[ 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?
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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?