Here I have yet another smutty fanfiction for all you people out there! XD Here's hoping this will hold you over until I get a chance to complete the first part of my Dangan Ronpa fanfiction(it will take a while..."-_-)! Until then, I got pretty into writing this one. After all, the OC this pairing centers around is very near and dear to my heart, as she was one of the first OCs I created, for my #1 husbando (:3). BIG NOTICE THOUGH: I SPOIL PROFESSOR LAYTON AND THE UNWOUND FUTURE CONTINUOUSLY IN THIS FANFIC, AS WELL AS AZRAN LEGACY. THAT SAID, IF YOU MIND SPOILERS TO THE TWO BIGGEST GAMES IN THE PROFESSOR LAYTON SERIES (in my opinion), STAY AWAY FROM THIS STORY! Otherwise, if you love graphic, explicit sexy times stuff, please, enjoy the story and feel free to leave a comment or review. As a rookie fanfic writer, any feedback is appreciated (within certain boundaries, of course ;)). I do not own the Professor Layton series, any puzzles within this story, or any of its characters, except for my OC, and I do not own the idea of Strip Puzzles. The idea of Strip Puzzles comes from the oneshot by the same name written by The Mocking J on this site. Shout-out to The Mocking J for letting me use the idea in this story of mine, as well as some of the content in their story, thank you so much! Check out The Mocking J's work if you get the chance, as I super recommend their work, and thank you all for taking the time to read my smut. :3 As always, enjoy!
"Your tea, Professor." Vivian stated, holding the saucer and cup full of Earl Grey over his shoulder. The professor turned his head slightly, his eyes softening upon seeing the beverage. Taking the teacup, he turned towards his assistant and smiled.
"Thank you, my dear." He said with a small nod. The milky-pink-haired girl replied back with a smile of her own, backing away and disappearing into the kitchen to pour herself a cup. As she took the kettle off the stove and retrieved another teacup from the cupboard, Vivian began to ponder how lonely everyday life seemed. Not to say that there weren't people she could converse with besides the professor, but with Luke being overseas due to his father's change in job location, Flora going to school and being a part of several after-school clubs, and Emmy being off who-knows-where on a journey of self-improvement, the environment became so quiet in the Layton household. Things had finally slowed down after several weeks of the press trying to cover the story of the giant automaton that rose up from under the London streets, constantly asking for testimony from her, Professor Layton, and Luke, since they had all been in direct contact with the culprit before he launched his attack. The comfortable doldrums of everyday life had finally taken over again, with no big adventures to speak of; however, some things had changed. Luke no longer frequented the professor's domain, and Flora was even beginning to become an uncommon sight, only appearing at dinner before she vanished up to her room to finish her homework or call a friend, or even to sleep over with one of her friends, which she just so happened to be doing that evening. The professor actually began to live in his own house again, after spending countless nights sleeping on the cushy couch in his office, though on the off occasion that he had a copious amount of papers to grade, he would find himself dozing off in that small study, alongside Vivian, who, being his self-appointed bodyguard or, more often than not, his self-appointed assistant, would find herself sleeping in a chair in that room. The girl also noticed that the professor did not wear his hat all the time like he used to, taking the top hat off from time to time, but only when no one else was around. He didn't seem to mind Vivian seeing him hatless, though; however, today he had decided to wear his hat as he calmly flipped through the pages of an archaeology essay.
Is this his way of recovering from his grief? By detaching himself from the object that was a precious gift from Claire? Is he only comfortable showing me this side of him because Claire was a dear person to me as well? These thoughts plagued Vivian on occasion, and she was well-aware of the reason. Of all the people she knew, even though Professor Layton was nearest and dearest to her, he was the most difficult person to read. After having time to get to know her friends, Vivian would be able to easily pinpoint what a person was thinking based on their shift in facial expression or vocal tone. The professor, on the other hand, was almost always stone-faced, save for a gentle smile here or there, or maybe a determined expression. He had always had a certain air of mystery about him, a feeling that he still had secrets left to divulge.
Vivian had been in love with the professor for a long time, and the fact that she couldn't tell what he was thinking aggravated her slightly. She wanted to know when he was angry or sad so she could be there to comfort him, or when he was happy so she could be happy with him.
All these thoughts finally settled as Vivian finished pouring her cup of tea, placing the kettle back on the stove and turning the appliance off. Then she took her cup and saucer and returned to the large study. Setting her cup down on the table, the girl was about to sit, when she suddenly had a mundane epiphany.
"Oh, that's right! I forgot to check the mail today." She said to no one in particular. Vivian quickly made her way over to the door and walked outside. The lady paused to take a breath of fresh air, savoring the aroma of the flowers nestled in the garden boxes before turning to the mailbox. Even being almost twenty-five years old, Vivian couldn't help but receive a childlike burst of joy upon finding mail in the mailbox, even if it wasn't for her, and, lo and behold, the mailbox wasn't empty today. Inside she found three letters, which she promptly removed from the box. Walking back into the house, Vivian flipped through the letters to see that they were all for the professor, but one return address stopped her short. The first two letters were from billing companies Vivian recognized by this point, but the third letter was from one of the last people she expected to contact either of them.
"Uhm, Professor?" She called out to him, as he seemed to be taking a break from grading papers to gaze out the window at the cloudless afternoon sky. He turned and stood at her voice, as she beckoned him over with a small hand motion.
"Whatever is the matter, Vivian?" The professor questioned. Vivian replied by holding the mail out to him and nodding at the letters she held. Raising a confused eyebrow, Layton took the letters and began to flip through them, stopping on the third just as his assistant had.
"Emmy Altava…" Professor Layton murmured, as though the name was a long-forgotten memory only just now resurfacing.
Emmy and their group had left on…uncertain terms. While Emmy and the professor had said their goodbyes with a hug and he had seen her off with a smile, the amount of forgiveness he had for her could not be pinpointed. After all, Emmy had enlisted as the professor's assistant as a disguise for her true goal; spying for the furthering of Targent's endeavors. That being said, it was impossible to say that Emmy had not formed real connections with the professor, Luke, and even Vivian, who, upon meeting the sprightly brunette, had stated deadpan, "You are dangerous." Nevertheless, she was still able to see Emmy off with a smile and a nurturing, "Be careful out there." However, Emmy responded a short while after with a smirk, saying, "Don't think that because I'm leaving, I'm not going to be your wingman anymore!" To be honest, Vivian had had no idea what Emmy was talking about at the time, and she didn't even know what a wingman was at that point.
With a small smile, the professor handed the letter addressed from Emmy back to Vivian.
"Vivian, my dear, would you please read this letter out loud?" The assistant replied with a nod. Back in St. Mystere, Vivian often joked that the professor couldn't read because he always asked Luke to read the diary pages they found around town out loud. Suffice to say, the professor didn't quite understand the joke, as he was firm in the idea that he could read, being a college professor. Even if he took things too literally sometimes, Vivian understood why he had his apprentice or assistant read vital clues out loud: making the obtainment of important information a joint effort, he wanted them to feel like they were included in the grand adventure, not wanting them to feel left out.
With a flourish, Vivian whipped out her small pocket knife and began to cut into the letter, as the professor returned to his desk. Even though the letter was clearly addressed to the Layton household, the first line of the letter opened the audience up to more than one person. Taking a deep breath, Vivian began to read.
"Dear Professor Layton and co.,
How are you all doing? I've been doing fine myself, though I'm still not sure if I'm ready to return just yet. Besides, I'm sure Luke and Vivian are helping you miles more than I ever did. I wish I could've written you sooner, but it was difficult just getting my thoughts in order on a page. Honestly, I had planned on keeping to myself until I thought we could meet again; however, I finally thought of a reason to contact you two earlier than I had intended. I plan on this letter reaching you on March 13th, my birthday, and I hadn't thought of anything that I would want or need this year. Then my mind flashed back to you two, and I finally decided on what I want. For my birthday, I would like the two of you to play strip puzzles-"
At this sentence, Professor Layton nearly choked on the tea he was sipping and Vivian's mouth fell open as though her jaw had suddenly become unhinged. She gave the professor a look of concern mixed with shock and confusion, and a bit of embarrassment before she turned her attention back to the letter.
"-to its completion. I know this is a selfish request, and you two have every right to say no, but isn't the first rule of being a gentleman to never deny the request of a lady? Please consider this, and stay well.
Sincerely,
Emmy Altava"
Vivian looked up to see the professor's attention was far from his work, as he simply stared at the floor with a dust of red coloring his cheeks. His assistant felt she must've looked a similar way, as her face felt extremely hot. Intending to reread the letter to herself and make sure that she hadn't missed any keys to this joke or whatever it was Emmy was trying to pull, her eyes fell upon the phrase, "FOR VIVIAN'S EYES ONLY BELOW". The assistant felt slightly guilty for keeping part of a letter addressed to the professor secret, but she did not know what the contents intended only for her were. With a sigh, Vivian excused herself, saying she was going to refill her cup of tea, exiting into the kitchen, letter in hand. Behind the closed door, Vivian began to read this exclusive content.
"P.S. Vivian, I know you probably don't trust me after everything I've done, but I'm being completely serious about the strip puzzles thing. I know you love the professor, more than anybody I know ever could, and I feel like the two of you could be really happy together! Neither of you knows how the other feels or how a romantic relationship would work between you two because you've never been in a situation where those feelings could come to light. Well, as your wingman, I am here to provide that opportunity! Don't miss this chance, Vivian, because I don't know when you're going to get another! I just have one tip, and it's the one thing I kept telling you from the beginning: don't be afraid to assert yourself. The professor is set in how he views acts of a sexual nature (believe me, I know), so you just have to meet him shoulder to shoulder and just give him a little nudge! I expect to hear the results from you soon, and you better be honest! My current line of work does have me travelling from city to city, but thankfully we're taking a break for two weeks in Manchester, so send me a letter at the return address on the envelope, and don't leave out any juicy details!
Your Wingman,
Emmy Altava"
Reading the final signature, Vivian let her hands drop to her thighs, still clutching the letter. We could be really happy together? She's providing an opportunity for me? How romantic. Vivian closed her eyes and shook her head. Crazy. Absolutely crazy. And yet… Her thoughts began to drift to images of sitting across from her professor with nothing on but her undergarments, him gazing upon her with lust as he slowly, slooowly removes his shirt, then moving to unbutton his trousers. Freed from his clothes, he leans forward to capture her lips in a heated kiss-
Vivian jumped at the sound of the kitchen door creaking open, quickly bringing the letter up to her chest. She caught her breath once she saw it was just the professor entering, although the sight of him did nothing to slow her heartbeat or extract the heat from her face.
"Vivian, are you alright?" He asked, a look of concern clear as day on his features. Professor Layton looked down to see the letter still in Vivian's hand.
"I-I was just rereading the message. I wanted to see if there were any clues as to whether or not Emmy was joking." At this she stole a brief glance at the words, "I'm being completely serious." She quickly pulled her eyes away and her expression slightly darkened into one of concern. "It seems she's being serious about this."
The professor brought a hand to his mouth, using his other arm as a support for his bent elbow, closing his eyes and stepping away to pace. Vivian found herself smiling knowing that this was a habit of his when he needed to think. So cute… The girl found herself wondering about a specific part of the message only she read, in which Emmy seemed to imply that she had come across a sexual situation with the professor before, saying he was set in his ideas when it came to sexual scenarios and adding, "believe me, I know."
The words passed her lips before she had the chance to stop and think.
"Professor, have you ever played strip puzzles with Emmy before?" Vivian slapped a hand over her mouth in time to see the professor's eyes widen. For a moment, an awkward silence hung between the two. Layton then brought a hand up to adjust his hat, bringing it over his eyes as a blush began to form across his cheeks.
"Yes…I have." He replied, as though ashamed he had even humored the idea. Readjusting his hat to its normal level, he noticed Vivian's questioning gaze before continuing. "The Laytonmobile had broken down and wouldn't start, after we had dropped Luke off at his home one day. The repairman was to arrive around seven o'clock the next morning, and, not wanting to impose on the Tritons, our only option was to sleep in the car. Emmy then got the notion of this game and said we should play it, goading me by saying I could never refuse a puzzle or the request of a lady." Vivian noticed that the recounting of this story was making the professor break out into a sweat. She removed the handkerchief she always kept in her chest pocket and handed it to the professor. Layton nodded and gave a small, unsure smile as he dabbed at his temples. "I put my foot down after removing my jumper, saying that this had gone far enough, to which she said, 'I guess you're right. We could always start where we left off tomorrow evening at your house.'"
"What happened after that?" The girl couldn't deny that she was curious, even though telling this tale seemed to take a toll on the professor.
"…Suffice it to say, the twelve hours we had to wait for the repairman were much longer and more uncomfortable than they would've been if Emmy hadn't suggested that idea." The professor was looking to the side now, away from Vivian, his eyes clouded with…something, a collection of emotions she couldn't sift through completely. Discomfort? Anger? Sadness?...Lust? The words the assistant had just read began revisiting the forefront of her brain.
"don't be afraid to assert yourself"
"Don't miss this chance"
"I don't know when you're going to get another!"
"Did you…like it?" Vivian asked on impulse.
"Did I like what?" The professor responded.
"Did you like…seeing her take her clothes off? Taking your own off?" Questions kept falling from the girl's lips like a deluge. The words didn't seem to register at first, Layton's face going completely blank, before he looked to his assistant with surprise and embarrassment written on his face.
"Well I, I-I mean, where on Earth-"
"I'd like to do it. Play strip puzzles, I mean."
"…"
"…"
"…You, You're sure?"
Vivian could only give a firm nod. She couldn't deny it anymore. She wanted this. She wanted this, and Emmy, even after years of being AWOL, could still read her like an open book.
"I…I'd like to try it…I-I honestly can't deny my own curiosity."
Whether or not the apple of her eye loved her back, or even could think of her romantically…Vivian had been given a chance to find out, and she wasn't about to waste it. Seeing as how Emmy and the professor were able to talk and go about their daily lives as though it had never happened, Vivian felt that, if the results were fruitless, she and the professor could also return to their previous bond of friendship.
After what felt like hours, Professor Layton finally cleared his throat and spoke.
"Why don't we relocate to the living room?" To this, Vivian gave a small smile and a nod, as she followed the professor to retrieve their tea and move to the living room.