A Little Cold Never Hurt Anyone

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"Bobby…" She softly pushed him away so she could see his face as she spoke. "You don’t think that it’s… too soon for that? I mean… We didn’t have our first date all that long ago… I just think it might be a little early for this."  Her words had to be forced out, although she tried to make it seem like that wasn’t the case. She wanted him, she wasn’t going to lie to anyone about that but she’d never been one to rush things in relationships.

"I know," she smirked, "I just wanted to hear you say it." She paused. She was sure there was a reason for her pause but whatever that reason was it must have been subconscious. "But I’m here, in your bed, looking ‘so sexy’ for scientific purposes. I don’t see what that has to do with the experiment."

She pouted and rolled her eyes at his accusations, knowing full well that he was right. Cocky and arrogant, but right. “I don’t see how I can do any testing lying down, mister, but my mind is open, what’s your idea?”

Bobby was rather confused. "Kitty, you're a genius. Are you telling me that you can't fit the pieces together? It's rather easy. I mean, you're here, in my bed. And looking so sexy, if I might be so bold." He brushed his hand over her stomach. He could feel the heat of her body and he hoped that this would give it away if she wasn't catching on. "I want you. I really, honest to goodness, want you."

A nervous giggle escaped her at his first question and a small nod followed the second. “We’ve done the finger test and the kiss test— which by the way is a contaminated sample. Of course it’s going to taste like what you just drank. So… Uh, what do you suggest for test three?”

Bobby chuckled at the mention of a third test. "But why? We know the only reason you wanted to do this 'experiment'," he made the air quotes as he spoke, "is only because you wanted a piece of this." He said, pointing to his torso. "Which I can completely understand. God knows I'm the sexiest and most available non-student here." He pushed her over onto her back. "Now, I do have an idea for a third test if you're really still pushing it, but you need to keep an open mind, okay?"

She was about to open her mouth to ask what he meant by ‘more to the point’ when he kissed her. A little taken aback at first, after a moment she leaned into the kiss, resting her hand on his arm.

He stayed a bit too long on her lips and then pulled away. "Now, how does that taste?" Bobby then laughed. "Sorry, too cheesy." He then put his arm around her. "Are we still going to try to try this experiment?"

She placed a hand on his and took his finger into her mouth, running her tongue along the bottom of it as she sucked. She had only planned to keep it up for a few seconds, just enough to satisfy her curiosity but that was before she realized the syrup hadn’t completely gotten through yet. After a few minutes she stopped. “We didn’t wait long enough,” she told him, “It was weak to start and I only started to really taste it about halfway through.”

"Well, we could wait longer..." He said as he moved his hand over her back slowly. "Or, I could always do something that gets more to the point." He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't something that was forceful, but instead rather tender, hoping that she would finally get the misconstrued mixed signals bullcrap out of the way and they could finally just be.

"I’m sure it’ll work rather quickly actually. Maybe like five to ten minutes wait at the most." He sat next to her on the bed. "So, if you aren’t going to kiss me, how is this experiment going to work?"

"I told you." She held up a finger too him as she spoke. "Your finger is now, for all intents and purposes, a popcicle… Well, not now but when the syrup takes effect it will be.”

"Well then," He took a second to ice over. "This should start to affect the ice soon." As he could feel his feet go to ice, he said. "Welp. here you go." He held up his finger.