[[For zillabean. Contains established Layton/Emmy and something resembling smut. General warning, I'm… not great at writing this kind of stuff. But it was still a fun attempt!
Spoilers: None.
Set: After Miracle Mask I guess.]]
Bold Advances
Layton respected the views of his colleagues and he was keen to take on board anything they had to say. However, he had developed a habit for missing his departmental meetings, be it due to mysteries or puzzles that would pull him away. (Last month, he claimed he was retrieving someone's lost cat from a tree!)
This was precisely one of the reasons why Dean Delmona had employed Emmy. Her job was to keep the professor organised and remind him of his schedule. Dating Layton wasn't exactly amongst her list of duties. Either Dean Delmona hadn't noticed the shift in their relationship, or he had turned a blind eye.
During their latest meeting, Layton's 'number one' assistant/girlfriend was doodling rather than taking notes. Layton was sat next to Emmy, but he couldn't admonish her without interrupting Dr Glaive's speech.
"…I won't give any names yet, but there are certain students who frequently overstep their boundaries. Wouldn't you agree, Professor Layton?"
"Hm?" Layton glanced up from Emmy's scribble of a squashed spider. "Yes, indeed."
"Can you provide us with any examples of misconduct?" Dr Glaive asked. "Though I suppose your classes are always well-composed." The rest of the archaeology staff turned to Layton expectantly.
Layton felt Emmy take his hand under the table. He smiled, grateful for her support, and he said, "You would be surprised, Dr Glaive. As eager as our students are to learn, there is the odd case of misconduct…"
Suddenly, Emmy's hand shifted to his thigh. Layton shot a glance at her. Her innocent smile was still in place. Something wrong, Hershel?
"Cases such as…?" Dr Glaive prompted.
"Such as… frequently hanging back after lectures, requesting private tuition at late hours, making bold advances—" Layton froze as her fingers trailed to his crotch. Of all the times…!
Now Emmy was smirking. Do go on.
The professor coughed, trying to regain his composure. "B-bold advances that should occur outside of the university—!"
Professor Mildrew raised a pale eyebrow. "Between mentor and student?"
"O-of course not," Layton hastily amended. "I meant amongst the students themselves."
Or professor and assistant, Emmy reminded him, rubbing the front of his pants.
Layton gasped, "In a suitable environment!"
"Erm, thank you for clarifying that, Professor," Dr Glaive shuffled some papers in his hands. "Next, we will discuss this semester's departmental funding—"
There was a muffled moan. The archaeology staff gaped at the flushed Professor Layton, who was covering his mouth.
"I-if you will all excuse me," Layton exclaimed. "My assistant and I have an urgent matter we must attend to!" He grabbed Emmy's hand, hauling her from her seat and out of the meeting room. Professor Mildrew tutted behind him. "Always on the go, that one…"
Safely inside a cleaning closet down the hall— the pair of them always seemed to end up here— Layton chided Emmy for her audacious behaviour.
"I just thought I'd liven things up a bit," was her excuse.
"In the presence of my esteemed colleagues?"
She looked down. "You seemed to enjoy it." She bit her lip as he opened his mouth. "Didn't you?"
"P-perhaps," he admitted. There was the rush he felt she touched him; that secret passion the two of them shared. "But there is a time and a place for everything."
Emmy gestured around the closet with a grin. "How about right here, right now? I'll let you call the shots since I've had my turn."
"After Rosa's reaction last time? I think not. You can wait until we get home."
