Ashley dipped the syringe into the water and pulled back the pump, “How much?”

“Fill it up, and we’ll go from there.”

“Take note,” Mrs. Strope yelled to the class, “the sinks are there for a reason. Please don’t squirt water around the room.”

“Well, damn, take away my fun,” Ashley pouted.

“If you were planning on squirting that at me, I suggest you don’t.” the blonde warned.

“And miss a chance to get you wet?” the brunette said seductively, “I think not.”

Spencer rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless as she poured some of the cold water into the beaker.

“Hey, look, the temperature’s going down!” Ashley said happily.

“Mhmm,” Spencer agreed. “Here, click ‘record’ on the computer, would you?”

The brunette nodded and put her hand on the mouse, “Where is it? I don’t see it.”

“It’s over the graph, on the screen,” Spencer said matter-of-factly, as she emptied the syringe into the sink.

“I still don’t see it.”

The blonde grunted as she turned to stand close behind Ashley. She put her hand on top of the brunette’s and moved the pointer right over the ‘record’ button. “Right there,” she whispered into Ashley’s ear.

A shiver went up and down the brunette’s spine, “I wouldn’t do that, Spence,” she warned with a breathy voice. “Otherwise everyone in here is going to know because I’ll kiss you, right here.”

“Yeah, I bet you would,” the blonde said playfully as she moved back to facing the work table.

“We have to go down to 40 degrees C, now, right?” Ashley asked turning serious, again.

“Yeah,” Spencer smiled, “I guess you do understand it.”

“Yeah, I was just being a bitch. It’s not that hard.”

“Okay, well suck out s’more out, and we’ll get it down to 40.”

Ashley took the syringe and dipped it into the beaker, once, more filling it. She went to squirt the water in the sink, when her foot got caught on the bottom of the table. She stumbled and the pump of the syringe hit the counter top, causing some of the water to squirt out.

“YEE!” Spencer yelped, “God damn, that’s hot!”