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[ she'd have to work up her nerve for that. there's too much uncertainty to just lay that sort of thing out bare in the written word. ]
what if i drop 'professor' and leave the rest?
[ 'mine'. that's the part that matters. even if he isn't, in the ways that matter to other people. ]
what if i drop 'professor' and leave the rest?
[ 'mine'. that's the part that matters. even if he isn't, in the ways that matter to other people. ]
[ She should try telling him in person, then. It's nice to have a permanent record, of course, but Matt can go, and has gone, on lengthy rants about how some things are just better experienced aurally, and this might be one of those things. ]
That sounds like a good start to me.
That sounds like a good start to me.
[ Wow, she really wasn't kidding. ]
You really weren't kidding.
[ Hang on, his brain needs to reboot for a second. You'd think a man who'd been up close and personal with her nipples before wouldn't be so blindsided by the thought that there's absolutely nothing between an item of his clothing and said nipples, but you'd be wrong. ]
You really weren't kidding.
[ Hang on, his brain needs to reboot for a second. You'd think a man who'd been up close and personal with her nipples before wouldn't be so blindsided by the thought that there's absolutely nothing between an item of his clothing and said nipples, but you'd be wrong. ]
That depends on if you want to actually watch something you're interested in or if you want to fool around in a darkened theater.
[ No point in beating around the bush, here. He'd hate to take her to see something she might actually enjoy and distract her the whole time. ]
[ No point in beating around the bush, here. He'd hate to take her to see something she might actually enjoy and distract her the whole time. ]
[ she is absolutely a tease. she's also the kind of tease who looks at her phone, but doesn't reply. class is almost over, anyway, and she has to make a stop afterwards to drop off her things at her apartment — so by the time matthew's secretary (excuse her, his department's secretary) lets him know he has a last minute visitor to office hours, it's just a few minutes past six. ]
you wouldn't turn away a student in need, would you?
you wouldn't turn away a student in need, would you?
That doesn't really answer my question.
[ Except in all the ways that it does. She should tell him about her skirt idea, he'd like that.
A minute or so later, he sends her a link to an actual drive-in theater, less than an hour outside the city. It wouldn't be that far to go for a date, and they could have a good time cooped up in his economical hatchback and be home before bedtime. ]
[ Except in all the ways that it does. She should tell him about her skirt idea, he'd like that.
A minute or so later, he sends her a link to an actual drive-in theater, less than an hour outside the city. It wouldn't be that far to go for a date, and they could have a good time cooped up in his economical hatchback and be home before bedtime. ]
they still have drive-ins? i thought those were extinct like dinosaurs and parachute pants.
[ but she wants to. she very much wants to. ]
think we could make a pitstop first? it'll be a little hard for me to climb in your lap in skinny jeans.
[ maybe he'll want to pick it out. ]
[ but she wants to. she very much wants to. ]
think we could make a pitstop first? it'll be a little hard for me to climb in your lap in skinny jeans.
[ maybe he'll want to pick it out. ]
[ It's probably a blessing that she doesn't continue to text him, because he really doesn't need to be thinking about her tits while he's dealing with his own students. Daisy likes to tease him about how they all want to sleep with him to improve their grades, and she may not be entirely wrong, but he tries hard not to let his mind wander to sexual thoughts when dealing with barely-legal co-eds. He may be a gross pervert who has sex with a girl much younger than him, but he has some standards, thank you.
He's just contemplating whether or not he should pack up his things or try and text her again when his phone buzzes, followed quickly by the phone on his desk ringing.
He knows who this is.
Yeah, thanks Sharon. Just send her back, it's okay. But she's the last one, okay, tell everyone else I've already gone home.
Sharon, the department secretary who is old enough to be and acts just like his mother, chuckles and promises to lie on his behalf, before presumably covering the receiver and telling Daisy to go on ahead. Thanking her again, Matt hangs up and straightens his clothing as he walks towards his door, sticking his head out and waiting until he sees Daisy at the end of the hall before calling out to her, loud enough for Sharon to overhear: ]
Alright, c'mon, I'll squeeze you in before I go home. What's up, Daisy?
He's just contemplating whether or not he should pack up his things or try and text her again when his phone buzzes, followed quickly by the phone on his desk ringing.
He knows who this is.
Yeah, thanks Sharon. Just send her back, it's okay. But she's the last one, okay, tell everyone else I've already gone home.
Sharon, the department secretary who is old enough to be and acts just like his mother, chuckles and promises to lie on his behalf, before presumably covering the receiver and telling Daisy to go on ahead. Thanking her again, Matt hangs up and straightens his clothing as he walks towards his door, sticking his head out and waiting until he sees Daisy at the end of the hall before calling out to her, loud enough for Sharon to overhear: ]
Alright, c'mon, I'll squeeze you in before I go home. What's up, Daisy?
Not only do they still have drive-ins, this drive-in shows double features. You're getting your wish.
[ He can't lie, the thought is appealing to him too, and not just because he likes the idea of being crammed into the back seat with her in the dark with nothing to do but ignore the movie and touch each other. ]
I think we can schedule a few stops along the way if you need to.
[ With incentive like that he'd be stupid to turn her down. ]
[ He can't lie, the thought is appealing to him too, and not just because he likes the idea of being crammed into the back seat with her in the dark with nothing to do but ignore the movie and touch each other. ]
I think we can schedule a few stops along the way if you need to.
[ With incentive like that he'd be stupid to turn her down. ]
[ his co-ed students want to sleep with him because he's their professor. the presumed boost to their grades is just a bonus. daisy, on the other hand, wants to fuck him simply because she wants to do it, and because he's particularly good at it. (she wants to see him for entirely different reasons, but she's not thinking about that right now.)
as for his question... well, she doesn't bother to answer it. instead, she ducks under the arm that's propped against his open doorframe, slipping past him and into the office; it's only once he closes and locks the door behind her that a laugh slips past her once tightly-pressed lips, echoing between them as she pulls herself up onto the corner of his desk.
a familiar scene, maybe. only this time, it's just an oversized university sweatshirt and leggings between the air and her skin, and a head filled with dirty thoughts she had fully intended to place there. ]
Hi, baby. [ all sweetness and sugar, as if she hasn't been purposefully driving him crazy for the last hour, a finger crooked in his direction. ] Miss me?
as for his question... well, she doesn't bother to answer it. instead, she ducks under the arm that's propped against his open doorframe, slipping past him and into the office; it's only once he closes and locks the door behind her that a laugh slips past her once tightly-pressed lips, echoing between them as she pulls herself up onto the corner of his desk.
a familiar scene, maybe. only this time, it's just an oversized university sweatshirt and leggings between the air and her skin, and a head filled with dirty thoughts she had fully intended to place there. ]
Hi, baby. [ all sweetness and sugar, as if she hasn't been purposefully driving him crazy for the last hour, a finger crooked in his direction. ] Miss me?
[ At least this time he can pretend that the closed and locked door is to sell the lie that he's not in his office.
It's hard to care much about that, though, when Daisy hoists herself up onto his desk, her legs swinging coyly, and smirks at him like she knows exactly just what he's been thinking of for the past hour. He'd be annoyed — he is, to be honest, but not enough to do anything about it — but she looks good in his clothes, her leggings doing nothing to hide the shape of her legs from him, the legs he has vivid memories of wrapped around him. ]
You're going to get me fired. [ He doesn't seem to mind, if the way he stalks towards her is any indication, his hands automatically lifting to cup her jaw so he can tilt her head back and lean in to kiss her forcefully, stepping between her knees and pulling her up against him. ] And then who'll fuck you like I do?
It's hard to care much about that, though, when Daisy hoists herself up onto his desk, her legs swinging coyly, and smirks at him like she knows exactly just what he's been thinking of for the past hour. He'd be annoyed — he is, to be honest, but not enough to do anything about it — but she looks good in his clothes, her leggings doing nothing to hide the shape of her legs from him, the legs he has vivid memories of wrapped around him. ]
You're going to get me fired. [ He doesn't seem to mind, if the way he stalks towards her is any indication, his hands automatically lifting to cup her jaw so he can tilt her head back and lean in to kiss her forcefully, stepping between her knees and pulling her up against him. ] And then who'll fuck you like I do?
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[ He is good to her, he knows, but she's good to him too. She's good for him. It's been an embarrassingly long time since he's had someone touch him with tenderness and care, and even if they haven't Talked About Things, he's so grateful to have her that he'll take anything she wants to give him.
Keep it together, Matthew. Play it cool. ]
You already have.
[ Whoops, did he make it uncomfortably emotional there? It just slipped out, honest. ]
Keep it together, Matthew. Play it cool. ]
You already have.
[ Whoops, did he make it uncomfortably emotional there? It just slipped out, honest. ]
[ she's dead and gone the moment he moves towards her, melting with a groan in the back of her throat as his mouth claims her own, her hands looping up around his neck by instinct alone when he tugs her forward. god, but he knows how to handle her; there's barely a second that passes after he asks the (presumably rhetorical) question before daisy breathes out an easy, effortless, ] Nobody.
[ but it's true, really. nobody ever has, she doubts anyone ever will. he's gotten under her skin, found all the little things that make her tick, even gone so far as to teach her things she likes that she never would have dreamed of alone. ]
Are you gonna fuck me, or are you still mad at me for stealing your shirt?
[ pretty please, breathed out in all but words, nails scraping gently along the nape of his neck as his mouth skims over her skin. ]
[ but it's true, really. nobody ever has, she doubts anyone ever will. he's gotten under her skin, found all the little things that make her tick, even gone so far as to teach her things she likes that she never would have dreamed of alone. ]
Are you gonna fuck me, or are you still mad at me for stealing your shirt?
[ pretty please, breathed out in all but words, nails scraping gently along the nape of his neck as his mouth skims over her skin. ]
[ The last time his dick slipped out in her presence it worked out pretty well for them both, so... ]
Never too busy for you, sweetheart.
[ Patently untrue, as loath as he is to admit it. There are times when he is too busy to see her, times when he has to work, or has to see his family, or has to just go home already instead of spending all his time at the university. But he can absolutely make time for her this weekend, even if he has to move other things around.
She's worth it. ]
Never too busy for you, sweetheart.
[ Patently untrue, as loath as he is to admit it. There are times when he is too busy to see her, times when he has to work, or has to see his family, or has to just go home already instead of spending all his time at the university. But he can absolutely make time for her this weekend, even if he has to move other things around.
She's worth it. ]
[ At least she's just as easy for him as he is for her; it's very gratifying to have her play coquettish one minute and then immediately melt into him the next, like he's just too sexy for her to be able to even pretend to resist him for long. He's not sure if that's true, but he appreciates the fact that she seems to think so. It makes the fact that he thinks very similar thoughts about her a lot less embarrassing. ]
Yes. [ Going to fuck her? Still mad? Unclear.
Well, the fact that he's going to fuck her is definitely clear, if the way he lets his hands drop from her neck to grip her waist tightly is any indication.
Sadly, he has other commitments tonight, so even though he promised her he'd eat her out, he's not going to be able to take the same leisurely path he's taken in the past, peeling her slowly out of her clothes and painting every inch of her with his mouth before winding up at his final destination. No, tonight has to be a much more economical affair, and he demonstrates that right out of the gate by taking her by the hips and pulling her off his desk, kissing her a little bit longer before regretfully pulling away and spinning her in his arms so her back is to his front. Sliding his hands back around her, one slipping up under his sweatshirt to palm her hot, smooth skin, the other sliding south so he can fit it comfortably between her thighs and grind up against her through her leggings, he noses in against the side of her head so he can murmur in her ear: ]
Spread your legs for me.
Yes. [ Going to fuck her? Still mad? Unclear.
Well, the fact that he's going to fuck her is definitely clear, if the way he lets his hands drop from her neck to grip her waist tightly is any indication.
Sadly, he has other commitments tonight, so even though he promised her he'd eat her out, he's not going to be able to take the same leisurely path he's taken in the past, peeling her slowly out of her clothes and painting every inch of her with his mouth before winding up at his final destination. No, tonight has to be a much more economical affair, and he demonstrates that right out of the gate by taking her by the hips and pulling her off his desk, kissing her a little bit longer before regretfully pulling away and spinning her in his arms so her back is to his front. Sliding his hands back around her, one slipping up under his sweatshirt to palm her hot, smooth skin, the other sliding south so he can fit it comfortably between her thighs and grind up against her through her leggings, he noses in against the side of her head so he can murmur in her ear: ]
Spread your legs for me.
[ as a child, daisy had wondered who she was. where she came from, what kind of family she might have had, what her mother or her father might have looked like or how they lived or what they filled their time with. as an orphan without any history or even a birth certificate to prove her name, there was no public record to look into, no social media to stalk — all she had was the imprint of a flower on a gold chain and a generic last name given to her upon arrival to saint agnes.
but some things were obvious. the shape of her eyes, the color of her skin, the way she saw herself reflected in the girls who wandered the streets of chinatown — always almost, never quite. when she was younger, still debating the merits of public school educations, daisy had picked up odd jobs on those streets. dog walking, courier services, trash delivery: anything she could do under the table for cash, anonymous and simple.
one of those jobs had found her on the steps of nom wah, an old-fashioned tea parlor deep in the heart of chinatown, and after a few weeks of lingering in the kitchen, they'd invited her to a booth in the back, a place where she could slowly but surely learn the foods of a world she might have belonged in. it's to nom wah she goes almost every saturday, sitting in the same corner booth for hours, her laptop and notes splayed out on the oversized table — and though she doesn't order much, she never leaves hungry.
and it's to nom wah she'll take him, if he'll go. ]
11th and 21st
11:00 am
[ it'd be too obvious to meet him at the lobby of her apartment building, too many eyes around. better to meet him at the nearby subway station, where they can ride the line outside the immediate area of the school in relative anonymity. ]
but some things were obvious. the shape of her eyes, the color of her skin, the way she saw herself reflected in the girls who wandered the streets of chinatown — always almost, never quite. when she was younger, still debating the merits of public school educations, daisy had picked up odd jobs on those streets. dog walking, courier services, trash delivery: anything she could do under the table for cash, anonymous and simple.
one of those jobs had found her on the steps of nom wah, an old-fashioned tea parlor deep in the heart of chinatown, and after a few weeks of lingering in the kitchen, they'd invited her to a booth in the back, a place where she could slowly but surely learn the foods of a world she might have belonged in. it's to nom wah she goes almost every saturday, sitting in the same corner booth for hours, her laptop and notes splayed out on the oversized table — and though she doesn't order much, she never leaves hungry.
and it's to nom wah she'll take him, if he'll go. ]
11th and 21st
11:00 am
[ it'd be too obvious to meet him at the lobby of her apartment building, too many eyes around. better to meet him at the nearby subway station, where they can ride the line outside the immediate area of the school in relative anonymity. ]
[ hot skin and warm hands shouldn't equal a shiver, and yet, daisy practically trembles with anticipation; there's not much more than a brief bob of her head before her body obeys the command, her head tipping back to lean into his chest for a little bit of support. if he hadn't spun her, she imagines his teeth might have dragged along the column of her exposed throat. as it is, a hand curves over the spot, tracing the path up to where his hands had so recently pressed against, cupping with a squeeze against the back of her neck. ]
You should check the pocket. [ of his (her) sweatshirt, less a pocket and more a sling for cold hands to tuck, where a small cellophane bag is tucked inside, containing colorful discs in individual wrappings. planning ahead? or just a tease, a reminder of that first visit when he'd been disappointingly unprepared. ] I got you something.
You should check the pocket. [ of his (her) sweatshirt, less a pocket and more a sling for cold hands to tuck, where a small cellophane bag is tucked inside, containing colorful discs in individual wrappings. planning ahead? or just a tease, a reminder of that first visit when he'd been disappointingly unprepared. ] I got you something.
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