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Authors Note: So I accidentally got into it and just finished writing this at 3:38am and obviously my brain is like jelly but I had to finish this somehow, so apologies.
His eyes opened to see sunlight shining in through the thin, cheap material of the curtains. The room felt humid and smokey. The desk below the window still had candles burning on it and the window was closed. That explained it. Throughout the night the candles had burned right down and wax dripped off the desk and onto the stack of books on the stool below. His books. He had lent them to her weeks ago. Normally he would have been furious, he would have fussed uncontrollably at the mindless destruction of such beautiful editions. But slowly the memories of last night flooded back into his mind, like the sun shining in through the curtains and suddenly it all felt trivial in comparison. Dust particles floated in front of his eyes, he felt like he was daydreaming. He was still in her room. In the light of day he saw it properly. There were clothes spilling out of the open draws of her dresser, her black, round frame glasses were laying on a messy pile of papers on the floor. A sheer pink robe hung on the bathroom door and beyond that, he could see the contents of her makeup bag in the sink. He imagined her sleeping in before getting ready in a hurry. He thought about all the times she had been late for his lectures, imagined her throwing open her closet and dresser, he imagined her looking for her glasses desperately. He wanted to stay there, taking in the room. He feared, believe it or not, that glancing down would reveal everything to be just another hallucination and all this brightness and colour would fade into dark. But he could hear her breathing softly next to him. He shifted slightly and he could feel her delicate fingers slide over his chest. His bare chest. Slowly daring his eyes to look down at her, he was met with a nest of soft blonde curls. Her hair was a mess, he ever so slightly raised his hand to smooth it down, moving a strand away to better see her face. He relaxed slightly when he saw she was still sleeping. She looked the same, and yet somehow a million times more beautiful, even with her makeup smudged from sleep. Mascara panda eyes, speckles of black on her cheeks, like shed been crying. But she was definitely smiling. Curled up against him dreamily with her red finger polished hand lazily drifting down his ribs to his waist where it stayed. She sighed happily, her eyelids began to flutter at which point he decided to shut his.
As she stirred, panic began to flood in, for last night had been a insane rush of emotion, an overload of intensity that neither of them had been able to stop. But now... things were slower and he anticipated she wouldn't still feel the- his thoughts were interrupted when he felt her head rise. He held his breath, though he didn't know why. She was looking up at him and he was glad he couldn't see her reaction. He imagined her grimacing, the look of horror when she realized. He pictured her face twisting and he waited to hear her to sigh deeply and sadly before getting up. He was instead, surprised and utterly elated to feel her hand tighten around his side. He felt her relax beside him, her head lowering, she shifted, cuddling in closer to him. He felt her run her nose slowly over his chest, her warm breaths traveling lightly over his skin. She learned in, planting a small light kiss below his collarbone. It was almost too much. He opened his eyes to see her smiling, tucking her hair behind her ears. She bit her lip shyly before moving a shaky hand up to wipe under her eyes. In turn he moved his own arm around her, although rather cautiously. That kiss though, it reassured him and he let his hand naturally move towards her face. He let it stray there, his fingers running down her cheek as she gazed up at him. Her smile was somewhat devious, he could see she was dying to speak.
"Morning Professa". Her smile was dazzling and he beamed back at her and laughed. He leaned over her, retrieving his glasses from her nightstand. He lay back down, putting his arm around her, she relaxing into his chest. She was comfortable with him being here, in her bed, with her. He smiled, staring up at the ceiling whilst stoking her shoulder. "So last night had betta earned me a top A..." that stopped him. He froze up, his face falling as repulsion began to swim in. She'd slept with him for grades after all. She sensed his sudden change and pulled herself up, leaning over him she folded one arm over his chest, raising the other to pull his head down to face her. Her fingers cupping his chin, she looked at him with a seriousness that unnerved him. "Im joking Jonny." And she was, he saw how her eyes, big cool blue pools gleamed sweetly at him. She kissed him gently and he couldn't help but smile back at her nervously. She could see his mind working and she sighed disappointingly, she knew what everyone said and she did herself no favors.
She couldn't blame him. After all he'd heard the rumors. Students whispered how she'd been caught sneaking out of offices late at night, her old doormats confirming how she never studied, never touched a textbook. She was late to lectures, ignored deadlines and yet her grades were consistently great. The running joke being that she stayed top of all her classes by getting on top of her professors. And then here she was, curled up in his arms, now entwining her hand with his and planting small kisses all over his throat...
"Jonathan... Jonathan?"
He was sat in Dr Jonson's office, across from her. She was staring at him with a look of confusion and irritation, twirling a pen around on a blank sheet of paper in her notebook. "I believe I asked you to give me an example of a pleasant memory. One without fear. You've said nothing for the last 15 minutes? Can you really not think of one?" He sighed. She was a terrible doctor really. He still felt flushed from his daydream however and hoped his face didn't at all betray him. "No my dear, I'm afraid I cant." She wrote something down on her pad and after glancing at her watch decided to end the session there.