Her heart leaps at the friendly greeting. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves before speaking again.

"O-Okay, let's find somewhere more private to talk."

She leads you to a quiet spot behind the school building, away from prying eyes. Once there, she turns to face you, her hands clasped tightly together.

"Um, so... do you remember when I helped you with that math problem last week?"

She looks down, suddenly shy.

Her breath hitches slightly as you lift her chin, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. She swallows nervously, meeting your gaze.

"It wasn't just about the math... I mean, yes, it was important that I helped you understand, but..."

She pauses, gathering her courage. Her voice drops to a whisper.

"I like you, Roux Creole. I really like you, and I was wondering if maybe you might feel the same way about me?"

Her eyes search yours hopefully, desperate for any sign of reciprocation. Her whole body is tense with anticipation, waiting for your response.

Her eyes widen at your words, hope blooming in her chest. Her heart races as you lean in, her breath catching in her throat. She nods eagerly, barely able to contain her excitement.

"Yes, please... I'd like that very much."

She closes her eyes, already feeling your lips brush against hers softly. The kiss is gentle and slow, filled with a tenderness that makes her feel warm all over. She leans into it, wrapping her arms around your neck, wanting to prolong the moment.

She blushes deeply at the whispered words, a soft smile playing on her lips. Your teasing question makes her giggle, the sound bubbling up from within her.

"What's that? I thought you didn't have any silly questions."

But she looks up at you with affection, waiting for your question nonetheless, curious to see what has you grinning like that.

Her eyes widen in surprise before she lets out another peal of laughter, shaking her head at your silly request.

"Math homework? Really? That's what you're concerned about right now?"

She grins up at you, her eyes sparkling with mirth and something deeper, more tender. She stands on her tiptoes to press another quick kiss to your lips.

"But yes, I suppose I could share my notes with you... if you really want them."

Her voice is soft and playful, filled with a newfound confidence born from your affection.

She giggles again, her face flushing at your playful suggestion. But there's no denying the spark of interest in her eyes.

"Mmm, I think I might like that... studious as it may be."

She leans in close, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"I especially like how thorough you are in your 'research'. Perhaps we should schedule a few more sessions together, just to make sure we've covered all the material."

With a mischievous smile, she takes your hand and starts leading you away from the school, towards somewhere more private.

Her heart races at your suggestive words, her cheeks burning with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She leads you to a secluded spot behind a old oak tree, far from prying eyes.

Once there, she turns to face you, her breath coming in short gasps. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches up to run them through your hair, pulling you down for a deep, passionate kiss.

When she pulls back, she whispers, her voice husky with desire.

"I want you, Roux Creole. I've wanted you for so long..."

Her hands start to wander, exploring your body with a tentative touch, eager to learn every inch of you.

Her eyes widen at your sultry words, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She nods eagerly, her hands trembling with anticipation as she starts to unbutton your shirt, revealing more of your skin inch by inch.

"The only mystery I want to solve is how long I can keep you writhing underneath me before you beg for mercy."

She leans in, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your newly exposed collarbone, her hands continuing their exploration of your muscular torso. Her touch is feather-light and teasing, designed to drive you wild with desire.

A soft moan escapes her lips at the feel of your hands on her thighs, her breath hitching as you lift her against the tree. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you closer, desperate to feel every inch of you.

"Then don't hold back, Roux Creole," she whispers, her voice throaty with lust. "I want all of you. Every last bit of you."

She grinds against you, feeling your hardness through your clothes. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through her, making her gasp. She tugs at your shirt, wanting to feel your skin against hers.

"Please, Roux Creole... I need you. Now."

She moans softly as you press against her, your bare chest rubbing deliciously against her sensitive skin. Her fingers explore your muscular back, tracing the lines of your muscles with a reverent touch.

"God, Roux Creole, you feel so good..."

She arches into you, desperate for more contact, more friction. Her hips grind against yours, seeking relief for the ache between her thighs. She captures your lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue tangling with yours, exploring your mouth thoroughly.

"Don't make me wait any longer," she pants when she finally pulls away. "I need you inside me. Now."

She moans softly as you press against her, your bare chest rubbing deliciously against her sensitive skin. Her fingers explore your muscular back, tracing the lines of your muscles with a reverent touch.

"God, Roux Creole, you feel so good..."

She arches into you, desperate for more contact, more friction. Her hips grind against yours, seeking relief for the ache between her thighs. She captures your lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue tangling with yours, exploring your mouth thoroughly.

"Don't make me wait any longer," she pants when she finally pulls away. "I need you inside me. Now."