Megatron sat at his desk, reading over another paper. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, his eyes snpping upwards and peering over the rim of his glasses. "Enter."
Alice poked her head in and smiled politely. "Hi. I, uh, I wanted to have a little quick chat about the class? If you're free for a few minutes, of course."
He waved his hand, focusing back on the paper in hand to finish the paragraph he was on. "Wait a moment and you'll have my full attention."
She smiled brightly and stepped into his office, sitting in one of the plush chairs. She set her bag down beide her feet, her jacket laid over the arm of the chair. She shifted slightly, leaning back some into the chair.
He continued through the paragraph, red pen thoroughly in use. He clicked it sharply, noticing her twitch in response. He lightly smirked, setting the paper down. "Now, what is it you came to discuss?"
She straightened up, hands landing on her thighs. "Oh, I, uh, I'm sure you've heard this one before but you're a particularly... tough teacher and while I thought my last assignment was well-written, it wasn't well-recieved by you. I really thought I did great and I understand if the topic was a bit out of the box, you've also encouraged us to step out of the box. I was just kinda wondering how you came to the grade you did."
He nodded slowly, noticing how her hands twitched repeatedly as she spoke. He slid his glasses off, setting them on the desk to stare directly at her. Her eyes followed his hand movements and she quickly looked away, focusing on his face, a light blush dusting her cheeks.
"Ah, your last assignment. Remind me of what it was again."
She nodded quickly, sitting closer to the edge of the chair. "It was a, uh, poem or prose, but we could write about anything. I know I made an attempt for a more vaguely erotic theme and I understand my flow was off and I'm bad at metaphors, but I thought I did quite well."
He lightly smirked and stood, walking around his desk to tug the cord to close the blinds. "That's right. A valiant attempt was made, but you missed an important detail that greatly ruined it."
She shifted slightly, staring up at him as he walked behind her, turning to keep her eyes on him. "What's that?"
He stood behind her, sliding his hands down to rest on her shoulders. "Experience. The poor metaphors also were quite a dealbreaker."
She nodded slightly, focusing on his desk. "Oh, okay. Do you happen to have any poems I could check out? I'm not exactly virginal."
He lightly smirked, rubbing her shoulder and upper arms slowly. "I know a few I could recite for you. If you don't mind, of course."
She swallowed thickly and shook her head. "Not at all, recite away."
He noticed how she sat back further into the chair, her shoulders relaxing under his touch. "I made love to her on paper and spilled ink like passian across the sheets. I caressed her curves in every love letter." He lowered himself to speak softer against the back of her neck. "I kissed up and down her thighs in short sentences and prose." He slid his fingertips to her soft thighs, dipping them between them and feeling the heat radiate through her shorts. "I tasted all her innocence, without a spoken word." He placed a slow kiss to her neck, letting his breath fan against her skin. "I bit her lip and pulled her hair, in between the lines. I made her arch her back and scream, it only took a pen."
She nodded slightly, her eyes closed and her head tilted. She was visibly flushed and her legs were spread. "That's... incredibly erotic. You wouldn't happen to have anything else, would you?"
He chuckled softly, sliding his fingertips between her thighs. "This one should be more your style. Sex has a way of softening limbs, oiling joints and melding hearts. We burrow in closer wrapping arms and legs over and under each other." He pressed his fingers to her covered pussy, rubbing it slowly. "Earthy blanket of sleep covers us two bodies releasing one breath. Finding home, coiled and tucked in each other's sweat."
She moaned softly, gripping his arm tightly. "That - that's very good. I like that one."
He hummed softly, giving her neck another open-moouthed kiss. "It's a bit more crude for my tastes, but it seems to be unravelling you."
She nodded slightly, shifting her hips. "Give me another."
He smirked against her neck, slipping one hand up her shirt to fondle her breast. Ah, that's right, she usually went braless. Easier access for him. "A quote this time; so long as lips shall kiss, and eyes shall see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
She moaned softly, keeping her hand on his arms as he easily tweaked her nipples, rubbing her through her shorts.
He tilted his head slightly, rubbing more firmly against her clit. "And the coolness of your smile is stirring of birds between my arm; but I should rather than anything have almost, your kiss."
She bit her lip, arching out as she quickly came, a wet spot growing on the front of her shorts. His expert touches mixed with his deep, elegant voice sent her over in little time. His words were so deep and sensual, they hit every hidden pleasure nerve in her body that she didn't know existed.
She mewled softly as he slowly pulled away, resting his hands on her shoulders. "Understand, now?"
She nodded slightly, blinking slowly. "Yeah, I think I do. Perhaps I could write a new poem to replace that one?"
He chuckled softly and squeezed her shoulder. "I'll make an exception for you, but if you tell anyone, I'll have to punish you."
She hummed softly, licking her lips. "Thank you, sir. I'll be sure to keep this very under wraps. Oh, maybe I could rewrite it to be more of a forbbiden love. That's always a good one."
He tilted his head slightly, smirking down at her. "I'm sure whatever you'll come with, I'll enjoy."