A/N: Hey y'all! Here is a brand-new chapter of Professor's pet all ready to go! Again, there be smut at the end of this chapter so you can either read it or skip it is up to you. In saying that, this is the first time I have written smut with a female involved so if any body can let me know how I did I would be eternally grateful! Like normal, I must thank everybody who faved, followed and left me feed back in the past! It always makes my day!

P.S. To those who read this and also read Aquaman, that is next on the agenda I swear! I will be alternating between this story and that story!

Okay I think that is everything I needed to say this time around! Happy reading y'all!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Abby, Courtney and the plot! However, I would love to get my hands on Stephen though!

Once Upon a Tutoring Session and a Sister Fight from Hell

Abby

Abby let out a soft sigh. She just exited her Microbiology Level 1 class and now she was on her way to Stephen's classroom for her first tutoring session. Even thought it was Stephen and she damn near trusted Stephen with everything, she was still extremely nervous. It was extremely embarrassing for her to have to show Stephen just exactly how much she sucked at this stupid subject.

It made her feel even worse considering just how important Anatomy and Physiology actually was. She would make a pretty shitty doctor if she didn't know where anything on the human body was. She let out another soft sigh. She decided that she would go and get herself an ice coffee before she went to Stephen's classroom. It would help greatly with her nerves plus it was on the way anyway.

Walking to the small café, she entered it and got into line quickly. She decided that she would order Stephen a coffee as well, it was the least she could do to repay him for tutoring her. She also decided to throw in a couple of chocolate chip muffins too. She knew that it would make Stephen happy. When it was her turn, she placed her order and waited patiently for it to be done. When it was done, she picked it up and left the little café quickly.

With her coffee and muffins in hand, she walked the rest of the way to Stephen's class feeling a little less stressed. It was amazing just how fast coffee soothed her soul.

Reaching Stephen's class room, she entered it and saw that the door to Stephen's private office was open a sliver and light was pouring out. Smiling softly, she walked up to the door and opened it. Sure enough, Stephen was sitting at his desk either grading papers of some kind or going over a lesson plan. Hearing her enter the room, he looked up and smiled at her.

"Well hello there, sprite. How was your day today?" Stephen asked curiously.

Smiling back at him, she held up her bag of muffins and the coffees.

"I lived and didn't kill my Anatomy and Physiology teacher if that's what you mean. I brought treats!" She said excitedly.

Stephen gave her an exasperated look and got up from his desk to help her with the coffee and muffins while she started dealing with her Anatomy and Physiology notes.

"Come now, it couldn't have been THAT bad!" He chuckled.

She stopped what she was doing for a moment and gave him some serious stink eye.

"Stephen, you have no hot fucking clue what that woman puts me through on a daily basis." She grumbled.

Giving her an affectionate look, Stephen stopped what he was doing and came to stand in front of her. He took her hands in his.

"Oh sprite, you're right. I don't know how bad it is but before you do anything rash let me tutor you a bit. Once we get everything sorted out it will be better, you'll see." He reassured gently.

She made a face, she knew that Stephen was right. She couldn't just go off the handle without getting help first. For all she knew it WAS just the subject and it wasn't the professor but that didn't mean that she had to be happy about it.

"Alright fine, you're right. Let's get all of this stuff sorted out and see what happens." She relented.

Stephen smiled at her and placed a gentle kiss onto her forehead that made her shiver. She would never get over how good it made her feel every time he did that.

"That's my good girl. Now, let's see what we've got to work with." He said, nudging her in the direction of the mess that was her notes.

She stuck her tongue out at Stephen but got back to work trying to organize her notes while he got back to doling out the provisions. Soon, she had all over notes spread all over his desk. She let him look them over while she got her computer out. While she did this, Stephen poured over her notes with a frown on his face. As he continued to read, his frown deepened.

"Sprite, do you not have the software on your computer that lets you draw these diagrams on it?" He asked curiously.

She blushed profusely when she realized what Stephen was trying to get at. She knew that her diagram drawing abilities were less than stellar but her computer was too old to run the software properly. How embarrassing.

"Um, the thing with that is that my computer might be too old to run the required software." She explained, trying to keep the embarrassment out of her voice.

Stephen gave her a weird look at her explanation. She understood why that was. Her computer had to be an absolute dinosaur to not be able to run the software and it pretty much was. She had the laptop since graduating high school. It had been a graduation present from her parents and she was super reluctant to part with it. It had been through a lot of things with her.

She showed him her computer and the look on his face worsened.

"Sweetheart, that thing is an antique! It's no wonder you are having so much trouble in this course! I am surprised you made it this far as it is!" He told her seriously.

At what he told her, she gave him a look of extreme aggravation mixed with total exasperation.

'Gee, thank you so much for the vote of confidence Stephen!' She thought in annoyance.

"Look Stephen, I know my dinosaur computer is old but it has been with me through a lot of things and I am not ready to part with it quite yet. So, could if you could stop dissing it and my ability to function and just help me that would be magical, thank you." She said, with pure exasperation dripping from every word.

Stephen chuckled at her exasperation and held up his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright! Let's just get started on getting all of your notes organized and then I can teach you how to draw better diagrams. Does that sound better to you?" He suggested.

She smiled at and nodded.

"Yes it does!" She agreed.

Together, they got to work on getting all her notes in proper order. After they did that, he helped her clean up some of the really messy ones so they were much more legible and he also taught her how to draw proper looking diagrams. All in all, by the time they were finished for the evening her notes looked a lot better and she was feeling a lot more confident in her ability to handle the class. She knew that she still had a long way to go but it was a decent start. She had no idea what she would have done without Stephen.

Momentarily stopping what she was doing, she looked up at Stephen and smiled.

"Stephen, thank you for helping me with this. I have no idea what I would have done without you." She told him gratefully.

Stephen smiled back at her affectionately.

"You are more than welcome, sprite. Now come on, you are exhausted. It's time you got back to your dorm." He said affectionately.

As to prove his point, she let out a long yawn and rubbed at her eyes with the heel of the palm of her left hand. Even though it was the last thing that she really wanted to do, she gathered the rest of her stuff together and let him let him lead her to his classroom door. Before she left the room, he gave her a long, languid kiss on the lips. She made a reluctant noise as he parted from her. He was making it incredibly hard to leave.

"Go." He murmured, gently nudging her toward the door.

She did as she was told and exited his classroom. However, she was NOT prepared for what or rather WHO was waiting for her on the other side. Courtney was standing there glaring absolute daggers at her. She damn near jumped out of her skin in shock.

"Courtney! What in the FUCK are you doing here?!" She hissed.

Courtney continued to glare daggers at her and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I had to come and see if it was true. If Dr. Strange was really tutoring the likes of you!" Courtney hissed back.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes. It took everything she had not to just simply punch her in the throat and be done with it.

"Are you fucking serious right now, Courtney? What will it take for your tiny little brain to figure out that Dr. Strange doesn't like you? You need to put your fucking big girl panties on and deal with it like an adult!" She yelled loudly.

The look on Courtney's face morphed complete anger to complete outrage.

"Excuse me?! The only reason why Dr. Strange likes you is because you brainwashed him. Just like you brain washed my parents!" Courtney snarled.

She saw red at what Courtney said. She could not BELIEVE what just came out of her mouth. All she wanted to do was rip her face right off.

"What did you just say?" She asked, her voice deadly calm.

Courtney grinned a terrible grin. It was clear that she knew that she was really getting to her and wanted to use it.

"You heard me, Abigail. I wish MY parents never adopted you." Courtney replied, just as deadly calm.

Abby sat there completely frozen. All she wanted since she got adopted was for Courtney to like her and nothing she did worked. All she wanted was a sister and now to hear this person who was supposed to be her sister wish she was never adopted. It was almost too much to take.

Suddenly, everything came to life and she could think of nothing but trying to rip Courtney's fucking head clean off her stupid body. However, before she could even move, an arm had wrapped itself around her waist.

Back in Stephen's Office

Stephen

Stephen sighed and stared at the lesson plan in front of him. All he could think about was Abigail again. It was becoming problematic in a very good way. Again, it had been on the tip of his tongue to ask her to stay and now it was becoming harder and harder to stop himself from asking her too.

She was unlike anybody he had ever met before and it felt like the more he was around her the more addicted to her be became. She was a like his own personal drug better than any alcohol he had ever drunk but it wasn't only that. The urge to help and protect her was also overwhelming.

While he didn't think ANY of it was bad, it made him feel totally and completely felt out of his element. He knew that he had once loved Christine there was no doubt about that but this was on a whole entirely different level.

As he contemplated this, he suddenly heard a bunch of shouting and commotion coming from outside of his classroom.

'Just what in the HELL is going on out there?' He wondered in shock.

He got up from his desk and went to go investigate. He opened his class room door and was shocked to see Abigail ready to rip Courtney in half. While he wasn't exactly sure what was said it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. He had to stop her before she did something she would regret later. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tried to keep her from wriggling free on him. It was easier said then done because she desperately trying to get free from him.

Courtney was staring at him in shock and he glared murder right back at her. Whatever it was that she told Abigail, it he could tell that it really hurt her and all he wanted was her to be out of his sight as fast as possible before HE did something that he would regret.

She opened her mouth to say something but he beat her to it.

"Courtney, I don't give a shit about anything you have to say. Get out of my sight now before I call the Dean on you!" He snarled angrily.

She looked at him with huge eyes and tried in vain to protest.

"But..." She started and he immediately cut her off.

"NOW!" He roared.

Thankfully, she finally got the message and left quickly. He was eternally grateful for that because he had been at the end of his rope and loosing his patience quickly with her. He turned his attention back to his sprite and quickly led her back into his classroom. He managed to get her back into his office and sitting onto the couch before the sobbing started. He tried to get her to let go of him so he could sit next to her on the couch but she was clinging onto him hard and refused to let go. She buried her face into his stomach and sobbed harder. He tried to calm her down any way he could.

"Why does she hate me so much? What did I do wrong?" She hiccuped.

He let out a long sigh. He immediately started putting together what Courtney told her. If he didn't already hate her before, he sure hated her now.

"Oh sprite, you did nothing wrong. You are an amazing person and if she can't see that, the fault is hers not yours. I know it is so incredibly hard but you can't let her win. I know that your parents love you and you have Wong and I. You are loved and it doesn't matter if she tries to tell you otherwise. Not only is it not true but it doesn't matter because she is wrong. You are so loved." He told her wisely.

Pulling back slightly, she looked at him with huge eyes and then hugged him hard.

"Oh Stephen, thank you so much for telling me that." She murmured, her voice muffled by his neck.

He smiled and hugged her back.

"Of course." He murmured back to her.

Once she was a lot calmer, he shifted them into a much more comfortable position so he was lying on the couch and she way lying on top of him. They stayed like that for a long time until he could feel her starting to nod off against him. He groaned internally, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Every time he tried to move, she protested. Even though she was much calmer now, she was still very upset and he knew that it wouldn't be easy for her to part with him for the time being. He toyed with the idea of them just spending the night on couch were they were and then decided against it.

While he knew that Wong knew about the relationship, he wasn't ready to be caught in such a compromising situation with her yet. He could only imagine the explaining he would have to do if the dean caught them together instead. His next thought was to just take her home with him but something about that wasn't sitting right with him either. Then the lightbulb came on, her dorm. He could just stay with her at her dorm and then sneak out early in the morning before all the students woke up. It was perfect.

Looking down at her, he saw that she had fallen asleep and that didn't shock him. She had been so upset.

"Sweetheart." He murmured, gently nudging her awake.

She looked up at him with bleary green eyes. He gave her a tender look back.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry to wake you but we can't stay here all night." He told her gently.

Immediately, her bleariness turned into alarm and her eyes became huge.

"But I don't want you to go, I don't think I can stand being alone tonight." She said, completely alarmed.

He knew that this was coming, he shushed her gently and calmed her back down.

"I know, how about I spend the night with you in your dorm. Would that help?" He suggested.

At his suggestion, she almost lit up and smiled up at him.

"YES!" She yelled loudly and then blushed profusely at her outburst. "I mean yes, I would love it if you could stay with me!"

He smiled back down at her, he was happy to see that she feeling even a little bit better and if staying the night was what she needed he wouldn't hesitate to do it. He decided that it would be a wise idea to get up her up and moving before she fell back asleep on him again.

"Alright then, up we get!" He said, gently nudging her off of him.

She let out an annoyed groan but did as he wanted and got up off of him. He really didn't want to separate from her either but he also didn't want to be in this room any longer and he knew that she really didn't want to spend anymore time in this room either. He helped her gather all of her things and they left is classroom together. He decided to just leave his things in his office because he knew that he could just retrieve them tomorrow.

The entire walk back to her dorm was pretty much silent. He could plainly see that Abigail was still very upset about what Courtney told her and he honestly couldn't blame her. He knew that it didn't matter what he told her, the feelings wouldn't just simply vanish. He honestly wished he COULD make them vanish. He didn't like seeing her so hurt.

They reached her dorm and she unlocked the door. He watched her dump her things and then she wordlessly headed to the bathroom. He decided the best thing to do was to get on with his own night time routine. He briefly entertained the idea of getting them some food but realized that food was probably the last thing on her mind. Instead he simply divested himself of his clothes down to his boxers and crawled into her bed. He knew that she wouldn't mind too much anyway.

He waited patiently for her to finish showering and to come out of the bathroom. When she finally did, he was rewarded with the most glorious sight.

She was standing before him in nothing but a white tank top and pair of little panties with cherries all over them. She had her unruly hair loose and her freckled face was slightly flushed from the hot shower she just had. The tank top she had on was doing little to hide those glorious breasts of hers and of course his body reacted to the view accordingly. He tried to ignore it the best he could, he knew that she needed comfort not THAT.

For a moment she froze and blushed, he knew it was because this was the first time she saw him shirtless and she was dressed in so little but the need for comfort soon outweighed her lack of clothes and his shirtlessness and she climbed into bed with him. She cuddled up against him and sighed softly. He couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of having her so close in so little. He started stroking her bare shoulder with his thumb and he could tell that she was enjoying the sensation greatly.

Suddenly, a thought popped into his mind. He knew of a way that he could make her feel better and it would help her to fall asleep faster too. He didn't know if it was pushing his boundaries too much or not but he decided that he would try. The worst thing that could possibly happen is that she would tell him to stop and that was fine. He would never ever push her.

Gently, he moved his hand from her shoulder to cup her breast. The sudden touch caused her to flinch slightly and look up at him with huge green eyes but she didn't pull away from him or try to move his hand away.

"Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

She nodded softly and urged him to continue.

"It's okay, please don't stop." She murmured softly.

Now that he had her permission to keep going, he shifted her slightly so he could gain accesses to both of those glorious breasts of hers. He started stroking and rubbing in earnest making sure to pay special attention to her nipples until they were hard and standing to attention underneath her white cotton tank top. He couldn't believe how responsive she was to just this simple touch.

Soon, he had her writhing and mewling under his touch. He wanted nothing more than to slip his hands underneath her shirt but he knew she wasn't quite ready for that step yet. Still, that didn't stop the slew of dirty thoughts that entered his mind. He wondered how she would react to him using his mouth on her. That thought alone had him painfully hard. He knew that it was all about her this time and did his best to ignore it.

Instead, he put all of his focus on the task at hand and put his own arousal to the back of his mind. He kept up his ministrations on her breasts with one of his hands while he let the other one wander lower. He stroked along her hips and tummy until he reached just the top of her panties just below her belly button. Before he continued, he had to be sure he had her full permission.

He stopped his ministrations all together for a moment and this caused her to let out a low, needy moan of protest.

"Sprite, do you trust me?" He asked, looking into her eyes deeply.

She was looking back up at him. Her green eyes were blown with arousal. To know that it was him and him alone causing her to fall apart like this made him painfully hard. So much so that he could feel the pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock and onto the inside of his boxers. He briefly thought of touching himself while he touched her but he stopped himself. He would be good for now and have his own solo session to deal with his problems later.

"Yes Stephen, I trust you just please don't stop touching me! I need you!" She mewled.

To here those words come out of her innocent little mouth was all that he needed. He moved his hand from just below her bellybutton to her cloth covered slit. He was shocked to see just how wet she was for him already.

He started stroking and it caused her hips to buck involuntarily in response to the touch. She let out a little gasp that was like music to his ears.

"Do you like that, sprite?" He murmured, nipping at her ear playfully.

"Mmmmm." She murmured back.

He stroked until her hips started to buck up and meet his movements and then he started circling her cloth covered clit with his thumb. Her movements started to become erratic and he knew that she would cum soon. He gently pressed down on her clit and watched her come undone.

"Stephen, I'm going to...Oh god!" She moaned loudly.

This was one of the single most erotic moments of his life. He had never managed to make any girl he had been with cum like this before Christine included. None of them were near as responsive to his touch as she was, it was a glorious sight to behold and he couldn't get enough of it. Looking at her tenderly, he began to sooth her down from her orgasm and she cuddled into him.

"Do you feel better now, sprite?" He mumbled into her hair.

She sighed softly and placed a gentle kiss on his jaw.

"Oh yes, but what about you?" She inquired softly.

He chuckled softly and nuzzled his face into her neck. He placed a soft kiss there. Of course she was worried about him.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I promise that I will be fine. Now go to sleep." He said soothingly.

He heard her mumble something that sounded like 'okay' and the he could feel her beginning to drift off. He sighed to himself and let his hand stroke along her back. He wondered to himself just how in the HELL he was supposed to spend every night without her after this.

Abby

Abby couldn't get over how good she felt. While she did technically know what an orgasm felt like she had no idea it could feel like that. Her limbs felt like molasses and her brain felt all fuzzy in the best way. She wondered just how in the HELL she was supposed to be without him now. She sighed softly as her thoughts shifted back to Courtney because of course they did.

Unfortunately, no matter how good Stephen made her feel it couldn't make her totally forget what Courtney did BUT she knew that he was right.

As she drifted off, she couldn't help but think one final thought. She knew that she was well loved and cared for.

She also knew that Stephen cared about her a lot, he showed her as much tonight and that was all that mattered.