A/N: So, it started off as a kink meme prompt, then it became decidedly not a kink, but rather my first attempt at an AU of any kind. Anywho, here's a college AU one shot. Comments and reviews are appreciated.
The bass thumped in her ears, the reverberations chasing through her body as she followed close behind Maggie. She yelled over the music. "Who invited us anyway? Are we going to get thrown out?"
Maggie shook her head. "Mindy, stop. No one cares. This is a red solo cup party."
"What?"
Maggie nodded toward a group of bros gathered beside a keg, red solo cups in hand. "This isn't a housewarming party in Concord. There were no invites. No one gives a rat's ass who is here, as long as the music and moderately priced beer is flowing into cheap plastic cups." Leaning in close, she yelled into Mindy's ear. "Which is why we pre-gamed at the dorm. Smart girls do NOT partake in anything anyone hands them in a red solo cup."
Mindy's reply was cut short when Anders, an overly enthusiastic friend of Maggie's, cut in between them. The extraordinarily tall nordic god threw his arms around her friend, lifting her up in the air. "Mags!"
Mindy pretended to be interested as Maggie introduced her to her friend, some guy she played intramural co-ed rugby with. Mindy wasn't interested in him, and clearly he wasn't interested in her, his eyes traveling to the deep vee of Maggie's blouse. Mindy excused herself, barely eliciting a glance from Maggie.
Her first attempt at being a social butterfly was coming along pathetically. This party was loud and hot, and she could already feel the thin material of her silk top sticking to her skin. Nope, this was not pleasant.
She picked her way through the overly crowded living room, guys in Ed Hardy regalia bumping into her without apology as they bobbed up and down to the club-like beat. Fanning herself, she made her way into the kitchen, hoping to find a back door to escape the pressing heat.
The pregame shots Maggie had made her take were starting to kick in, a tingling sensation in her lips sending her finger unconsciously to trace them. Surprisingly, the kitchen was empty, save one strange party-goer's well formed ass sticking out of the fridge. Who came to a party to rifle through the host's fridge? It sounded like something she would do, so she approached said ass's owner.
"Hey." The greeting came out at a louder volume than she'd intended, the alcohol beginning to course through her veins dampening her verbal controls.
He spun around, surprised, a jar of mayo in one hand, pickles in the other, a bag of deli meat dangling between his teeth. She smiled, an involuntary little laugh bursting out before she could cover her mouth. He was attractive, the dark waves on his head parted in a decidedly old fashioned style. A little short, but Mindy didn't really care, her 5'1" frame not presenting much of an issue. She liked the surprised look on his face, deep brown eyes wide, eyebrows arched up. God, what man had eyelashes that long? She reached forward to take the lunchmeat, hoping to free him for conversation. "Making a sandwich?"
He didn't oblige her, merely nodding as he moved toward the counter, setting down the various jars in his hands before reaching for the loaf of bread. Strong silent type, check. She took his closed mouth response as an invitation to talk more. "Isn't hiding in the kitchen and making sandwiches at a rave kind of anti-social?"
He paused, the knife spreading mayo across one of the slices of bread rose as he used it to point at her. "One: you're also in the kitchen, and two: this is not a rave. Have you ever been to a rave?" He snatched the lunchmeat from her hands.
Affronted, she raised both of her hands in protest, a look of outrage spreading across her face. "How dare you question my various college experiences? I have been to well over a dozen raves, and this has some definite rave-like qualities." The lies slipped easily off her tongue.
He turned his attention back to the culinary task at hand, ignoring the indignant expression on her face. "Well, in all your vast experience, I'm sure you've encountered a lame frat house kegger before, and even maybe a designated driver or two that had nothing better to do than make sub par sandwiches while waiting for his idiot friends."
He looked at her inquiringly, one eyebrow raised as he gave her a once over. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" A hint of humor infused his question, his eyes darting up and down her body as if to gauge her approximate age.
She sputtered, her mouth bobbing open and shut, whatever lying ability she'd had before disappearing. "I mean.. in Canada, and like, other European, and therefore more forward thinking countries, yes, totally legal."
"So, no."
"No."
He smiled, satisfied with his assumption. Taking a large bite out of his newly made sandwich, he pinned her with his gaze and said. "Then I'm right." He spoke with his mouth full. It should have been disgusting, but Mindy couldn't take her eyes off of him, the little fleck of mayo on his bottom lip. She traced her own with her tongue while she stared at him.
"You're probably some high school chick crashing, what are you sixteen?" His words dripped with condescension as one of his well manicured thumbs darted up to wipe away the errant condiment. She nearly whimpered when he popped the digit into his mouth.
Mentally chiding herself, she shook her head, eyes brightening a bit. Stepping forward to rest a hand on his arm, she squeezed slightly at the more than firm bicep underneath the soft cotton. "Thank you."
He stared at her in confusion. "It wasn't a compliment."
He removed her hand from his arm, but she turned her palm toward his and squeezed his fingers before he had a chance to release it. "Sure it wasn't a compliment now, but I'm looking at the long game." She smiled, taking another step toward him. "I'm Mindy."
Surprised by her touch, the hand holding his hastily made sandwich returned the food to its plate before turning his whole body toward her. "What are you doing?"
"The proper response to a hot girl introducing herself is to politely introduce yourself right back."
"Stop playing around. Are you a student here?" His voice was husky, and the sudden shift in tone threw Mindy off balance, her mouth snapping shut as the man's long graceful fingers encircled her wrist possessively, dragging her into his body.
Feeling a little bit of fire flame in her belly once again, she looked at him devilishly. "Are you?"
"What?"
"For all I know you could be someone's creepy dad."
"What! I'm 23!"
She giggled, the outraged expression on his face almost comical, his mouth half open in anger, the confused expression in his eyes only tipping her past the point of no return. She began laughing in earnest, gasping even. The small amount of alcohol she'd had released her from her normal inhibitions just enough to really let go. "Still kind of old, to be a student anyway."
He would have released her immediately, stormed out of the tiny kitchen in search of his sane friends, but there was something about the absolute glee in her voice as tears of mirth streamed down her face that tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I had to take some time off. Family stuff." His answer spilled out quickly, and surprised him. Why the hell was he sharing this with her? It was none of her business.
The mirth instantly wiped from her face, her eyes growing big, some misplaced awe in her depths. Her hand crept up, resting gently in his face. "You noble creature."
He pulled back slightly, a full blown smile making itself known as he snorted out laughter. "Alright, alright, seriously though. How old are you? I'm not throwing away a promising career as a doctor for a bad decision at a crappy frat party."
Her mouth dropped open once again, reminding him of a gasping goldfish, the shock on her face more amusing even than the laughter earlier. "Exsqueeeeeeze me! You're pretty damn sure of yourself, Mr… Whatever your name is."
"Danny."
"Mr. Danny thinks he's gonna be a doctor and get laid tonight…" She snapped her mouth shut, feeling like a moron.
He leered at her. The smile on his face sent a shiver down her spine, something magnified by the feel of his hands as he slid his arms behind her, drawing her up close. She felt the tips of his fingers brush along the seam of her jean skirt, slipping effortlessly into the back pockets to cup her ass.
He squeezed firmly, drawing her hips in close to his as he dipped down close to her face. Her breath caught as she anticipated the feel of his lips on hers, but he drew back unexpectedly, the warmth of his hands leaving her body as he waved her I.D. triumphantly in front of her face.
He squinted slightly, trying to make out the birthday. "Well, Ms. Lahiri, looks like everything checks out." He continued to look at her smugly. "I hear there are rooms upstairs for this kind of thing."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Smug bastard. If you didn't have a dancer's body and an ass that won't quit, I would smack the hell out of you." She hooked her fingers into his belt loops, pulling him close, notching herself between his legs. "It's probably a good idea for me to lose my frat-party-virginity to some jerk I'll never see again."
Before he had the chance to respond, Mindy lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Danny's neck and pulling his face to hers, kissing him. He didn't immediately respond, breathing in the scent of her floral perfume and some other faintly sweet aroma (baked goods?). She attacked his mouth, drawing his bottom lip in hungrily while her hands clutched at him.
She tasted like cinnamon, the flavor lingering on his tongue as she withdrew, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. "Upstairs?" Her voice was raspy and deep, contrasting greatly with the high pitched indignation from before. It sent a tendril of desire coiling in the pit of his stomach.
He nodded, and without a word dragged her out of the kitchen, food lying long forgotten on the messy counter.
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He had to thank Andrew for dragging him here, for ignoring his grouchy protests. Before he'd heard the high pitched voice behind him, he'd been compiling a list of reasons to leave, ready to drag his wasted roommate back home and crawl under his down comforter.
But now he had this little dynamo climbing all over him, tugging at the buttons of his shirt as her pastry flavored mouth left hot kisses along his jaw. Leaving was the last thing on his mind.
His hands were everywhere, unable to decide on any one part of her anatomy to explore as he dragged her up the narrow stairway, coming back to her ass again and again. They finally reached the top and she clumsily pushed him back against the nearest doorway, squeaking as the thing flew open, spilling them both on the floor.
He laughed, trying to regain the breath she'd knocked out of him, his chest rumbling beneath her as she tried to wriggle off him. His belt buckle pressed into her stomach as he bracketed her waist with his hands and held her in place, taking a minute to breathe in the scent of her hair as it brushed across his face. The room was blanketed in darkness, the faint glow from the hallway the only hint of light to illuminate their surroundings. The desire coiling in him began to thrum in its urgency, and the laughter died away.
"Stay." It was a low command issued through clenched teeth, his fingers squeezing slightly to punctuate it.
"But the bed?"
"It's a twin bed in the upstairs bedroom of a frat house, unless you want an antibiotic resistant strain of chlamydia, you'll stay away from any and all beds like that." He smirked. "For future reference anyway."
Nodding, she sat up, the hem of her skirt riding even further up her thighs as she straddled him. His fingertips brushed the newly exposed skin. "I've always wanted to be on top. Smiling down at him, a happy thought entered her head. "It's statistically the best position for female orgasm. Or.. that's what the books say."
Danny was grateful for the dark. Her unbridled enthusiasm and lack of a verbal filter were making him blush. A reaction that would have totally undermined the cavalier manner he'd adopted. Still, he couldn't keep the genuine interest out of his voice. "You've read books about it?"
She nodded again. The motion traveling down her body resulted in a more than pleasant sensation on his lap. His fingers slipped under the edge of her skirt and he felt goosebumps temporarily chase along her skin. "What can I say. I'm well read. Have you?"
He slowly shook his head in denial as his fingers traveled between the vee of her thighs. "No… no… my knowledge of the female orgasm is based entirely in the realm of physical experience and patient observation." Cockiness crept back into his voice. "Although I could probably write a book at this point."
"Prove it." There it was again, that low primal sound issuing from her vocal chords that sent the blood rushing in his ears.
He brushed his knuckles against the silk of her panties, the light friction against the damp material making her arch involuntarily toward him, her lips descending on his hungrily. She rolled her hips, seeking out his touch, grinding down on him eagerly. He took it as an invitation to proceed and tugged the offending barrier aside.
She gasped against his lips as he slipped the pads of his fingers determinedly against the apex of pleasure, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves expertly before slipping inside. She released his lips with an audible smack, a gasp turning into an all out moan before it morphed into a question. "Mmmmmy god, what are you doing?"
His motions stilled, the faint tremors of her pleasure still pulsing softly against his fingers. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She was young, for sure, but her brash pursuit had lead him to believe she was at least experienced. Now he questioned that. "Have you never…?"
"What? Of course!" She closed her eyes and leaned back. "So help me, if you stop now, I'll write the most scathing review of your upcoming book." Her indignation was undermined by an obvious shortness of breath.
Smiling, he reached forward with his free hand, tugging her down to him once again. He wished there was more light. He wanted to see her face as she completely lost control, a half formed thought in the back of his mind that it could possibly be the first time for her. He settled for kissing her again, tracing the shape of her mouth with the tip of his tongue as his other hand began to work.
She clutched at his shirt, suddenly hating the barrier between them, aching to feel his skin flush against hers as she began to fly apart. The first wave hit her like a Mack truck, bowling her over unexpectedly. Her mouth opened against his, forgetting all attempts at kissing as the muscles in her abdomen clenched. She bit down on her bottom lip as he eked a low moan out of her.
Danny continued, recognizing her reaction as the beginning of something larger. This time he curled his fingers in a much practiced move, pressing firmly against her g-spot. "What is..? Oh." She hummed involuntarily, words escaping her. Her hips rolled against him, encouraging his exploration as a second wave crashed into her, searching desperately for some kind of anchor. She found his hand on her breast, squeezing gently as she rocked into him. She grasped at it, holding it tight to her body as she peaked for the last time. "I think... I think-" She gasped an inelegant curse against his lips. "Oh, fuck!"
He laughed, pleased with himself beyond belief at the feel of her collapsing against him, the inescapable contractions continuing to flutter against his fingers. "Nah… we haven't done that yet." He withdrew, relishing the feel of her full weight relaxed atop him, her face nestled in the hollow of his neck.
His hands traveled absentmindedly across her back, slipping unobtrusively underneath her blouse in search of smooth skin. He didn't know if she'd be up for anything more even if he was painfully aroused.
His unspoken question was answered almost immediately as he felt her wiggling again, sitting up and tugging at his belt. She cursed softly as she struggled with the prongs. "We need to fix that. Right now."
He was ready, of course. He'd been in a state since he'd slid his hands around the globe of her ass, since he'd tasted the cinnamon on her tongue. Sighing, he regretfully pushed her hands away. He'd known all along how tonight would end. "I don't have a condom, Lahiri." He ached as she pulled away in disappointment. "And I'm guessing from the look on your face, you don't have one either."
"No." She rolled off of him, sighing hugely as she settled on the floor. "I mean, I suppose I could…" She made an awkward clicking noise with her tongue. "You know. Return the favor. If you want."
Before he could answer there was a racket in the hall, a herd of elephants ascending the stairway. "Danny, yo, Danny! Where the hell are yoooooouuuu?" The door was only slightly ajar, but the drunken enthusiasm of Danny's search party had it banging against the wall in a matter of seconds. "Little D!"
Danny grabbed the nearest object, hurling it at his friend. "Get out of here man. I'll be down in a second."
Andrew's eyes darted from Danny to Mindy half a dozen times, his alcohol fogged brain taking longer than usual to connect the dots. "Oh, yeah, sure…. don't be too long. We have to get back, you have that thing… I have that other thing… things..." He stumbled away, mumbling to himself.
Danny was on his feet almost immediately, reaching down to pull Mindy up. He overestimated the strength required to get her off the floor, and ended up pulling her roughly against his chest. He held her there only for a second before releasing her. "Sorry."
She stared at him, her eyes still shiny from her recent release. "Don't be. Little D." She smirked at the nickname. "I guess I'll never know where that came from, eh?"
This time there was no darkness to hide his blush, and he could only stare at her as the blood rushed to his ears. "No, no, no. That's not.."
"Relax." She leaned forward to lay an affection peck on his cheek. "I was close enough to know, that particular D is not so little."
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Mindy walked on clouds all the way home, ignoring Maggie drunkenly catcalling light posts as they walked back to their dorm. She was inordinately proud of herself, the smile on her face making her cheeks sore. Her first attempt at a casual liaison had been a screaming success. She'd had probably the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life… ok, so maybe the first orgasm of her life. She had thought she'd reached that climactic peak before, during the pathetically few sessions she'd had with her high school boyfriend, and sure she'd felt little waves of pleasure, but tonight with Danny had been different. She couldn't describe the inarticulate sounds that had involuntarily leapt from her mouth, or the full body muscle spasms that had swept over her. So yeah, most definitely the first.
And she could now add 'hooking up' to the list of collegiate things she'd done since the first week of the fall semester had started. So far it was a short list, but she had plans. Grand plans that would probably have been accomplished much sooner if she didn't have a damn Saturday morning class. Who the fuck did that? Oh, right, overachieving pre-med students, that's who.
Still, even the impending misery of waking up in three hours to go to class couldn't bring her down. She felt like she might fly on this particular high for days.
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She sashayed into the classroom with almost a full minute to spare, a steaming coffee clutched in one hand. So, she hadn't had time to wipe the smudged party mascara away from her eyes, or run a comb through her hair (but it looked strategically tousled, so she let that one go).
She wasn't all that self conscious about the baggy sweats tucked into her uggs either. This was an eight a.m. Saturday class. It was probably stuffed to the gills with nerds intent on tucking away little tidbits of organic chemistry. A bunch of upper level classman who wouldn't spare her a glance. She was confident.
She settled into a seat at the bottom of the pit as usual, not one to shy away from professor's questions. She even had time to open her notebook to a fresh page, and line up her various pens before the professor shuffled in.
He was a rather gaunt man, his glasses sliding down the tip of his nose as he ran a hand through a mass of wiry gray hair. He looked a bit scattered as he shuffled through his papers, glancing at his watch. Surveying the students before him, he pasted on a halfhearted smile. "Welcome to Organic Chemistry. I'm Professor Garibaldi. God knows why you signed up for a Saturday morning class, but misery loves company, so I'm glad you're here."
He tapped his pen on the lector in front of him, glancing at his watch again. "At this point I would normally have my TA hand out the syllabi, but he seems to be running late, which isn't like him at all." There was a note of worry in Garibaldi's voice as he glanced toward the door.
Mindy heard shuffling, and the slamming of a heavy door behind her and didn't bother to look up. She began to title her notes.
"Ah. Mr. Castellano, I'm so glad you've decided to join us."
"I'm so sorry. Won't happen again."
Mindy's head snapped up, the familiarly accented voice drawing her undivided attention. He had his back to her, but there was no mistaking the ass before her. It was certainly the same one she'd seen peeking out of the fridge the night before. Shit.
He reached down into his messenger bag and drew out a file folder, handing it over to the professor, who nodded gratefully. "Of course, Danny. I'm sure you have a good excuse. Hand out the syllabi please."
Mindy held her breath, praying that he wouldn't see her. She hunched down in her seat and stared intently at the paper in front of her. He had seen her, of course, almost from the very first moment he'd entered the room. And now he was standing perilously close to her, a stack of syllabi hovering inches from her nose. She snatched at it, eyes wide as she stared at Danny in confusion as she passed them along to her classmates.
He smiled, almost imperceptibly before turning back to Professor Garibaldi. "Got carried away last night, doing research for a book."