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With your girlfriend Shoko in medical school, many of your nights at her place consist of you doomscrolling in her bed while she sits on the floor in a sea of notes and textbooks studying things far too sciencey for you to understand.
The comfortable silence between you two is interrupted when she stands up and says, “Take your clothes off.”
You make a face and put your phone down, “What did you just say?”
“Take your clothes off!” she repeats. “I have to study anatomy and I need a body to look at.”
Sitting up, you sarcastically respond, “Oh yeah, I'm sure you do.”
You watch her as she walks to her desk, digging through drawers to pull out a black marker. When she turns back around she gives you a deadpan stare, as if you were inconveniencing her by not moving fast enough. Eyeing her suspiciously, you lift your loose t-shirt over your head and lay back down, left bare in your bralette and underwear. She kneels next to you on the bed and looks over you with her brows furrowed. Unashamed, you stare at her. Your eyes trace from hers to the beauty mark beneath her right eye, to her nose, and then her lips. Fuck, she’s fine when she's focused. She starts from your neck, tracing with her warm, long fingers, and uncaps her marker with her teeth. She begins softly writing beneath your neck and you jerk up from the tickle of the marker in protest. Solely focused on the spot on your neck, she absentmindedly applies light pressure to your chest to push you back down.
She clicks her tongue and mumbles, “Shhhh its gonna wash off. Just be still for me, hm?”
Your body warms at her hushed and dismissive tone, and you silently lay back down. Continuing her tracing, with that beautiful monotone voice she starts saying words that you don't know.
“Carotid, subclavian…”, she mumbles.
Everywhere she traces goosebumps follow, and you’re not too sure if it's from the warmth of her fingers, your lack of clothes, or the light tickle of the marker. You exhale deeply, close your eyes for your own sanity, and let her continue.
After each trace and label she slowly makes her way down your body. “Brachial artery… ummm iliac artery…” Its a bit relaxing once you get used to it, her voice and light touches almost put you in a trance with each passing word. That is, until she traces the length of your inner thigh. You gasp. It might as well had been a burn the way you flinch.
So focused on getting the names of whatever the hell she’s tracing right, Shoko has the nerve to ask, “Why are you so jumpy?”
You sputter a little, not sure how to respond, “Because!”
She finishes labeling the spot she traced with her marker and puts the cap on it with her teeth. She eyes you and shifts her body to straddle your waist. Her hands hold her weight above your shoulders as she settles on your hips and leans in. With a smirk she closes the distance between your faces and looks you directly in your eyes, pinning you with her fierce gaze. Your eyes bounce between hers.
“Because what, baby? Because you like it?” she teases.
Your body warms again and you nod, clenching your thighs together and fidgeting under her gaze to slyly relieve the slight thrumming between your legs. Of course she notices, and the focused glint in her eyes shift to something far more sinister, and far too familiar.
She moves closer with her lips tickling your ear. She kisses it lightly before she whispers, “I asked you a question.” Her breath warms your skin there, and she follows her question with a light nibble to your earlobe that makes you shiver. She continues, “I said, is it because you like it?”
You swallow and she watches the movement of your throat before locking her eyes on yours once again.
“I do” you say confidently, somewhat like a challenge.
She chuckles and repositions her face over yours to passionately lock your lips together, a little messy and just the way you like it. Your hands make their way to her bottom to pull her impossibly closer as she starts to lick into your mouth. Breathing heavily, you two pull apart with a string of spit still connecting your lips.
Knowing you don’t really mean it, you say out of breath, "Shoko…”, she kisses you again, “...you’re supposed to be studying.”
She hums in acknowledgment and moves to your neck again, tracing the same spot on your neck as she did earlier, but now her fingers are replaced with her warm, slick tongue. Your eyes flutter closed and you tug her hair in response to pull her back.
With that cocky grin of hers, she laughs, “Whatttt, there’s an artery righttttt there.”
You both giggle headily as she traces it with her finger again, the spot still wet from her tongue.
You grip her hand, peck her lips, and lace your fingers together. “How about this. you finish whatever freaky little study method you were doing before, and thennnn you can demonstrate where all my arteries are with your tongue, hm? How does that sound?”
She sighs and reluctantly rests back into her original straddling position, as if it pains her to move her lips further and further away from the softness of yours. She pouts, “Fine… as long as you promise…”
You laugh and caress her thigh, “Yes, baby, I promise after you're done you can teach me whatever you want.”
She gives you one more kiss and grabs her marker again to continue her labeling (at a way faster pace than before).