolled all the way back when she felt Danny's hand make contact with her heat. She bit her lip when he rubbed his fingers along her sensitive spot.
"Had you already been doin' this to yourself?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"Maybe," her answer was breathy, and made Danny suddenly withdraw his hand. She looked up, annoyed, then immediately smiled when she saw him shucking off his pants and underwear. She followed suit, then pulled him towards her again.
Danny huskily whispered, "you ready?"
Linda's first thought was obviously, but she couldn't get it past her throat what with Danny's ministrations. "Mhmm," was all she could manage.
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Linda was almost asleep, her body fighting a losing battle. She was tired and spent from making love, and Danny's fingers threading through her hair wasn't helping any. I need to study.
"Now then. Don't you feel relaxed?" Danny asked just as Linda drifted into dreamland.