She was the teacher; he, the student.
Classes were held every day, at her house, after his job.
Eleven to one.
No pencils, textbooks or taking down notes were required.
Only three items were needed to be brought.
Two of the items were mandatory; they had to be brought every session, no matter rain or shine.
The third, however, could be anything he wanted.
But it had to be…
Different.
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"Good morning," she said as she flung open the door, smiling up at him.
He flashed one back, the sun beating down on his black baseball cap. "Hey."
Stepping aside to allow him into the relief her house offered, she eyed the backpack slung over his shoulder. Somehow, the printed "LVPD" on it seemed more suggestive than usual.
But then again, he was the one carrying it…
"I'm going to get ready," she told him. "You can navigate yourself around here?" She gestured vaguely.
He gave his signature smile, laugh lines showing. "We've been doing this for three months now. I think I know where to find you."
She winked and disappeared down the hall to her bathroom, carelessly tossing back her black jacket to reveal a red top.
He chuckled to himself as he thought about their lessons. They were always fun, yet intense. She was both gentle and forceful. She knew what she wanted from him.
And he could always make her smile.
He heard the sound of a flushing toilet and the creak of the opening bathroom door.
It was time.
He quickly unzipped his backpack and withdrew the three objects. Stashing them into his pocket, he took off his cap, laid it down on the counter of the kitchen and made his way down the hall.
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He knocked softly on the door of what he liked to call their "classroom" and opened it. She was dressed in white now, back to him as she was drawing the curtains, swaying slightly on her usual pair of stilettos.
"Got it?" she asked, turning to face him.
He withdrew the two usual objects from his front pocket and laid them down on the nearby table.
She picked one up, retreated to a corner, opened it and used it. He picked up the other one and slipped it on, turning away from her.
"Okay," her breath quickened as she stashed her item into a drawer. "What did you bring?"
Unable to keep himself from grinning, from his back pocket he pulled out a—
"Cuffs, Nicky?!" she laughed, falling to the feather bed.
"Why not? C'mon, it'll be cool."
She let out a last giggle and stood up, closing the gap between them. With her shoes, she was nearly up to his eyes now. She could feel his chest bounce up and down in anticipation, his heart beating to the same rhythm as hers. Her mouth slightly agape, she looked up at him.
"Ready?"
Oh, goodness; those sensual eyes were enough to send him into shock.
"You know I always am."
With a shake of her strawberry blonde curls, Catherine Willows let the bathrobe fall to her feet, a fluffy white puddle forming around her black heels.
"So, Sexual Reproduction 101—Let's begin."
