I don’t give her time to back out.

Before Ashley had time to change the terms of the agreement, I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers. I only lasted a moment before she pushed me away in feigned shock. “What are you-”

I didn’t let her finish. “Hey, you promised! A real kiss this time.” Ashley gave a puzzled expression before remembering that she had, in fact, promised a real kiss. Her shoulders slumped for a moment before she regained her bearings. “I know, but-”

I cut her off again, this time by putting a hand on her shoulder and pushing her down on the couch. Her back hit the soft cushion with a **** that caused her to exhale sharply, and my mouth was upon hers in that instant. I recklessly shoved my tongue into her mouth, where it quickly found hers. Ashley simply accepted my movements for a moment before beginning to reciprocate, perhaps deciding that while I was pushing the edges of the agreement a bit, this was still just a kiss and she might as well enjoy herself. Her tongue wrestled forcefully with mine, and her hands moved to my chest, preventing me from pressing closer to her small form. I enjoyed my well-earned make out session for a long moment, before it was time to get greedy. I moved one of my hands, previously buried in her hair, down to paw awkwardly at one of her breasts. This seemed to bring Ashley out of the moment, and she summoned up a surprising amount of strength in order to shove me off of her, ending our fun for the moment.

“Hey! I agreed to a kiss, not to being groped.” She sat back up and straightened her clothes, making sure to give a few angry huffs as she did so. I did my best to look contrite, and made no comment as she grabbed the notebook and pencil, and gave me a few more squiggles to deal with. I stared at the squiggles for a while, turned the page, sighed, and shook my head. “What’s wrong? These ones aren’t that much harder than the ones you just did.”

I shrugged helplessly. “Sorry, Ash. I’m just distracted. I mean, I feel bad, you know? I thought you were enjoying yourself, but now you’re mad at me.”

Ashley's face softened, and she put a hand on my knee. "I'm not mad at you. And the kiss was… nice.”

My face brightened at this, and I turned to her, “Really?”

“R-really, yes.” Ashley was blushing, but managed to continue, “But I think you’re close to making real progress on your math, too,” She placed the notebook back in my hands, “So come on. For me?”

I nodded, my resolve strengthened. “Okay, and then maybe after-”

Ashley put her hand over my lips, cutting me off, “After, we’ll see what happens, okay?”

That was good enough for now, so I nodded, and set to work.