A/N: Last one here! I'm so glad you enjoyed this collection. It was so weird to be reminded of when I wrote them. Thank you for all the kind words! Will do my best to continue writing new stuff, I seem to be stuck now.
Prompt: "Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy."
Henry pushed her against the door of her dorm room, his mouth already moving down her neck while his hands skimmed any bare skin he could find. He pressed his lower body to hers and she could feel him hard against her thigh.
Elizabeth had an exam tomorrow. She was supposed to be studying. Heck, she was supposed to be at the library. Anything but doing what she knew was coming with this guy she's been seeing for the past couple of months. But then again, ever since their first, he couldn't keep his hands off of her.
He kissed her hard, his tongue slipping past her lips, moving against the roof of her mouth in a way he knew drove her crazy. She moaned loudly, her hands instinctively wrapping around him and pulling him closer.
"You know," she said as his mouth tore from hers to trail down her neck again. "Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy."
Skilled hands began to trace the hem of her sweater. "And why is that?"
"Because you make me do things I never thought of doing before," she admitted.
Pushing his hand into her panties, he located her heat and inserted two long digits inside. She cried out loudly, grounding her hips against his hand.
"Is that a bad things?" he asked.
"It is if I fail the test."
He moved his hand inside, quickly building the pressure between her legs. He watched her as slowly every coherent thought left her. Her lips slightly open, and audible gasps left her mouth.
"That's tomorrow's problem," he whispered in her ear.
It was.
