Professor Layton wanted to put his hat back in his room before they started, so it would be in a safe place. Vivian also took the time to gather up the other discarded articles of clothing and set them aside for laundering later. When her chores were done, the girl tepidly ascended the stairs up to Layton's room. She had been up there dozens of times before, but this time the context was far different than just completing household chores. Slowly, she raised her hand to knock. Once, then twice more in quick succession, as she had accustomed herself to doing. The professor opened the door, giving her a gentle smile. Vivian smiled back nervously as he stepped aside to allow her to enter. She wouldn't even dream of turning away from something like this, but she could not deny that she was absurdly on edge, in complete disbelief that what had been implied would actually happen.

The bedroom was modest while still maintaining an air of comfort, much like the occupant himself. The twin sized bed was situated against the middle of the back wall, with a bedside table situated next to it. Other than the table lamp, nothing adorned the bedside table save for its three drawers. A dresser sat across from the bed near the door, on which sat the professor's beloved top hat, next to a small bookcase containing several archaeological records. What little light the lamp gave created a moody atmosphere which pervaded the room, accompanied by the drawn curtains with the early evening light creeping in underneath.

Walking up to the bed, Vivian turned to him, tilting her head in a "What should I do?" expression. Layton joined her by the bed, eventually sitting down while she still stood up. He gently patted the vacant area beside him, inviting her as though they were only going to have a friendly chat. Biting her lip, Vivian sat down beside him, folding her hands in her lap and staring down at them, trying to quell her nervousness by examining the creases in her thumbs. She suddenly felt a hand on her chin, gently turning her face to the left as the professor's lips met hers again. The girl moaned into the kiss, pleased by these small, simple interactions. Vivian felt she was being pushed gently down onto the pillows behind her, and she let this happen, keeping in contact with his mouth. He pulled away for a moment, much to his assistant's dismay, before he spoke up.

"Vivian, I…I'm not very experienced in this sort of…activity, so please, don't expect too terribly much." He was being modest again, more modest than usual since neither of them knew whether he could conceivably pleasure a person with his hands or mouth or what have you. Professor Layton had told Vivian before that he had never truly done anything of a sexual nature before, so he had very little knowledge in that department, but still, Vivian couldn't help but giggle.

"You really need to learn how to stop being so cute all the time." She murmured, eliciting a blush from the man straddling her. With a small smile, she reached up and brought her face close to the professor's, before saying, "Just do what comes naturally." She pressed her lips to his again.

Professor Layton kissed back, pressing her into the pillows behind her. He finally allowed his hands to wander over her body, starting from her face, drifting down to her collarbone, and then to her breasts, stopping at her small gasp. Does she like to be touched here, then? He couldn't help thinking, as he began to slowly grope her. Vivian was enjoying every second of contact, no matter where his touches landed, but she felt a small jolt run through her body when he touched her chest. Alternating between rolling her breast under his hand and pinching her nipple, all of the sensations were driving her crazy. She couldn't help running her hands over his chest as he continued his ministrations. The Professor pulled back from their liplock, causing Vivian to whimper quietly. He gave her a small peck on the lips, planting butterfly kisses along her cheek, her jawline, down her neck and collar, slowly maneuvering down her body. Stopping at her breasts again, he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, resuming his pleasuring of the other.

"Ah, oh God…" Vivian moaned out, shivering in pure ecstasy. She still couldn't believe that she was engaging in such sexual activities with Professor, which just made everything they did together all the more pleasurable. The girl began to weave her fingers through his short chestnut hair, goading him into continuing his lip service as he switched his mouth to pleasure the other breast, groping the one he switched from. He removed his lips to take her hand from his head, kissing her palm.

"Vivian, could you please…close your eyes?" Layton asked lowly, pressing her slender hand to his cheek, giving a small, shy smile. Taking a deep breath, the girl complied and shut her eyes.

Vivian could see nothing past her closed lids, but she could hear the mattress squeaking underneath her as she felt him moving slowly down the bed. She became keen to what he was planning on doing a few seconds later, mewling as she felt his hot breath fall upon her still-covered womanhood.

"A-ah!" She felt his fingers press up against her slit, stroking it through her panties. Not long after, he hooked his digits around the sides of her underwear, hesitating. Still keeping her eyes closed, Vivian nodded, knowing he was waiting for her consent. Without further pause, he removed the white, lacy article, resuming his earlier ministrations. Feeling bolder, he decided to return the favor for her foreplay from before by moving forward and running his tongue along her opening. She arched her back and moaned out at the contact.

"P-Professor, please, c-can I open my eyes?" Layton stopped for a moment to respond.

"Y-you may." He was still embarrassed by her watching him do something so ungentlemanly, but, true to his nature, he could never refuse the request of a lady.

The sensation of the professor lapping at her folds made Vivian open her eyes, his actions on full display. Layton continued to pleasure her with his tongue, but kept his hands busy by rubbing the parts he had left unattended, circling his thumb over her clit and allowing one of his digits to delve into her.

The girl jolted when she felt one of his fingers push itself inside of her, relishing the feeling of him exploring her insides.

"Professor…"She called out. Professor Layton stopped what he was doing and looked up. "Please…Come closer…"His assistant coaxed, reaching out as if to embrace him. He obeyed, moving back up the bed so they were on eye level again. Vivian curled her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Their tongues twirled around each other in a sinful dance as the professor began to stroke her womanhood again, pushing two fingers inside of her.

"Mmnph!" Vivian moaned against his lips, as he began scissoring his fingers into her, moving his free hand back up to grope one of her breasts. As he pushed into her, he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, causing her to whimper in pleasure. Eventually thrusting herself along his digits, Vivian decided that she had gone through enough foreplay.

"Profess…sor…?" She whispered against his mouth. The professor pushed back, a thin trail of saliva connecting their once-joined lips.

"Please, Professor…" The girl could feel her blush intensify as she tried to put her words together, "I want you inside of me…"

Professor Layton's eyes widened as he took in her request. He knew that their actions perhaps would've led up to actual sexual intercourse, but, even after all she'd done, he was still not expecting her to be so…blunt about it. The next question he wanted to ask came on impulse alone, and he wasn't sure whether he wanted to take it back or not, or even whether he wanted to go through with asking it in the first place.

"V-Vivian, could you…Rather, I mean…What I mean to ask is…" Vivian looked up curiously as the professor tripped over his words, desperately trying to come up with the best way to ask the question on his mind. She was surprised herself, wondering what kind of subject could leave him so tongue-tied, as he had always been able to keep his composure no matter what before. He finally closed his eyes and sighed, opening them and looking back to the girl lying underneath him.

"Would you mind terribly…calling me Hershel?"

Vivian's eyes grew wide as saucers, wondering if he was pulling her leg. She tried gauging his expression, but he seemed to be completely serious.

From their first meeting, Vivian had taken to calling Professor Layton "Professor", much like Luke, and it wasn't often that she ever heard other people call him by his first name. To almost everyone else, he was "Professor Layton", "Mr. Layton", "Sir Dark Hat", just "Layton", or some other ridiculous alias that some random civilian would come up with on their own time. Off the top of her head, besides his childhood friends, she could only think of a choice few people who ever called him "Hershel": his parents, Roland and Lucille Layton, and Claire…

Claire, his previous and only love.

Claire, who had met an untimely end, twice, and who had unintentionally caused both Vivian and Professor Layton to meet in the first place.

Professor Hershel Layton. That was his full name, and Vivian was aware of it; however, she had never even dreamed of calling him by his first name, since only his family and past love ever did call him that.

Vivian felt her face crease as concern painted her expression.

"A-are you…sure?"

His assistant was perceptive, but she was also sensitive. She had a distinct feeling that he did want to move on past his grief, but she couldn't be sure if she just reminded him of Claire, and latched onto that small bit of hope that perhaps he could find a small bit of Claire inside of his assistant. The girl cast her eyes down as she felt her eyes pool with tears.

"I-I mean, I'm not…I could never be her, Professor." His expression seemed to darken at her words. She knew it would hurt to reaffirm her nonexistence. She knew that, and yet she needed to know for sure how he felt.

"Claire is…gone now." The admittance of that fact seemed to take a toll on the professor, as he closed his eyes, tightening his grip on the sheets beneath him. He sat up, looking away with glazed eyes before he closed them again. Vivian joined him in sitting upright and, seeing his shift in emotion, placed her hand on his knee in a gesture of comfort. "She…She is gone, but…

"If she was here, she would want us to both live on, right? I do remember you saying that, and I don't doubt you for a moment. You said…you wanted us to live our lives together, and I recall myself not taking that into a romantic context; however…" He opened his eyes and looked back at the girl beside him, locking them with her bright blue irises. His assistant-no. No, she was more than that. She was the girl who was always there for him, always smiling alongside him, always trying her best to protect him, but Layton never wanted to put a lady in danger. There are so many things he wouldn't have been able to do if it wasn't for her. If it wasn't for her, he may never have recovered from the death of Claire, the first time or the second time. If it wasn't for her, he might not even be alive right now. All because of the one statement she'd made on the day they'd first met. It was almost robotic in the way she had said it, and yet it contained all the power of a god's blessing:

"You are Claire's beloved, and so it is my sworn duty to protect you from harm, with all of my power!"

She had made that statement with the first smile he had ever seen from her, as she pledged to guard his body from all manner of harm. This woman had flaws, like any other human being, but Professor Layton was willing to look past any negatives in order to take in the full beauty of the female who called herself his bodyguard.

"I don't want you to call me Hershel because of any connection you may have with Claire, Vivian. I want you to call me Hershel because…" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he made eye contact with the lady beside him again. "Because you're more to me than just my bodyguard, or my assistant. You're more to me than even a friend. You're…special to me. Luke, Flora, my family and my friends…Claire; they're all special to me as well. I just feel that…"

"Well, if I'm going to become intimate with a woman who is very special to me, then I feel it would be appropriate if she called me by my first name."

All was silent for a spell.

He's…going to become intimate?...With me…?

I'm…special to him?

"I-I…" Vivian couldn't form the words as she slightly tightened her grip on the Professor's knee, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. Seeing this, Professor Layton reached a hand up to her face and brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. She looked up at him in disbelief, but upon seeing his gentle expression and small smile, her face creased with emotion as she curled her arms around the Professor, embracing him tightly.

"I-I don't know what to say…" Her voice audibly quivering as she tried to string her words into comprehensible sentences, choking out several sobs. "Profess-I-I mean…"
He placed his hands on her shoulders and brought her to arm's length, his lips turning up gently. "You don't have to force yourself if you don't want to. I was just making a request." He reached up as though to adjust his hat, but upon noticing it wasn't there, he settled for brushing his hand through his hair. The girl wiped her remaining tears away with the heels of her hands.

"Her…shel…" She sounded out his name slowly, tilting her head, as though the name was foreign to her. "You're…Hershel…" A blush grew on her face as she looked back up at him.

"I-I love you…Hershel."

Professor Layton looked at her in shock, not quite sure he had heard her correctly.

"Y-you…love…?"

"I love…Hershel Layton…" Vivian murmured quietly, as though she was reaffirming this fact to herself.

"I'm…I'm in love with Hershel… Hershel Layton…" Her blush grew to be an even deeper shade of red as she admitted her true feelings again. She looked up at her love with a meek expression, gauging his reaction.

"Vivian, I-"

"S-sorry, it just kind of spilled out…" She said, looking away embarrassedly.

"I-I love you…too." The words seemed to feel awkward coming out of his mouth, but they were not lost on the young lady in front of him.

"Hershel…you-" Her sentence was cut short as the Professor brought their lips together again, unable to contain himself. Realizing how impulsive he'd been, he pulled back.

"I-I'm sorry, I just-"

"No, no, it's fine, really!" Vivian reassured him. "I-I'm ready too."

At this, the professor kissed her again, Vivian wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him back down onto the bed with her. After losing themselves in a passionate liplock, he retreated so he could straddle the woman underneath him. Professor Layton spread her legs, placing his tip at her entrance. She tensed up slightly in apprehension of what was about to happen. Vivian had heard that the first time hurt a lot, but she felt that having her virginity be lost to the love of her life would at least ease the pain slightly. Lining himself up, he gave one last look up at Vivian to make sure she was ready. She nodded and placed her hands on his shoulders. With her consent, Layton began to push himself into her. Vivian felt a sharp pain in her pelvic region when Hershel reached a certain point inside of her, so harsh she wanted to scream, but she held her breath, biting back her screams.

"It's-It's in."

"G-GAH!" Vivian gave a pained grunt, the last remnant of the pain she had tried to ignore.

"A-are you alright, Vivian?!" The professor asked.

"Y-yes, I'm fine. It just hurt since…I've never really done this before…" She admitted. At this, Layton gave a heavy sigh of relief.

"Vivian, you need to tell me if I'm hurting you! That's the last thing I want to do!" Hershel scolded her, but he was only trying to convey how he felt.

"S-sorry, I'll be better about that." Vivian apologized, a small blush coloring her face.

"All right, then." Professor Layton's eyes darted about, slightly embarrassed about his current situation. "T-tell me when to start moving, Vivian."
After a few moments of focusing on her adjustment to the foreign object occupying the inside of her, Vivian felt that she would be comfortable with the professor's movement now.

"O-okay…You can move now." Giving a firm nod, Layton pulled back and thrust in again, eliciting a moan from the both of them. After a few more slow thrusts, the he picked up a pace that pleased the both of them, slow enough that they could both feel every last bit of the other. Vivian couldn't help moaning incoherently as she felt the professor, her Professor, moving back and forth inside her body, her walls tightening around him with every push. She wrapped her legs around his back, deepening his thrusts into her. Eventually he hit just the right spot, causing the girl to yell out in ecstasy. Taking note of this, the professor pushed back into her, harder, in hopes of hitting that same spot again. His attempts were successful as the woman beneath him moaned out again. Even he, with his strongest attempts to be a true gentleman, could not deny that the sight of Vivian, gasping for air as her breathing became laden with moans, face streaked with sweat, was arousing him greatly.

"V-Vivian…do you…want me to…?" A gentleman to the end, he had to ask the question. Vivian shook her head and tightened her legs around his torso, preventing his exit. Layton gave a small chuckle at this, taking a chance with being a bit more open, saying, "You…You truly are a stubborn one, aren't you?"
The girl responded with an impish grin, bringing her lips up to his neck and trailing her tongue along his sensitive skin.

"Ah, V-Vivian, that's-!" The professor gasped at the contact, feeling her move up to his ear, nibbling it gently, making him pant. She sucked on it in an apologetic manner before pulling back and breathing sweet nothings into his ear. Hershel felt aroused at feeling her hot breath on the soft shell and listening to her melodic voice whispering words of love and affection. Finally, she moved to his face, planting small pecks along his cheek, and kissing him deeply on the lips. This goaded him into picking up the pace as he felt his climax fast approaching. Vivian was also nearing her release rather quickly. Hershel took Vivian into his arms, pushing even deeper into her. She moaned at the close contact and feeling how much deeper he was pounding into her.

"V-Vivian, I-I c-can't…hold on!" The professor gave out a final cry as he felt himself release inside of his love.

"H-HERSHEL!" Vivian moaned out as she released, simultaneously feeling him climax inside of her. Hot, sticky fluid was pouring out of his prick at a breakneck pace, filling her up. She felt like her stomach had been wrapped up in a warm blanket, and the heat from the cloth was curling around inside of her, congealing as a liquid-like substance. And that heat was coming from the love of her life. She almost couldn't handle the sensation.

The two tried to catch their breath as they both relished in the feeling of their connected bodies, their fluids coalescing in the immeasurably small distance between them.

Finally, the professor pulled out of her, leaving a trail of come behind as he collapsed onto the other side of the bed. Reaching towards the foot of the bed, Hershel grasped the balled up blanket that had been unintentionally pushed to the edge. He straightened out the blanket as best as he could before pulling it over the both of them. Vivian had closed her eyes in fatigue, but opened them at the feeling of soft cloth covering her body. She looked past her love to see that the early evening light had disappeared out from under the closed curtains, leaving the lamp as the only source of light in the room.

Vivian looked back to see that the Professor was gazing at her, affection clear in his eyes.

"What's on your mind?" She asked, giggling at how adorable he was being, with his loving eyes and his soft smile. He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face before resting his hand on her cheek.

"I just…wish I'd realized what I had in front of me sooner…"He replied with a small bit of embarrassment. Vivian smiled back, placing her hand over his, interlacing their fingers.

"Well, at least we're here together now, right?" The girl murmured, scooting over to close the distance between them, cuddling up to Professor Layton.

"Yes, we are." He wrapped his arms around his love, pulling her closer, bringing a hand up to tangle in her long pink locks.

"I love you, Vivian."

"I love you too…Hershel."

As the two drifted off to sleep, Vivian couldn't help but smile inwardly at how Emmy's wingman plan had worked after all.