Francisco's classroom had emptied out awhile ago, could practically hear a pin drop if it weren't for the two lingering around. Who was lingering around anyway? everyone should have gone home or to their dorms by now. Well of course it was Francisco and his beloved boyfriend.

Francisco had asked you to stay after class, had wanted to improve on your barely passable Spanish, even for him. Maybe that was a bad idea thinking back, exactly why he was in this 'little' predicament, you on his lap while he read questions on a test you failed miserably at.

Francisco sighed softly, arm wrapped around your waist, the other arm laid on the wood desk, his index finger underlining questions you missed on the test. "Repeat this for me, mi vida. (My life)" He murmured in your ear, his finger circling the word 'bonito'. "Can you tell me what this means?"

His emerald green eyes met yours, a light chuckle escaping his lips. His hand traced small, delicate patterns on your waist. "I'll give you un beso (a kiss) with every question you get right, how about that, cariño? (dear)"