"Shit. I almost forgot!" Megan jumped to her feet, frantically digging through her closet for something decent to wear. "I promised my dad I'd attend Mr Guerrin's lecture today."

"Whose?" Léonie, her roommate, raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

It was getting dark already, and normally, they'd have settled into their usual peaceful evening routine now, each of them with a book or a laptop, doing homework for their college classes, or just relaxing after a long day.

"Teagan Guerrin. He's an old friend of my father's, a history prof from Redcliffe." Megan squeezed herself into a tight pink sweater and grabbed a skirt from the closet floor, critically inspecting it for stains and wrinkles. "He's here in Montsimmard to talk about Fereldan-Orlesian relations tonight. You know, as part of that cultural exchange programme where they invite Fereldan lecturers to come over here."

"But your major is modern languages." Léonie sounded irritated. "Why would you attend a history lecture?"

"I told you, my father wants me to go. Said it would only be polite." Megan grimaced as she reached for her shoes. "I'm probably going to be bored stiff."

"Well… Have fun, then." With a yawn, Léonie reached for her book, not even bothering to look up when Megan left the room.

Fortunately, the lecture turned out to be quite interesting after all. Most of Montsimmard University's professors were there, too, and quite a few history students Megan knew from sight. Teagan Guerrin was a decent speaker, and he spiced up the dry subject with lots of amusing little anecdotes and lesser-known facts. He was looking good for his age, too, Megan mused, his reddish hair still thick and luscious, his beard short and well-kept.

After the lecture, she hung around for a moment, to make sure she'd done her filial duty. She hadn't expected more than a brief greeting from the professor, but when she approached him, he turned to her with a wide smile.

"Miss Cousland! Your father said you were a student here, but I didn't think you'd show up for my lecture." He sounded genuinely happy to see her. "I must say, I'm flattered."

"Mr Guerrin." Against her wish, she felt a flush rise to her cheeks. "That was an awesome lecture. So original and informative. And please… you can keep calling me Megan. You've known me since I was a kid."

"But you're not a child anymore." His eyes travelled up and down her body so quickly she wasn't sure she hadn't just imagined it. He chuckled at her evident discomfort. "All right, Megan. But if I call you by your first name, it's only right if you do the same. Call me Teagan."

"I… That isn't what I-" Megan felt her flush deepen. Shit. This was weird. Her parents had never subscribed to the modern notion that children should call grown-ups by their first names, and it felt decidedly odd to address Mr Guerrin - Teagan, she reminded herself - just like she would one of her buddies. Then again, she would probably only make things worse if she kept talking about it. "Okay. Teagan."

He smiled at that, and took her hand. "Is there anything I can do for you while I'm here, Megan? Oh, I know." He looked around searchingly. "Duncan said he was going to take me out to dinner at a fancy restaurant near my hotel. Would you like to come along?"

"What? No, I don't think I can do that." Megan just about stopped herself from making a face. Though, if she was honest, his offer was more than a little enticing. There were only so much noodles and take-away meals a person could eat, and her own attempts at cooking hadn't been all that satisfactory so far. "Really, I-"

"Come on." As if he'd read her thoughts, Teagan winked at her conspiratorially. "I'm sure you could do with a decent meal once in a while. And besides…" He lowered his voice even further. "I'd be glad to have some more company. Duncan and I don't really get along all that well."

Duncan. That had to be Professor Arryn he was referring to. Megan had taken one of his classes last term, and she'd enjoyed it, quite a bit. And yes, here he was, coming toward them, easily recognizable by his thick black beard and his strong shoulders.

Teagan was still looking at her. "Please?"

Megan hesitated. If she was quite honest, she was a little uncomfortable with Teagan Guerrin's sudden interest in her. Sure, he was nice and all that, but she really wasn't into older men and-

"Ah, Teagan. Ready for dinner?" Professor Arryn's deep, warm voice cut through her thoughts, and she felt a pleasant shiver run down her spine.

Okay. Scratch that last bit. Apparently, she was quite interested in older men, if they came with a voice and a body like his.

"Duncan." Teagan nodded at him, and yes, there was a definite strain in his tone. "You don't mind if Miss Cousland joins us for dinner, do you?"

"Not at all." His dark eyes were regarding her with intense focus. "Megan, isn't it? I remember you from my basic linguistics class last term."

Megan felt her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You do?" At the time, she hadn't noticed him taking any particular interest in her. Though, to be fair, she might have been too busy ogling his bare forearms.

"Why wouldn't I?" There were fine laugh-lines around his eyes now. "You did a good job on that paper. And I don't think you missed a single class."

She wasn't sure what to reply, but fortunately he didn't expect an answer.

"Of course you can join us." He gestured toward the door. "Come on. My car's outside."

They spoke little on the drive to the restaurant. Megan had chosen to sit in the back, and the two men were quiet, except for a few polite phrases. Teagan opened the door for her when they arrived, with a little old-fashioned bow and again, Megan wasn't sure what to think about it. Was he flirting with her? Or just being his normal kind self? It was hard to tell.

It turned out she needn't have worried about him. When they arrived at the restaurant, a large group of professors and teaching assistants was already waiting for them at a table at the back of the room. As the honoured guest from Ferelden, Teagan immediately became the centre of attention.

Megan felt a bit lost at first, so she focussed on watching everyone and listening to their conversations. It was a bit boring, to tell the truth, but the food was wonderful, and she tucked in with a good appetite.

Next to her, Duncan Arryn chuckled softly. "It's nice to see someone actually appreciate the food here."

She glanced over to gauge whether he was making fun of her, but he seemed serious. And he had a point. Everyone else seemed far too busy sounding cultivated and impressive to enjoy the spicy little meat balls. "It's delicious."

"You like Rivaini cuisine, then?" He was smiling now, and the smile transformed his face, making him look a lot more accessible. "My mother was from Rivain. It's nice to get a taste of home now and again."

Megan nodded. So he was half-Rivaini. Yes, that would explain his dark good looks. And maybe account for the fact that he wasn't quite as stuffy as Orlesian professors in general.

"I love Rivaini food." She smiled tentatively back. "I got hooked on the taste when I was in Dairsmuid some time ago."

"You've been to Rivain?" He looked genuinely interested.

"Yes. During my gap year. I was working on a cruise ship, as part of the entertainment staff." Megan had fond memories of that particular trip.

"Wow. That's hard work." He looked sober. "You must be tougher than you look."

"Not all that tough. I was with good friends and we helped each other out." She felt a small pang of nostalgia at the thought of their little gang. Alistair, Morrigan, Sten, Daveth… and Zevran, of course. She missed them all, but Zev in particular.

Their little exchange had effectively broken the ice, and they happily chatted away for the rest of the meal. Teagan was busy soaking up the attention of a stunning young TA from Val Royeaux, who was shamelessly making eyes at him, so Megan didn't feel bad about neglecting him. The red wine flowed freely, and soon enough Duncan and she were on a first-name basis, too. He was funny and charming, once he dropped his formal mask, and Megan was enjoying herself, more than she had anticipated.

When it was finally time to go, Teagan threw her a guilty glance. "Megan. I hope you had a good time. Can I call you a taxi?"

"No need." Duncan made a dismissive gesture. He had very expressive hands, Megan had observed during the evening, and he tended to use them a lot to underscore his words. "I can take her back to the campus. It's on my way home."

Megan accepted his offer gratefully. It was almost midnight, and she didn't fancy taking the bus at this hour. It took a while for everyone to say their goodbyes, but eventually they were on their way back home. It was dark outside, and the car smelled good, of leather and of Duncan's aftershave. Megan leaned back into her comfy seat with a happy sigh.

"So tell me…" Duncan's face was hardly visible in the dark. "Did you really enjoy my class last term?"

"Of course I did." Megan was confused. "Why do you ask?"

"You didn't pick any of my classes this time around." He sounded almost disappointed, but surely she was just imagining that. "Usually, when a student likes my teaching style, they come back for more."

"Oh! No, it's not that. I mean, I really liked your class. It's just-" She broke off with an embarrassed little laugh.

"What?" There was curiosity in his voice now, and something else she couldn't quite place. "What was the problem?"

"I…" Oh, screw it! She'd had just enough wine to make her a little reckless. "Well, I figured it was better to go for a class where I wouldn't be so… distracted."

"Distracted?" He cleared his throat.

Oh! Things were getting decidedly dicey. Megan felt a hot rush of excitement. She sincerely hoped she hadn't misread the situation, but there was only one way of finding out.

"By you. Your voice, I mean." She was glad for the darkness as she hurriedly went on. "You see; it was kind of hard to focus in your classroom. Just listening to you was enough to get me all hot and bothered."

He inhaled sharply, and she could see his knuckles tighten on the wheel, but he was still going for an unaffected tone. "Hard to focus… What were you thinking about, then?"

Megan was beginning to enjoy herself. "Oh, just your ordinary, run-of-the-mill teacher-student fantasies." She shrugged innocently. "Nothing special."

A stifled gasp from his side of the car told her she was on the right track. "Nothing special, eh? Care to elaborate?"

"You really want to hear my naughty thoughts?" Megan made a small, humming noise, trying to figure out how to do this. "Well, there was this one fantasy…"

"Yes?" Maker, he sounded eager. "Go on."

With a smile, she shuffled deeper into her seat to get more comfortable, closing her eyes. "I'm in your office, to discuss my paper. It's just the two of us, late at night, nobody else around. And you tell me that I really ought to make more of an effort to show you I deserve a better grade." She didn't bother making this sound any subtler than it was.

Predictably, Duncan snorted at her words, but at the same time, she was certain he'd tensed up further. "You make me sound like an actor in a cheap porn flick."

"Well, I told you it wasn't a particularly refined fantasy." Megan grinned, even though she knew he couldn't see it in the dark. "Still hot, though. Anyway, you're sitting in your chair, giving me this really strict glare, and I get down on my knees before you, and I…" Once again, she hesitated briefly. "Can you drive like this? Safely, I mean?"

"Don't worry, I'm old enough to keep it together. And I wouldn't want to miss this for the world." He did his best to sound calm and collected, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, and it made her feel powerful and alluring. "What do you do?"

Involuntarily, Megan pressed her legs together for more friction. "I put my mouth on you. Through your pants at first, and then I pull them down, just a little, so I can taste you."

This time his gasp was almost a moan. "And then?" He took his eyes from the road for a second to flash a hot glance at her.

"You let me proceed for a while, but then you lift me up and make me sit down on the desk in front of you." Megan was wet now, so wet it was bordering on uncomfortable. "And you spread my legs, wide, and tear off my panties…" She paused a moment, for maximum effect. "And then you lick me, slowly and patiently, and it's mind-blowingly good, so good that I can't stop myself from screaming as I come all over your face."

Duncan actually groaned. "Damn it, Megan!" He shivered all over. "Do you fantasize about all your teachers?"

"Just you. Well, and Dr Ward, I guess," she amended. "He's hot, too."

"Riordan?" Duncan made a curious little noise in the back of his throat. "Well, I'm sure he'd appreciate it, if he knew."

"You're not going to tell him, are you?" Megan swallowed, suddenly worried.

"Nah, it would only go to his head. And he's quite arrogant enough already." Duncan's grin was audible. "But really, you should write smut in your free time."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Plucking up her courage, she placed her hand on his right thigh, relishing his answering shudder. "What about you, then? Ever fantasize about a student? About me?"

"You have no idea." He sounded strangled, as if his throat was far too tight to speak. "Every single time I saw you there, in the first row, with your pretty legs crossed and that pouty mouth of yours, and the tousled hair… You were driving me crazy, all of the time. Maker, Megan…" Again, he inhaled sharply. "I've dreamt of bending you over my desk for months."

It was her turn to moan, and of course Duncan heard it. Before she realized what he was doing, he had already pulled the car over and stopped, turning around to face her. "What now?" His voice was rough as sandpaper. "We're almost there. Do you want to go back to your dorm? Or-"

His hand was in her hair and he was pulling her in for a kiss, and Megan almost forgot how to breathe. How in Thedas did we get to this point so fast? His lips were on hers, hot and hungry, his tongue parting her lips, and he was kissing her, hard and deep, and she was kissing him back, and oh Maker… Megan was pretty sure she wouldn't have objected if he'd wanted to have her right here, in his car, at the side of the road.

Pulling back, he cupped her face in one hand, still breathing hard. "Would you like to come with me? To my place?"

"Oh yes." It was a no-brainer. She wanted him so much right now, it almost hurt. "Please."

He made a rough noise, deep in his throat, and started up the engine again.


All the hugs to my amazing and wonderful beta suilven.