April's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled. She was at Clint's.
His arms were wrapped tight around her from behind, his body pressed against her. Absolute bliss. She took a deep breath and sighed.
"Good morning," he said.
"Good morning. I didn't know you were awake."
Clint kissed her shoulder. "Just for a few minutes."
"What are your plans for today?"
"What do you want to do?"
Clint kissed her neck while he spoke. April reached back and sank her fingers into his hair.
"Whatever you want," she said.
He grabbed her jaw and turned her face to his.
"Well, I definitely wanna do you."
April chuckled as Clint kissed her.
"But first," he said, "I'm thinking, shower, breakfast, and I do have some papers to grade."
"I definitely need a shower. Someone got me all sweaty last night."
"And I'll do it again."
He pulled her onto her back and covered her body with his. He kissed her deeply until she moaned, and he smiled against her lips.
His kiss alone was more than enough to get her going, and he knew it.
"Shower," he whispered.
—
Clint sat with his right arm draped around April, pen in his left hand to mark the papers in his lap. She had her own stack of essays that she was diligently reading through. He had to hand it to her, she was focused. After two hours of grading, she was still engrossed. Unlike him. He was distracted by her presence. He found himself running his fingers up and down her arm, kissing her head, or just watching her work.
Thankfully he'd given her the papers while he took the multiple-choice tests for his freshman class. So, he didn't need to concentrate too hard, but it was definitely taking him longer than it should.
After his last was graded, he tossed everything on the coffee table, then buried his nose in April's hair.
"Almost done?"
"Two more papers."
"Give me one."
He took the last paper from the stack and pulled his arm away from her. He had to focus.
Halfway through, April sighed.
"This paper is amazing," she said.
"Who's paper?"
She read the name from the title page.
"Oh, yeah. Kid knows his stuff. Lots of promise for a sophomore."
"No kidding. He's got some interesting insights in here, too."
Clint squirmed. "Let me see."
He scanned through the paper, and April pointed out the passage she'd meant. Clint nodded, but shrugged.
"Yeah, we discussed that theory in class. I don't remember if he was the one who brought it up or not."
"Clint…"
"Huh?"
"You ok?"
"Fine."
"Are you sure? You're not…"
"Not what?"
"You're not jealous because I like this guy's paper, are you?"
Clint shrugged.
"Baby…" April took the paper back and sat everything on the table. She straddled Clint's lap, and he rested his hands on her thighs when she took his face in both hands. "You have no reason to be jealous of anyone. You know how I feel about you."
"I know how attracted you are to intelligence."
"Do you think I just fall hopelessly for every intelligent guy I meet?"
"No, but—"
April put her finger to his lips.
"I love you. I'm risking everything so I can be with you, when it would have been much simpler to wait until I graduated. But I couldn't wait. I wanted you too much. Yeah, your intelligence is definitely a turn on, but it's not the only one about you. You, dear professor, are the entire package, wrapped in a giant bow."
Clint chuckled and April gave him a soft kiss.
"Please don't ever doubt my love for you."
"Yes, ma'am."
Clint pulled her into a slow, lazy kiss. His hands slipped to her waist, and he shifted his hips as he pulled her forward.
"How about we finish those last couple of papers later?"
"Whatever you want, professor."
He nipped at her lip. "I want you upstairs. Now. Stand up, sweetheart."
They got up, and Clint picked her up like a bride.
"You know, one day you're gonna call me 'professor' and I won't be able to control myself."
"That's the hope."
Clint laughed as he laid her on the bed and crawled over her.
"You really are insatiable."
"I just want you."
"You've got me."
She tugged him down by his belt loops and kissed him.
—
Clint lay on his back, running his fingers through April's hair, her head on his chest.
"You're quiet," she said.
"Just thinking."
"About?"
Clint sighed. "Just wondering if I'm being selfish."
"Baby, what you just gave me was far from selfish."
Clint laughed. "Not what I meant."
"I know what you meant. If you're being selfish then so am I. I don't like not being with you."
"God, that's how I feel. I could just stay like this for hours."
"Me, too."
The doorbell rang, and they both sat up.
"Are you expecting someone?"
"No. Stay here. Even if you got dressed, you look thoroughly fucked." He smiled and smoothed her hair down.
"That's because I was. Go ahead. I'll be quiet."
Clint threw on his jeans and shirt from that morning and answered the door.
"Raven?"
"Hi. May I come in?"
"Uh… now isn't really a good time." He gestured to the papers on the coffee table. "Lots of work today. Did you need something?"
"I wanted to apologize for last night." Her eyes roved over the living room. "I had a little too much to drink last night, and it makes me… touchy-feely. I kind of think I made you uncomfortable."
"Thank you. I was kind of worried that the others would think I jumped into a relationship with a colleague after only a few months."
"I'm sorry. Can I make it up to you? Dinner?"
"Maybe. I'll let you know."
She smiled. "Good. Well, I'll let you get back to work."
"See you."
He waited for her to turn around, so he didn't shut the door in her face, but he closed it quickly and locked it. He didn't believe her apology. She was trying to push herself on him. That would be a turn off even if he weren't with April.
—
"Who was at the door?"
"Colleague."
"On a Saturday?"
Clint climbed back in bed and decided to be completely open.
"I think she's hitting on me. She was kind of all over me at the party last night."
"Who?"
He shook his head. "Doesn't matter. I don't want it to change how you interact with her if you have to."
"Clint—"
"No. You don't need to know who. I just didn't want to keep it from you. And we'll have to be more careful. If she starts dropping in here…" Clint lay back and covered his face. "I didn't need this."
"Well, what do you expect, strutting around with your shirt sleeves rolled up, showing off these sexy arms?" She trailed her fingers up his arm. "I'd still like to know who."
Clint kissed her. "I need you to trust me on this."
"Ok."
April leaned in for another kiss, but he pulled back and grinned.
"Now who's jealous?"
"I'm not," she pouted.
"Yeah, you are."
"All right, fine. I'm jealous. And if I catch another woman touching you, teacher or not, she's toast."
"So feisty."
"You're mine."
"Damn straight."
