Day 4 for Cavity week! ^.^ Enjoy!
Day 4 / July 24th / Wednesday - AU. Be sci-fi, fantasy, or modern human. Anything not dealing with movie/book canon settings (that aren't covered by Tuesday's prompt) apply here.
OMG I loved writing this!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything from Rise of the Guardians nor the Guardians of Childhood series. I am not William Joyce.
"Ms. Flight, can you take that stack of papers to my office, please?" Pitch Black, longtime historian and history professor at the Guardian City University, asked of his teaching assistant of three minutes. The woman had appeared to him at the end of his last class and announced herself, as if expecting a grand fanfare. He merely looked at her without saying a word, tidying up the pile of essays on the table before handing it to her. She had accepted it easily enough and, for a moment, Pitch wondered which of his colleagues had put her up to this, his eyes straying to her exposed set of cleavage before he looked away. Probably Sanderson, the Psych professor. Maybe he thought that if he would get laid, he'd stop being so harsh on his students.
Leading his new teaching assistant down the hallway, Pitch snorted to himself. Even if he got some, he wouldn't eas up on his teachings. No way. His students have graduated as the best historians and archaeologists GCU could produce for the 20 years he had been teaching there.
His attention was caught by the fact that Toothiana Flight, the pretty brunette at his side, hasn't so much as looked at him since they left the classroom. By the time they had reached his office, Pitch was starting to think she really had been hired to just be his aide. When he heard the door shut behind her, followed by the click of the lock, Pitch merely sighed, a frown tugging at his lips. He was already turning, his mouth open to admonish her when she was suddenly on him, her tongue pushing past his lips. She rubbed herself against him, and Pitch was very aware of the effect she had on him. Judging by her grin, she knew it too.
He grabbed her upper arms and pushed her away from him, his grasp tight as he prevented her from coming closer.
"Ms. Flight, what do you think you are-"
"You don't have to date me!" she exclaimed, cutting him off. "But please, Dr. Black. Your piece on the French Revolution was so inspiring!" She strained to draw herself closer to him. Her voice dropped to a sensual whisper. "You don't know what your writings do to me." At her confession, his grip loosened and she slipped through his grasp to wrap herself around him. "Please," she begged against his lips.
He hesitated for a moment before his lips mashed against hers, his arm wrapping around her waist to draw her closer. She moaned against him.
A knock at the door broke them apart, and Pitch pushed Tooth aside, straightened his tied, and unlocked and opened the door to find Jackson Overland-Frost, one of the sophomores in his History of the Americas class, standing there, his essay in hand.
"I'm sorry I wasn't in class, sir. My sister-" Pitch took the essay from him and merely nodded his head.
"I understand." Pitch was very aware of his teaching assistant still hovering behind him. "Jackson, why don't you show Ms. Flight to the cafe. I'm sure she's starving-" Tooth cut him off.
"Oh, but Dr. Black! I have a few more things to talk to you about!" she insisted. She smiled at Jack. "I will see you in class, Jackson. I'm Dr. Black's new teaching assistant."
"Lucky," he mumbled. "Nice to meet you. See you." He turned and practically fled.
Tooth reached around Pitch to close and lock the door, her arms wrapping around his waist.
"Now. About those things I need to moan to you about."
