Seriously the shortest thing I've written in my life! You could call it a fluffy drabble.
The red and black digital clock read '11:45'. It was dark outside and everyone was sleeping, subconsciously getting their minds and bodies ready for their college classes tomorrow; students and professors alike. Everyone, that was, except an eighteen-year-old boy who was sitting comfortably on the couch next to the clock. Saddling his lap, snuggling and kissing him, was none other than his blonde girlfriend.
She practically had him stubbornly pinned down to the couch. Both her hands were cupping his face, claiming his mouth for her self. Both of his hands were holding her waist. They'd been in that position for more than an hour. She pulled apart from him for the umpteenth time that night; ending yet another dramatically-driven and passionate kiss, smiling down at him as he caressed her thigh protectively.
"You know, Miss Vortex, you shouldn't be out here so late," Jimmy smirked.
"Tell me something I don't know, professor," Cindy smirked back at him, letting a low chuckle escape from her lips.
"You're not gonna let it go, are you?" Jimmy smiled, shaking his head with an amused expression on his perfectly peaceful face.
Cindy sat straight up with a thoughtful expression, "No… nope."
Because it wasn't so weird to have your professor be your boyfriend was it?