Oh Professor!verse and all my precious little verses, how I have abandoned thee.
Who? A/Z, AU
Library (don't they always end up in one?)
Perched on top of some ancient tomes, she reaches to the top shelf and asks impertinently, "Here?"
The blonde man on the couch in his study, blushes slightly, noticing the amount of upper thigh revealed in this action. Rubbing the short blonde goatee on his chin, he says, "That will do."
The young woman in front of him, brilliant in her own right, is searching for a book that will help prove her theory. Both scientists, history and liberal arts present topics neither is particularly knowledgeable on and this argument came from an article Dr. Amy Mathews stumbled across in the Times this morning over breakfast in bed.
"Why on earth do you have a book on gladiators anyway?"
"It was a phase."
Amy raises an eyebrow, rummages for an extra moment, then, buried among various outdated textbooks and a Neil Gaiman novel, finds the book in question and pulls it off the shelf. Daintily stepping off her perch, Amy settles next to Zane and begins flipping through the chapters.
"I don't know what you think you're going to find in there," Zane comments. "I know I'm right."
"So sure of yourself, are you?"
"I am."
Amy reaches for her tortoiseshell glasses on the nearby table and, after a few moment of scanning text, says triumphantly, "There were so female gladiators! I was right. You owe me!"
Zane pouts for a brief moment and then says, "We never settled the terms of this disagreement. What is it you want?"
Amy looks around the room - at the awards, at the priceless textbooks and first editions, then pulls the yellow oxford closer around her naked form and says, "This shirt."
"Nothing else?" Zane moves closer and murmurs some additional services he would be happy to provide.