{Melisa}
Professor Hendrick's voice droned on about theoretical Essence applications in defensive ward construction. Melisa tried to take notes, mainly because her ward game was weak. She hadn't focused on that aspect of magic too much throughout the years. She really tried to focus, but Isabella had other plans.
"Your neck looks lonely," Isabella whispered, shifting on Melisa's lap. "I can fix that."
"My neck is fine."
"Disagree." Warm lips pressed against her pulse point.
[God give me strength.]
Melisa's quill scratched across parchment: The crystalline matrix structure of—
Isabella's tongue flicked out.
The quill jerked, leaving a long ink trail across half the page.
"Isabella!"
"Hmm?" She replied, all innocence, batting her eyes.
"I'm trying to learn."
"So am I. Currently, I'm studying the correlation between neck kisses and nim arousal responses. Promising results, I must say."
