The Work-Life Balance Disruption
Chapter 16
Reciprocations
"This attitude of yours is starting to get on my nerves, Miss Fowler," Doctor Cooper said menacingly. "I believe I've warned you before about what would happen if you behaved like this again."
Amy swallowed thickly. "Behaved like what exactly?" she countered. "You only threatened to throw me out of your class if I behaved inappropriately. I don't see how failing to answer a question can be considered inappropriate behaviour?"
Doctor Cooper narrowed his eyes at her.
What the hell was she doing? She was deliberately riling him up. After he had confessed all the unspeakable things he wanted to do to her, her mind had been filled with images of him doing just that. Not to mention the things he had done to her in Leonard's lab just days ago.
Amy trembled slightly. What had he said again about shutting her up when she talked back to him?
Doctor Cooper advanced towards her. "Miss Fowler," he started, speaking haughtily, "why don't we just skip this terrible act you seem so keen on playing? It would save the both of us some valuable time. I would be able to spend my time doing something worthwhile, instead of wasting it by playing along with this charade of yours."
Amy stared at him. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest.
Doctor Cooper raised an eyebrow at her.
Amy figured she couldn't back down now. He was almost admitting something again, like he had last time. She wanted him to admit it to her. That this wasn't about 'teaching lessons' or Leonard not being capable of teaching her… She wanted to hear him say that he wanted her. A thrill went through her at the thought. "I don't know what you mean, Doctor Cooper," she said, continuing the clueless act.
"Oh, you don't?" Doctor Cooper repeated incredulously.
Amy blushed involuntarily, but deliberately kept her face as blank as possible. Doctor Cooper walked over to her, calculated and slowly. He bent over her desk, holding the sides with both hands, caging her in. He was practically in her face right now. His eyes moved over her again.
"You mean to tell me, Miss Fowler," he muttered, "that you didn't wear this schoolgirl getup to get a rise out of me?"
Amy swallowed against the sudden dryness in her mouth. He saw right through her.
"I don't think it's appropriate for you to comment on the way I dress, professor," she countered, raising her eyebrows at him. Checkmate.
Doctor Cooper's eyes narrowed at her. Then the corners of his lips curled up in what could only be defined as a smirk.
Uh oh.
"I think we're well past behaving appropriately, don't you agree?" he spoke softly, as his eyes roved over her face. "Or do you consider yourself well-behaved now, Miss Fowler? You practically threw yourself at me when you cornered me in my bedroom."
Amy gaped back up at him. Was he serious? How dare he say something like this after what happened in the lab?
He was towering over her in this position and it was putting her at a disadvantage. She needed the upper-hand. She pushed her chair back from the desk, and slowly rose to her feet in front of him. His eyes followed her ascend, but he remained crouched over the desk.
They were able to look each other in the eyes like this.
The silence around them was only disrupted by Amy's elevated breathing. Doctor Cooper appeared annoyingly calm.
"The way I behaved was nothing compared to what you did to me last Friday," Amy hissed.
Doctor Cooper regarded her with hooded eyes. His smirk looked most evil. "And what was it that I did?" he asked.
He was parroting her earlier behaviour. What a cunning move. Amy scowled at him. "You know what you did," she mumbled, hating herself for being unable to keep the stutter out of her voice.
"Enlighten me, Miss Fowler," he said, straightening up now and walking around the desk towards her. Amy backed up in sync with his advancements.
They circled each other around the desk.
Amy tried desperately to think of a witty comeback. She was smart, intelligent. Always at the top of her class. But Doctor Cooper outwitted her time and time again. She hated it.
"Your so-called teaching methods are rather unorthodox," she said, hoping in vain he would be taken aback.
Doctor Cooper's lip curled up. "They might have been," he said simply, "but as long as the required goal is met, I don't see a problem."
Required goal? Amy laughed humourlessly, walking in circles still.
"And what goal was that?" she questioned cynically.
Without missing a beat, Doctor Cooper answered. "Learning from your mistakes, Miss Fowler," he said, "obviously."
His comment made her stop in her tracks. Was he serious?
Before she knew it, he had advanced towards her. He grasped her hips and pushed her against his desk at the front of the class room. He moved closer to her.
"I thought you had learned your lesson, Miss Fowler," he whispered darkly, "but is seems a refresher course is in order."
And then his mouth was on hers.
He moved insistently, pressing his lips firmly against hers. His hands squeezed her hips, holding her still. Amy could only blink in shock at first. Then her eyes fluttered closed as she kissed him back timidly.
Doctor Cooper made a growling sound in the back of his throat. Her body responded immediately. His tongue swept across her lips, opening them up for him. She acquiesced gladly. An electric current buzzed through her as their tongues met. Amy lifted her hands slowly, grasping the lapels of his jacket uncertainly.
Doctor Cooper was devouring her. His lips moving over hers in a confident, almost aggressive manner. It made Amy weak in the knees. Their tongues brushed against each other again and again.
Suddenly, Amy was lifted from the ground and found herself sitting on the desk. She pulled back from his face, startled by his ability to lift her from the ground as easily as he did. His eyes were dark and piercing. Amy panted as she looked at him.
He kept looking at her intensely. His hand grasped both her knees, and he pushed her legs open deliberately. His hands were warm on her bare legs. Amy inhaled sharply at the touch. Her underwear was already uncomfortably damp with her arousal. His fingers caressed the inside of her legs softly.
Doctor Cooper raised an eyebrow at her.
"Is this what you had in mind this morning, Miss Fowler?" he whispered, "When you chose to parade around like this in front of me?"
Amy blushed fully. She looked away from his face, feeling uncomfortable by his questions. It had been her intention to provoke him. But now that he was doing just that, she felt insecure. She didn't know how to proceed. She didn't know how to do anything other than kissing. Everything she knew, she knew from reading dirty Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfiction or watching pornography.
Perhaps she should stop this. He was her professor after all. Well, at least for another three weeks that is.
She tried to close her legs, but Doctor Cooper pressed back firmly. "Oh, don't back down now, Miss Fowler," he muttered, opening her legs even wider and stepping in-between them, "you already denied me closure last time. That won't happen again."
He took hold of her jaw and turned her face so she had no choice but to look at him. She was shaking in insecurity and a bit of fear, but tried to look him in the eye.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, sincerely.
Amy bit her lip. Did she? Of course she didn't want him to stop. She was just really nervous about whether or not he expected something from her. And he did, because apparently he wanted closure. The last time she had left him with an erection in Leonard's lab. She didn't think she'd be able to though.
She shook her head at him anyway. Her aroused state making decisions for her.
He kissed her again, hard and unyielding. Amy gasped and his tongue licked its way into her mouth.
One of his hands roamed up her leg to the apex of her thighs. Amy trembled in anticipation, disconnecting their mouths and breathing deeply. She kept her eyes closed and pressed her forehead to his.
His fingers moved to her panties, and grazed her lightly. Amy inhaled sharply. He moved the drenched piece of cloth to the side and touched her without any barriers. She was extremely turned on.
Amy moaned softly.
"Hmmm," Doctor Cooper hummed in appreciation, moving his fingers over her slowly. "You're so hot for me, aren't you?"
Amy trembled, breathing shakily. She didn't dare answer him.
One of his fingers slid inside her. Amy mewled. He began to pump into her leisurely.
Doctor Cooper's face was in her neck now, breathing harshly. "God, you're so tight, Amy," he groaned in her ear. "Am I the first to touch you like this?"
His thumb moved over her clit as he spoke, and Amy couldn't stop herself from answering truthfully. "Yes," she breathed out.
He halted for a split-second. Then his finger curled inside her and pressed down again. Amy wailed softly. His thumb kept caressing her clit and she was steadily approaching the point of no-return.
"This complicates matters," he murmured in her ear. "The things I want to do to you..."
Amy panted, holding onto the lapels of his jacket so tightly her knuckles were white. His words were almost turning her on more than what he was doing to her underneath her skirt. She had pressed her face into his neck now, breathing in his scent of fabric softener and talcum powder.
"W-w-what do you want to do?" Amy breathed out between moans.
"Have you forgotten?" Doctor Cooper chuckled in her ear, "Or do you just want to hear me say it again?"
He pushed another finger inside her and Amy inhaled sharply at the intrusion. She was so wet by now she barely felt the slight sting of pain. Amy could only moan in response. He had stopped touching her clit and was solely focussing on stretching her it seemed. His fingers moved easily through the slickness now.
He removed his hand suddenly, and Amy felt strangely empty without the contact. She opened her eyes languidly. She wasn't done yet. Had she somehow given him the impression she had?
She blinked up at him, annoyed by being denied release. She was trying to catch her breath.
"Why don't I just show you what I want you to do instead?" Doctor Cooper said suggestively.
Amy swallowed nervously.
Doctor Cooper took a step from her and removed his jacket. He turned around, pulled a nearby chair closer and draped it across the back. Maybe it would wrinkle if he just threw it down? His hands went to the front of his pants. He held her gaze as he unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper.
Amy's eyes nearly bugged out as she watched him lowering his pants and underwear without shame.
He sat down on the chair, reclining against the backrest. He took hold of his erect member and moved his hand over it in a controlled motion. He was shuddering slightly.
Amy stared at him.
It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.
"Come here," he said, his blue eyes nearly black now. He still had a firm grasp on himself, he moved his fist up and down slowly.
Amy's legs trembled as she got off the desk. She walked over to him awkwardly. Well, she thought, here goes nothing.
She licked her dry lips when she came to a stop in front of him. Now what? She looked at him insecurely.
Doctor Cooper looked back at her. His eyes seemed to sparkle with suppressed amusement. "Don't tell me I have to teach you everything now, Miss Fowler?"
Amy flushed. The sudden anger she felt towards him made her blood boil. Why, why, did he have to be this condescending all the time?
She'd show him.
She lowered herself on her knees in front of him. Amy grasped the top of his pants and pulled them further down roughly. They pooled around his ankles. Taking a page out of his own book, she pushed at his knees and pushed his legs further apart.
Doctor Cooper was watching her with raised eyebrows and a smug smile.
Amy's eyes moved to the erection between his legs. She gulped nervously. She was a biologist. She knew the basics. Also, pornography had shown her how to – literally – handle a situation like this.
Amy moved her hand closer to his dick. Doctor Cooper removed his own hand. His eyes followed her every move.
Circling it with her hand, Amy couldn't help but be surprised with how it felt. She had expected something else – what, she wasn't sure. But not this pulsing, and hard yet soft feeling. It was strange. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down, tightening her hold on him ever so slighty.
Doctor Cooper groaned softly. "Fuck.. yessss," he hissed, closing his eyes.
Amy watched in wonder how he responded to her movements. It made her feel powerful. Confident.
She liked it.
Feeling bold, the increased the speed of her movements and adopted the most seductive tone of voice she could muster. "Is this what you wanted, professor?"
Doctor Cooper's eyes shot open. He looked at her with a devious glint in his eye. His hand moved to cradle her head.
"I think you know what I wanted, Miss Fowler," he muttered, as he pushed her face towards his crotch.
To be continued
A/N: *Laughs evilly* I'm not even sorry for stopping here. I hope you enjoyed this; let me know. Reviews give me life.