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"Now, we're going to review."
He stills his minstrations between your legs. You make a noise, some sad mix between confusion and protest. His pause, while a bit agonizing, allows you to slowly comprehend what he just said.
"Wh-whuh--what?"
He gives you a lazy smirk and, with a single finger, gives you a light, gentle swipe across where you've been leaking, sending a shudder through you.
"I said," he intones with feigned impatience, "we are going to review what I just taught you."
Oh, shit, shit shit.
Fuck.
You just wanted to hear Siebren talk smart with that beautiful, wonderful voice of his. That beautiful, wonderful mouth of his...
What was he talking about? Shit.
"Oh," you manage, and you see the mischief twinkle in his eye.
He lowers his voice, and his eyes to your crotch, making you feel particularly self-conscious for some reason, as if he was almost speaking to it instead of you, "You only need to answer more questions correctly than not. 10 questions total. If you have more incorrect answers than correct," he pauses to touch a finger to your core, giving your body another reactive jolt, "the number of wrong answers more than correct is each another 24 hours of denial."
Oh, indeed-- oh no.
With a light sigh, he smiles up at you from between your legs and casually begins, "I will start easy: What was the name of the famous experiment was I telling you about?"
You clenched your jaw with nerves as you tried to rattle your memory, before you slowly gathered, "Uhh-- the double, something... the double slit experiment..." and you mentally gave a "whew" in relief.
His smile breaks into a grin, "Oh, good start, my dear, one point for you."
That shouldn't make your cheeks heat up, that's ridiculous.
Your cheeks heat up.
"Second question. What field of science does the double slit experiment fall under?"
You furrow your eyebrows with uncertainty, hoping it isn't a trick question because it seems a bit easy to guess. "Physics."
He nods, "good, good. Another point."
He closes his eyes and nuzzles the inside of your thigh near your knee.
This feels lovely, and you smile a little as you drift into the feeling.
Without opening his eyes, he speaks again, "Third question."
Oh, right.
"In what century was this experiment devised?"
You grimaced, and guessed, trying to think of a time that would make sense, a large hand absently caressing the outside of your other thigh. "20th century?"
He purses his lips as he stilled his motions, causing your heart to drop a little. "Hmm, one point for me - the double slit experiment was in fact devised in the 19th century. Alright, next question."
Your legs were already open to fit him between them, but the hand on your thigh curled around a bit more, and with a slow and steady grip, pulled apart both your thighs and your sanity further. The spread heightened your sense of exposure and you suppressed a whine.
"The double slit experiment tests the properties of what?"
Brain fuzzy now, it was getting harder and harder for you to comprehend and reason on things like "experiment" or "properties", much less continue to recall the things he enthusiastically explained while doing truly unspeakable things with those deliciously long fingers.
You began to muster a mumble, hoping the answer would crop up from somewhere in the brain you presumably had, "Uuhhhnn... The uh, properties of, uhhh--"
Those very same fingers deliberately brushed along the innermost corner of where your leg met your hip, forcing the most pathetic sound out of your restraint, much to Siebren's amusement.
He eyes you with a most mercilessly smug expression and chuckles, "oh, you poor thing, heb je moeite met opletten in de klas?"
Fuck.
Fucking physics.